series: Vasuki's Navel

I was speechless as Aunty finished describing her traumatic experience. No wonder she looked so depressed and defeated all the time. Tears just kept streaming down her face as she sat there, quietly weeping. My heart went out to her, and this intense protective feeling swept over me.

“I’m really sorry you had to go through all that, Aunty,” I said, sitting close, putting an arm around her, and gently rubbing her shoulders, trying to offer some comfort. “I had no idea Pradeep Uncle was such an asshole. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Aunty turned her head to look at me, clearly shocked to hear me drop a curse word about her husband. With her beautiful tear-streaked face so close, I had this sudden urge to kiss away those tears. But I resisted and kept looking her right in the eye.

“No need to give me that look. I meant what I said. He is an asshole. Nothing gives him the right to cheat on you and treat you that way.”

Aunty looked down and said miserably “Perhaps it wouldn’t have happened if I had a beautiful navel or even a normal navel. My navel wasn’t good enough to satify his cravings. “

“What the hell!” I exclaimed, standing up abruptly and shooting her an angry stare. She flinched a little. “Your husband wasn’t just an asshole, he is dumb too if he thought your navel wasn’t good. I personally think he was just livid at getting caught by you and created an excuse to supress you. That is why he said all those cruel things. You have the kind of navel that would make any man go weak on the knees, Aunty. It is absolutely gorgeous.”

“But it is so big and badly shaped. It also keeps getting sweaty and dirty easily though I clean it daily. “ She said voicing out his insecurties.

“Uffo Aunty. Listen to me. I don’t know from where you got all these ideas from. Having a big navel is not bad. On the contrary it is damn attractive to guys. Sure your navel isn’t the usual round shape. It is diamond shaped. It is more unique, rarer and gorgeous. As for your navel easily getting sweaty and dirty. There is a simple reason for that. You never let your navel breathe. When you bury it under multiple layers of saree the way you do, of course it is going to get sweaty and when it gets sweaty it easily accumulates dirt.”

“Oh !! “ Aunty’s eyes got wide as realization dawned on her.

Listen, Aunty, I’ll say it again—your navel is stunning, nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, you should take pride in having such an awesome navel. From now on, always tie your saree below your navel, like the way you’re wearing it now.”

Aunty glanced down, whispering, “I can’t wear my saree like this outside. People will see my fat belly and ugly navel.”

I sighed and shook my head. She’s stubborn. In that moment, I decided to be a bit more assertive. “Stand up for me, Aunty,” I said, using a tone that wasn’t aggressive but carried conviction.

She looked up at me surprised “Why?” She asked uncertainly.

“You will see. Please do as I say.” I said again.

She hesitated for a moment before standing up. I looked into her eyes and said. “Your belly is not fat. It only has the right amount of flesh and it is alluring. And for the upteenth time your navel is not ugly. I absolutely fell in love with your belly and navel when I saw it yesterday. That is why I drew it out.”

“Oh…Ok. Thanks I guess.” Aunty said meekly looking down.

“I can tell you are still not convinced. The trauma of what Pradeep uncle did to you is still weighing on you. I can tell. So to prove to you that I am not just saying all these to make you feel better I am going to do one thing. I am going to kiss your navel.”

“Wha…What?” Aunty exclaimed, staring at me in disbelief.

I didn’t say anything; instead, I knelt down in front of her. Our eyes met for a moment, and she looked down at me with wide eyes but didn’t move away. Gently, I moved aside her pallu, revealing her belly at close proximity to my face. As I looked into her deep, mesmerizing navel—the same navel I had daydreamed about all day—her belly shuddered. The shudders intensified as I leaned in, but she didn’t step back. I planted a firm kiss directly on top of her navel, feeling it sensually sink in under the pressure of my lips. I let my lips linger for a good five seconds before pulling back and looking up at her.

She was standing there with her eyes closed and head cocked to one side, her face was strained and scrunched up as if she was trying hard to resist the arousal and pleasure she was feeling from overwhelming her completely. I tried to lean in and kiss her navel again but this time she caught my head and stopped me.

“What are you doing Omkar? This is wrong. I am your Aunt.” She said feebly. I could tell she was feeling very vulnerable at the moment. I shouldn’t push it. So I stood up and faced her.

“Don’t worry about this Aunty.” I said smiling and wiping away her tears. “There is nothing sexual about this. I am just showering some love on your belly and navel which it rightfully deserves. And from the way you reacted I could tell you have been yearning for it too somewhere within you. If you would let me Aunty, I will help you get over your trauma and help your regain your self confidence and self worth. I will help you realize the true value of your diamond navel which you had been so ashamed of until today. This will stay between us. Nobody needs to know.”

Aunty kept looking at my face with inscrutable expression for a while then said finally “That is so sweet of you Om. But this is not right. You’re only 18 and I’m a married woman in mid-thirties. Plus, you’re my nephew. We should stick to hugging or holding hands and not go any further. ”

I grinned and reassured, “Don’t worry, Aunty. I assure you, this has nothing to do with intimacy. Our connection will solely be based on friendship, so you can relax. To put your mind at ease, I promise you that my affection will only extend to your midriff. I won’t overstep any boundaries.”

Vasuki Aunty’s eyes bulged hearing that. “I…I don’t know Om. ”

I held her hand and looked at her reassuringly. “You’ve suffered enough already, Aunty. Please, let me do this. I really want to help.”

“I’ll think about it, Om. For now, let’s go to bed. It’s getting late,” she said, averting her gaze and walking over to the door, bolting it shut without a word. Then, without a further explanation, she got onto the bed. I was puzzled. We never used to lock our door before today. Why did she bolt the door now? My mind raced with questions. Does it mean she agreed and is expecting something to happen?

I switched off the lights and climbed into bed next to her. We lay there silently, not saying a word. Time seemed to drag on slowly. Sleep eluded me completely. I could tell she was awake too, probably feeling just as nervous as I was. Taking a leap of faith, I inched closer to her and turned towards her in bed. In the dim light, I could sense her breathing quicken as she felt my presence. Carefully, I placed my left hand on her stomach.

She let out a gasp, but made no attempt to stop me. I gently started stroking her stomach, the fabric of her saree creating a barrier between us. Gradually, I slid my hand beneath her pallu, placing my palm directly on her exposed belly. My heart filled with joy as I felt the smoothness of her skin against my hand. It was incredibly soft and delicate, trembling with an enticing allure beneath my touch. I continued to caress her slowly, her tender flesh melding into my fingers like butter, creating a heavenly sensation.

As my fingers grazed over the indentation of her large navel, I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. . With anticipation, I gently traced circles around it using my index finger. Her belly trembled in excitement, sensing the intention behind my movements. Desire and lust surged through me like hot lava as I explored the contours of her diamond-shaped navel, gradually delving into its sensual depths. Soft, muffled moans escaped Vasuki Aunty’s lips, indicating her enjoyment, which brought me immense satisfaction.

The unique intricacy of her navel extended beyond its mere appearance. As I traced my finger along the edges of her diamond-shaped navel, I discovered the shallowest point at its tail end. Slowly, I ventured upwards, feeling the widening and deepening of her navel. With each movement, her navel trembled with intensity, as if anticipating the bold invasion of my finger into its sacred depths. As I delved further, her pulsating navel sank deeper and expanded wider. Pushing upward and inward, I persisted until I finally reached the furthest point, the deepest recesses of her navel. In that moment, her body convulsed, and a deep, erotic moan escaped her throat, as my finger discovered the most intimate and profound essence of her navel.

The sound of her deep, throaty moan combined with the sensation of my finger buried deep inside her pulsating navel ignited a primal instinct within me. Without hesitation, I moved down and positioned myself on top of her, showering her belly with passionate kisses. As I continued to pump my finger inside her navel, I devoured her belly with fervor, sucking and licking like a wild animal. Her hands tightly gripped my head, entangling themselves in my hair. In that moment, I feared she would push me away, but to my surprise, she did the opposite. She urged me on, pushing my head further into her belly, consumed by overwhelming pleasure. It was clear that she was just as lost in ecstasy as I was.

It was now time for the final symphony of this play. I stopped pumping her navel and slowly took off my finger. And without further ado I placed my tongue on the botton shallow end of her navel and began pushing up just as I did with my finger earlier. Within seconds I pushed my tongue upwards and soon the entire length of my long tongue was buried deep inside her navel. She exploded and came apart under me with intense erotic moans and silent cries, her body convulsing and quivering wildly. I knew she was orgasming but I didn’t stop there and kept on assaulting her navel with my tongue. I just couldn’t get enough of her erotic navel essense. I kept licking and licking riding on her orgasm like an insatiable beast. She just lay there, shuddering, moaning, gasping, and writhing in pure unadulterated pleasure.

After what felt like an eternity, the intensity subsided, and I finally lifted my head not having the energy to go on anymore. Her navel was slick with my saliva, her skin was flushed red. She was exhausted as well. Her eyes were half-open, and her head was resting to the side, facing away from me. A small, satisfied smile was playing on her lips, indicating that she had thoroughly enjoyed her first navel experience with me. I was relieved.

I looked down at her belly and felt an intimate connection to her seeing her diamond shaped navel gleaming with my saliva. As her breathing stabilized her belly was now rising and falling in gentle rhythms. I looked up to see she has fallen asleep. Just as I was preparing to move away, her soft, delicate fingers entangled themselves in my hair, and she pulled my head into her chest, hugging me close. I couldn’t help but smile as I felt her heartbeat against my ear.

She let out a gentle hum, then said, “Thank you, Om. You have no idea how much this meant to me.”

“Anytime, Aunty.” And with that, I drifted off to sleep, her scent and the sound of her steady heartbeat lulling me into peaceful slumber.

I found myself in a dream, standing at a breathtaking waterfall, with Vasuki Aunty by my side. She was drenched, her wet saree clinging to her figure as she leaned against a large rock. Her pallu had slipped from her torso, spread out on the rock behind her, and her white sleeveless blouse was soaked and clung to her skin. Her exquisite bare belly shimmered with water droplets in the warm sunlight. Her mesmerizing navel called out to me, urging me closer, and I couldn’t resist leaning in towards her belly. Just as I was about to kiss it, the sound of my mom’s voice abruptly pierced through the dream, rudely awakening me from my blissful reverie.

Groggily, I checked the clock and was shocked to see that I was running late for college. I hurriedly jumped out of bed, got ready at record speed, and was out of the house in a matter of minutes. I reached college just in the nick of time to mark my attendance, and once the adrenaline of my rush subsided, my thoughts drifted back to Vasuki Aunty and what I had witnessed the previous night.

Throughout the day, I breezed through my classes, but my mind was elsewhere. I daydreamed about Vasuki Aunty’s belly, the image of her lying with her belly exposed replaying in my thoughts. I added vivid imagination to it, envisioning myself reaching out and gently caressing her belly, feeling its softness under my fingertips. Suddenly, a realization struck me like lightning. The picture I had drawn last night – where had I kept it? Chances are it’s on my table as that is where I tended to put my things away by instinct. What if somebody saw it? Or worse what if Vasuki Aunty herself saw it?

Anxiety surged within me, and as soon as college was over, I hurried back home, making a beeline for my room. I checked my table first, but the picture wasn’t there. Confused and worried, I began searching every nook and cranny of my room – on the shelf, in my drawers, under the bed, and in every possible hiding place. However, the picture was nowhere to be found.

Puzzled and growing increasingly anxious, I tried to brainstorm where I might have hidden it. Could I have placed it somewhere else? Or had someone already discovered it and taken it away? The thought sent shivers down my spine, filling me with fear.

I remained in my room, keeping to myself, and focused on my studies. I didn’t emerge until my mom called me for dinner later in the evening. I paid close attention to the behavior of others, trying to detect any odd or suspicious looks. My parents appeared to be their usual selves, but my Aunt, on the other hand, was quieter than usual and avoided making eye contact. She seemed somewhat restless and left the dinner table without eating much, claiming to have a stomach ache.

Worried, I finished my dinner hastily and headed to my room to check on her. When I opened the door, I was taken aback to find that the lights were off. Had she gone to sleep already? That wasn’t like her; she usually stayed up late at night. As I entered the room, I heard a soft, muffled sound of someone weeping. In the dim light filtering in from the hallway, I could see my Aunt standing before the mirror, her back to me. Alarmed, I closed the door behind me and switched on the lights.

Startled by the sudden flood of light in the room, she turned toward me. To my shock, her pallu had slipped from her belly once again, and her mesmerizing navel was on display. My eyes got glued to her navel and I stood there like an idiot with my mouth hanging open. She must have been examining herself in the mirror when I entered. She noticed where my eyes were at and quickly covered her belly while exclaiming “Stop looking !! Didn’t you have a good look already yesterday?”

Alarmed, I quickly looked up at her and was shocked to see her tear-streaked face. She held my drawing toward me as she spoke, and my heart sank. I stammered, “Vasuki Aunty, I am so sorry. I can explain…” My guilt and panic were overwhelming, but she didn’t let me finish and launched into a tirade.

“Shut up. You are just like him. You are all the same. Judging women by their navels. I get it. My navel is ugly. Did you have to humiliate me by drawing it out too?” She sobbed, and I fell silent, utterly taken aback by her unexpected reaction.

Summoning up some courage, I began to speak slowly, “Um, Vasuki Aunty, I am truly sorry for drawing your picture without your permission while you were sleeping. But I didn’t do it to humiliate you, nor do I think your navel is ugly. In fact, I believe quite the opposite. You have the most beautiful navel I’ve ever seen in my life, which is why I drew it.”

She quickly looked up, her tear-streaked face scrutinizing mine to ascertain if I was joking, and she asked in a weak voice, “Do… Do you really mean that?”

I do. I swear,” I began earnestly. “I don’t understand where you got the idea that your navel is ugly in the first place. Your navel is truly gorgeous and one of a kind. Last night, when I saw your navel for the first time, I was utterly stunned. I couldn’t stop staring at it all night.”

Vasuki Aunty looked at me with an expression of disbelief. “I… I always thought… it was ugly. It looks so big on my belly and has a weird shape. Pradeep also told…” She trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper, fidgeting with her pallu.

Realization hit me hearing her confession. It was Pradeep Uncle who had implanted that negative thought in her mind. Suddenly, another question emerged, “Wait! Is that why you always wear your saree above your navel and secure your pallu at your waist with safety pins to prevent it from shifting? Because you thought your navel was ugly?” I inquired.

She looked down and nodded, appearing incredibly vulnerable in that moment. I moved closer to her, gently took her hand, led her to sit on the bed, and sat beside her. “Tell me everything. What happened between you and Pradeep Uncle?” I asked, my tone filled with concern.

After taking a few deep breaths, Vasuki Aunty slowly began to recount her story. It had begun ten years ago when Vasuki Aunty and Pradeep Uncle got married. The initial years of their marriage were blissful. She was treated with kindness both by Pradeep and her in-laws in their home. However, slowly but surely, problems began to surface as she struggled to conceive despite years of trying. Pradeep’s parents gradually grew resentful, placing the blame on Vasuki . They began treating her poorly at home, finding faults in her and scolding her for the smallest of mistakes. Pradeep also distanced himself and became aloof, eventually joining his parents in mistreating her and belittling her.

As the mistreatment continued, Vasuki ‘s mental state began to deteriorate. Her self-confidence and pride were shattered under the constant pressure. She grew increasingly depressed and started to believe she was worthless, blaming herself for her perceived inadequacies.

Amidst all this, Pradeep carried on with an affair, secretly involved with his office secretary, Shanaya, behind Vasuki’s back. He would stay away from home for days, often claiming to be on business trips. Vasuki had her suspicions, but she kept quiet, too afraid to uncover the painful truth. She didn’t know how she would cope if her marriage were to crumble.

One day, Pradeep forgot to take the lunchbox that Vasuki had lovingly prepared for him to his office. So, Vasuki decided to deliver it herself. She went to Pradeep’s company and was directed to his office by the peon, who recognized the boss’s wife. She tried to open the office door but found it locked. Believing that Pradeep had stepped out of the office, she used the spare keys he had given her long ago to open the door and leave the lunchbox on his table. However, the sight that greeted her when she opened the door sent a chill down her spine.

It was like her worst nightmare was playing out right in front of her eyes. A hot woman that looked like a model was lying on the couch in just a skimpy sleeveless blouse and petticoat. Her saree was discarded on the floor beside. She was moaning in pleasure while holding Pradeep’s head who was laying on top of her with his head buried in her naked stomach. He was busy penetrating her beautiful round navel with his tongue, fluttering and twirling it in her navel relentlessly as she broke out in peals of pleasure gasping and moaning beneath him.

Vasuki stood there, frozen and unable to tear her gaze from the scene. The spare keys and lunchbox she held slipped from her hands, creating a loud crash as they fell to the floor. It was this sudden noise that finally brought the oblivious couple to their senses. Startled, they realized they were not alone. Shanaya swiftly retrieved her saree from the floor, hastily covering herself and appearing guilty.

“Vasuki…. What are you doing here?” Pradeep asked her in a cold voice not showing even an ounce of remorse.

Vasuki was devastated. “How could you, Pradeep? How could you betray me like this?” She asked, tears streaming down her face. When Pradeep remained silent, she hurried over to him, grabbing him by the collar. “Tell me, Pradeep. Why would you hurt me like this? Why?” She cried out.

Pradeep, his patience exhausted, shoved Vasuki away with a harshness that mirrored his inner turmoil. “You want to know why, huh? Well, I’ll show you why,” he growled, his voice laced with a venomous edge. In a flash, he reached out and tore away Shanaya’s pallu, exposing her midriff to the world. The suddenness of the act left both women speechless, their minds struggling to comprehend the audacity of his actions.

He pointed at her navel which was still dripping with his saliva and said “Look at this navel. This what we call a navel. Do you have any idea how rare it is for a woman to have a perfect, round navel like hers? Do you have any idea how desirable she is to me? “

As Vasuki stood there in shock, Pradeep swiftly released Shanaya and grabbed hold of Vasuki’s saree. Without giving her a chance to react, he forcefully removed her pallu from her shoulder and roughly inserted his fingers into her waistline, and pulled down, exposing her big navel. Feeling completely humiliated, Vasuki instinctively moved to cover her navel with her hands. However, Pradeep forcefully pushed her hand aside and cruelly pinched a handful of her midriff skin. “Look at this,” he sneered, pointing at the flesh that he had painfully pinched. “You have a fat and ugly belly. And this navel,” he added, forcefully thrusting his index finger into her deep navel, causing her to wince in pain “It’s so large and oddly shaped. Nothing like Shanaya’s beautiful navel.”

Vasuki stood rooted to the spot, her face aflame with humiliation, as Pradeep twisted his finger mercilessly in her navel. The pain was unbearable, but what stung even more was his biting remark. “And to top it off, your navel stinks,” he jeered, pulling out his finger and thrusting it in front of her face. To her disbelief, his finger was damp with her sweat and coated with dirt. Vasuki had always neglected her navel hygiene, but she never anticipated it could be this filthy .

“Now tell me. Do you honestly expect me to fuck your fat and ugly belly after seeing a perfectly shaped navel like this? Just go away and do everyone a favor. Die and save the world from having to look at your navel.” He said cruelly.

Feeling shattered and utterly humiliated Vasuki gathered her saree and hurriedly left his office without uttering another word. She quietly went home packed up her things and left quietly after leaving a letter and came to straight to her brother’s house.

“Beta Omkarrrr…..” Mum’s shrill voice came through the closed doors of my room and penetrated even the headphones I was wearing interrupting my concentration on the game I was playing on my phone.

“Yes Maaaaa…..” I called back in an annoyed tone.

“Come out and look who is here.” She yelled back.

“Guys I gotta drop out. Looks like we have some guests here.” I half heartedly informed my PUBG teammates through the headphone and quickly left my room to see who had arrived and was greeted with a pleasant surpise.

My Aunt Vasuki was seated on the living room sofa with my Dad, surrounded by a bunch of suitcases. She appeared distressed, as if she had been crying, but as soon as she saw me, she put on a smile, which illuminated her beautiful face, and hastily stood up.

“Omkar Beta. You have grown up so much since I last you. You are becoming handsome young man now.” She complemented me.

I instantly perked up, my previous annoyance about my game being interrupted vanishing upon seeing her. Of all the relatives I had, Vasuki Aunty was one of my favorites. She was my Dad’s younger sister, in her mid-thirties. What I always liked about her was her attractiveness combined with her kind and gentle personality. She was unlike some of my other loud and gossipy aunts.

“Vasuki Aunty, long time no see,” I greeted her warmly. “When did you arrive?” I inquired.

“Just a few minutes ago beta.”

“Om, Vasuki will be staying with us in our home for a while. Please take her suitcases to your room. She will be sharing your room while she is here,” Dad informed me.

Vasuki Aunty was going to stay with us? I had no clue why, but the prospect of sharing the room with her filled me with excitement. I eagerly followed Dad’s instructions and brought her belongings to my room. We lived in a small two-bedroom apartment, with my parents occupying one bedroom and me the other. So, whenever we had guests staying over, they would share my bedroom.

After the initial excitement waned, questions began to fill my mind. Why did Vasuki Aunty look so sad? Why had she come alone, without her husband Pradeep Uncle? How long did she plan to stay? I didn’t want to ask all these questions directly to Vasuki Aunty, as she seemed quite distraught. So, I took the opportunity to speak with my mom privately later in the day to inquire about the situation.

It was during that conversation that I learned what was going on. Vasuki Aunty had a falling out with Pradeep Uncle and left their home. She didn’t go into details, but she mentioned that Aunt Vasuki would be staying with us while they worked through their issues.

Now, let me share a bit more about Vasuki Aunty. As I mentioned earlier, she was an attractive woman in an unassuming manner. She consistently dressed in modest sarees and presented herself with a traditional demeanor. What made her unique was her habit of securing the bottom pleat of her pallu to the lower part of her blouse with a safety pin, ensuring that her pallu would never unintentionally shift from her belly. As if that wasn’t distinctive enough, she also wore her saree above her navel.

Being someone with a intense case of navel fetish my eyes had an instinctive tendency to gravitate towards the midriff of women whenever I see one in a saree. I would always hope for a glimpse of that sensual indentation, which I considered the most alluring part of a woman’s body. I had always harbored a secret desire to catch a glimpse of Vasuki Aunty’s navel. However, because of the way she wore her saree, such hopes seemed futile from the start. Still, the sight of a small portion of her hips that was consistently visible in her saree, combined with her clear complexion and curvaceous figure, was enough to provide a hint of what kind of belly might be concealed beneath that pallu.

As the days passed, I didn’t really know what I had expected, but I was genuinely excited to be sharing my room with her. Two weeks elapsed, and there was nothing dramatic or even remotely exciting happening. She spent her days helping my mom with household chores and would only come into my room at bedtime, where she promptly fell asleep. Fortunately, my bed was spacious enough for both of us.

She remained mostly silent and kept to herself. I could sense that she carried a weight of guilt about her marriage and held herself responsible for the situation. She believed she was a burden to us and tried to compensate by taking on all the household chores and keeping her presence minimal. It was evident that she carried a profound sadness within her, and I wished I could do something to alleviate it. A woman as exquisite as her didn’t deserve to suffer.

One night, the power went out in our apartment, and the stifling heat set in. She entered my room, visibly exhausted, and lay down. I was at my table, attempting to study by candlelight, not paying her much attention. However, I could feel her discomfort as she tossed and turned in bed in the oppressive heat. Despite the discomfort, she eventually managed to fall asleep.

A while later, electricity returned and the fan roared to life, providing much needed relief from the heat. Feeling a bit thirsty, I decided to get up and fetch water from the refrigerator. But as I turned around and faced the bed, I was met with the most enchanting sight of my entire life. I froze on my tracks. My aunt lay there, deep in slumber, and her ENTIRE belly was exposed.

She must’ve removed her safety pins and lowered her saree due to the heat during the power outage. And when the power returned her pallu slid from her belly, thanks to the cooling breeze from the fan. And what a sight it was ! Nestled in the midst of a belly that looked like smooth creamy butter was the most erotic navel I have ever seen. It was so distractingly big and had a peculiar shape – broad and deep on the top part and narrower towards the bottom, like a diamond. In short a diamond shaped navel and looked every bit as precious and attractive as a diamond too. Its enchanting shape just invited to be explored like an abyss of desire, deep and inviting promising secrets and pleasures beyond imagination.

My eyes refused to shift from that intoxicating sight, and every fiber of my being, every carnal instinct, urged me to touch it…. caress it…. and worship it. It took every ounce of my self control to hold myself back. Still I felt an uncontrollable urge to do something…. anything. In a daze I rushed to my desk and took out my sketchbook and pencil, and began drawing a picture of her lying in bed. Drawing was my passion, and I approached it with a deep sense of reverence.

With loving care, I sketched her figure, feeling as if I was worshipping her with my art. My heart raced wildly as I meticulously captured the exquisite details of her navel. Once I had completed the drawing, I gazed at it with affection, bringing the picture close to my lips. I kissed her navel in the image deeply, my mind imagining it was the real thing, and I let out a contented sigh.

I lovingly drew her figure, feeling as though I was worshipping her with my art. My heart pumped wildly as I drew her navel in exquisite detail. Once I done, I lovingly looked at my handy work, brought the picture close to my mouth and kissed her navel part deeply imagining I kissing the real thing and sighed.

I spent so many hours drawing her picture and watching her that I didn’t notice the time slipping away. It was early morning when I finally lay down on my bed, holding the picture close to my chest, before drifting off to sleep.