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Charla16
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[2009-12-04 17:12:41 +0000 UTC]
"Charla"
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 635; Deviations: 5; Watchers: 37
Watching: 0; Pageviews: 11160; Comments Made: 168; Friends: 0
# Interests
Favorite visual artist: Salvador DaliFavorite movies: Pulp Fiction
Favorite bands / musical artists: Evenescence
Favorite writers: Edger Alan Poe
Favorite games: The Legend of Zelda
Favorite gaming platform: All platforms
Other Interests: Writing videogames
# About me
Favourite genre of music: RockFavourite style of art: Surrealism
# Comments
Comments: 59
Nice collection of tummies and bellybuttons in your "Favorites." Thanks for including some of my candid photos among them.
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hey you pedicurist freak!
thanks for that milky way of fav stars!!! I appreciate
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Hi, Charla,
Like your stories so much you inspired a fantasy in me. Below. Hope you like it. A bit "R" rated, but it is heartfelt.
Warm sunlight sparkled in the water pooled in the soft skin around her protruding her belly button. She stretched back on the chaise lounge, felt the water on her sensitive tummy skin and looked at a shining drop in the little fold on the tip of her navel. She knew the movement would send out more sparkling glints from her belly, probably draw attention. Unkind attention. She was glad she had the small, canvas three-sided shelter the hotel provided for guests. Privacy. Great, if didn't you appreciate the occasional stare for a good looking man. Well, better than people pointing at her belly button, whispering.
The beach was full of beautiful people. The stories about the French Riviera were true, at least as far as she could see. Most of the women were topless and carried it of well. Very well. But, as it is everywhere, there were a few gals who should reconsider their fashion choices. All the women were showing a lot of ass, obviously looking for attention. Good for them. She had good body too and she knew that feeling, eyes admiring you. She had a body that turned heads, a lot of heads. But there was her 'navel problem', as she called it. Her big outtie belly button. She wasn't a glutton for attention, really, but a girl does like admiration and people couldn't seem to look at her toned curves and smooth, freckled skin without zooming in on her navel. This brought, at best, shock and at worst mouthy uninvited critiques. She hated it. The ridicule. Stupid people.
She let her fingers rap low on her belly. Tickled the fine hairs about her bikini bottom. Feels good. She'd had a few occasions recently, alone in bed, when she fingered her navel gently and felt a warm electric pulse move up her spine, down her legs, a slight glow in her lower bely. She'd pulled her navel out, lifted it up, twisted it. It felt good. She'd even bushed in into her belly and felt a slow build of excitement. She wondered if ... pleasure from her belly button? With all the crap she'd gotten about it? No, pleasure ... she pushed the idea aside. Anyway, think she'd find a partner who'd desire her belly knot ? Not likely. Like, not gonna happen.
She looked at her body. Long legs, with slim, curvy hips and a thin waist, firm, high breasts, nipples visible under the thin bikini fabric. Toned abs, faint lines of muscles were prominent on her slightly tanned skin. Her navel jutted out of her belly muscles; her third nipple she sometimes thought. Maybe she was learning to 'embrace' her navel like they said in the cliched women's mags. Did men ever read self-help stuff? She couldn't imagine it, 'Guys, how to accept your pot belly and fat ass.' Nope.
But today in the warmth, with all the pretty people around, the knot of her umbilicus seemed provocative, beautiful in a sensual way. Maybe it was the Margarita she had at lunch, because a few men and several leggy women had look at her belly button and, well, assuming she wasn't imagining things, the looks were almost desirous. It got her a little aroused. Just a tiny bit. Which was kind of silly. But, em, it did feel good to have some longing gazes rest on her belly button here under the gold sun, with the cool breeze teasing her belly knot, and she let her graceful fingers move over stomach toward her navel Ah, hay, what's this? Touching her belly button? In public? Ah, no, she thought and let her hand fall to her thigh.
She saw him looking at her from a few feet away. Rugged-handsome with smile lines around his green eyes, athletic, powerful arms and chest. Sitting in a deck chair his navel looked oval, slightly vertical and deep in his muscular stomach. She knew from watching herself a slightly bent seated position put muscle and flesh over the nave and made it seep deep; or in her case, less erect. He'd been watching as she'd walked slowly out of the Mediterranean in her red bikini. She always wore tinny bikinis, fun, but for this beach at Cannes she'd bought one that exceeded even her minimalist philosophy. When in Cannes ... She figured he was leg man, the way he looked at her long legs. But his eyes had moved to her face, and their eyes locked for a moment. He looked away, but couldn't keep away. A second later his gaze was locked on her abs. A nice look. Slight smile creeping onto his rugged face. Hum ... time for another quick dip.
Her slow walk out of the water brought her near his beach chair. She stood there casually, hands in her hair, bely taunt, navel sticking out. She knew it was insolent, provocative, at least she was pretty certain. Her navel flesh so exposed. She sure had his attention. Yeah, he was trying to be cool, but his eyes were a lot wider than the bright sunlight called for and he was focused on her belly. She thought she'd give him a bit more - just for fun, of course - and thrust out one hip while she kept combing her long red hair with her fingers, stretching her stomach and legs, her navel popping out even farther.
He seemed transfixed on her navel for a few seconds. Then he shook his head a little. Their eyes met. And except for a few quick downward glances at her big outtie belly button, they held each others eyes. This guy was not horrified by her jutting belly button. Quite the opposite, if she knew men. Which she did, assuming a woman ever really did that is.
His eyes were green, hers blue. Mediterranean blue she'd always thought, and she'd been close, the deep water beyond the sailboat docks was shining cobalt blue.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi." She smiled a bit, to herself, and it made its way to her hips and eyes and she was smiling at him. She slowly moved her hands from her hair and put one on her hip while the other slide graceful fingers along the top of her so low-cut bikini bottom. Then her fingers moved slowly, lightly up her tummy. She felt the warmth of the sun on her body and the slight tingling of her skin as her fingers moved closer to her navel. She could feel his eyes on her and knew he wanted her beautiful belly button, knew he wanted all of her. And she knew she wanted him to want her. They were together, giving each other pleasure, separated by several feet, only "Hi" spoken.
Her finger stopped at her belly button and waited. She looked at his eyes. He held her gaze. She teased herself, moved her finger around the outer edges of her belly button so slowly her navel was screaming for more, it needed her fingernail in it, deep in it, then a loving tongue. It's so sexy, she thought, her belly knot sticking out, visible to the world, to him. Her navel ached as she teased herself.
He smiled at her and nodded to the chaise next to her. "May I sit by you?" She nodded back, "Yes," and he was there next to her as she lay back on her chair.
He looked into her big eyes, along her slender throat and smooth shoulders. His lips were slightly parted, as if he were breathing a little faster than normal. His eyes went to her breasts, lightly covered by the bikini top. Her nipples were becoming erect and pushed the thin fabric. He stopped there and it seemed his breath stopped, for just a second. Then his eyes moved to her stomach, over the soft, muscular line that started at her solar plexus and ran down her abs.
His eyes stopped at her navel. Her belly sucked in. It was like he'd touched her, a soft, dry kiss on her belly button. The touch was light and warm and sensual. She was geetin a little moist now, and what the hell is going on? she thought. Her finger slipped onto her belly button. Her eyes closed as deep feelings stirred in her belly and thighs, golden light, like the sun on her now, spread up her spine. She felt his lips near her ear and she knew before he said anything what he'd say, "Beautiful belly button." The words hit her and her stomach trembled with the wonderful sensation of his voice and words, like they'd gone inside her. Only words, but she had needed them, loved hearing them. Her finger dug deeper into her outtie navel, twisting the little fold at its tip.
She whispered, "Thanks. Ah ...". His breath brushed her cheek, "Love watching you. Love your belly button." She sighed, "Yes," and fingered her navel, she glanced down and watched her polished finger nail sticking into her pretty navel top, in and out, navel-fucking, Oh God, what am I doing? and she saw his face, rapture, trance, she didn't know, but he belonged to her. But maybe that went both ways.
As her eyes closed again she could still feel his eyes on her belly button and her finger sticking it, digging it out, pulling it, to show him more, expose it to the hat sun and his desirous eyes, giving the sensations that flowed down, electric. There was a pulse now in her mount and her pearl and she was wet and she felt her nipples against the bikini cloth erect and straining, as navel pleasure filled them. Harder, faster, belly button, pull twist, sun, heat, pressure, friction, the golden light flooded her body and pulsed with her belly button. A hard finger thrust, push it down, down, push the pleasure even further into herself, deeper into her sensitive, undulating. Hot pleasure flowed from her navel through her body, and his deep, soft whisper, "My God, you are wonderful. Wonderful. Gorgeous." Heat flashed up her backbone, out into her arms and fingers, down to her thighs and toes, into her nipples, all of herself, all feeling now joined and she shuddered, grasped out and he took her hand as she twitched, belly danced on the point of her finger with his big warm hand in hers his breath on her cheek the sunlight on her body her belly in spasms. She climaxed, long hot pulses of ecstasy, more pulses, ecstatic, endless, nothing more in the universe, for now, perfect.
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Wow, you are really good! It even had a happy ending! Ha-ha, that girl in your story reminds me of someone...someone I know...someone who may be closer than I think. Gotta love inspiration!
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I still eagerly await the next installment! I hope you continue your series!
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Read your story, can we actually have a photograph of this 'horrendous' belly button please? You make it sound so bad but I'd wager it actually looks kind of cute!
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Sorry I'm late! I might put it up someday. One of my friends tho put a photo of her topless and it ended up all over the web! I don't really look to be internet famous in that way. But I will think about it!
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I really enjoy your writing; hoping to see more soon! Cheers!
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hi how have u been
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u r really nice. the reason i say this is because last when i was in 6th grade people at my school where being mean to me
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Oh thank you! I don't think anyone should be mean. Most people who are really are just mean to themselves in reality. I know what it feels like too btw.
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Well after a while i tried to kill myself
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You are so welcome! That picture is incredibly detailed. I LOVE the way you capture muscle tone!
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I always attempt to find a balance between realistic and cartoony muscles. Whatever it is, I'm glad it works for you.
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You are so welcome! I thought I loved Ashe's in game outfit until I saw YOUR redesign. It is so beautiful! Wow, it's so sexy I wish you could get that designed into a cosplay outfit. How cute would that be!
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OH man, that would be sweet! But embellishing hot pink leather is way to expensive for me on way too many fronts. Would be cool, though!
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Hey there. Hope your day is going well
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thank you so much for the 
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ooh... you have an outie? It is cool!! Mine is an innie that can be converted into a really outie... my msn is topexx99@hotmail.com see you!
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Yes I do. Check out my first chapter of My Outing for more about that. I still can't believe I'm writing about my navel.
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hello!!! do you have an outie? They are cool!! Mine is an innie that can be converted in a very outie... my msn is topexx99@hotmail.com
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Thanks for your preference, and apologizes for the delayed appreciation
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Thank you for faving my work I appreciate your support 
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