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I Love Kissing A Woman's Navel

I made up this piece while my hormones were high :P Didn't have enough time to proof-read it, so pardon me for the mistakes. I hope you enjoy reading this! :)

I had a dream; of two individuals head over heels in love, resting on a garden overlooking the sea, ruing that the time spent together never seemed enough.

We both lay down looking at the stars, peeking out of the sky one by one; the sun fading slowly into the horizon; the sea breeze trying to lull us to sleep.
I remember how we both turned our heads at the same time, gazing into the depths of each other's eyes; trying to solve a mystery that lay within, pretty sure the staring lasted a while.

She moves herself and rests her head upon my shoulder rubbing her face under my chin; we giggle for no reason treasuring the moment we were having. I remember the moment when my hands feeling the hem of her shirt fluttering in the wind, eventually came across soft warm flesh within. I don't recollect the exact time she twitched from the feeling of my fingers under her shirt but I do recall that her soft and smooth midriff matched no other substance I have felt so far. From then, my hand falls under a trance, stroking her stomach, trying to memorise the curves as she closes her eyes and takes in the feel; she pressing her head against my neck.

I drag my fingertip along the contours as she moves her head around with subtle approval. I hear a soft moan as my fingers reach somewhere in the middle, maintaining contact under the heavy breathing. My fingers converge to the indentation where they spread apart radially, like a flower in blooming. I could feel her hands gripping against my shirt ever so tightly.

I clearly remember how I slowly dragged my fingertips along the rim of her navel, trying to gauge its depth by sliding my index finger over it in an up and down motion. I could feel her thrill and my excitement as my finger went into the beautiful crevice.

Pity, like everything in the universe, the dream had to end as well and I awoke looking at the unkempt, flabbergasted man staring me down from behind the mirror.

They say that if you wish under a falling star, your dreams come true. If asking for this to happen for real is too much, I just wish that I could experience that dream once more.
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