Once again, this is an incomplete 'manuscript' I guess, which I've been too lazy too finish and it's become quite clear to me I've no intention of completing this. hammer So its up to you guys to finish the rest.

Zara was a 19-year old Pakistani girl who was preparing for her first year at college. Her complexion was slightly dark and her jet-black hair fell slightly below her shoulders. She had a slender if somewhat skinny, hourglass figure that attracted a lot of attention wherever she went. She was wearing light blue jeans and black and white sneakers with a white tank top. She was wearing a few red bands on her right wrist. Her purple bra only slightly showed itself underneath her tight top. Today she was helping out one of her neighbors tend to her expansive 'garden'. Mrs. Anderson was an aging woman who led a quiet life in her mansion and occasionally tended to her cats and garden herself. Today, however she had called specifically for Zara, who found it odd that she had singled HER out.

The garden was more of a jungle in reality. There was a lot of undergrowth and the trees were quite old, their canopies almost blocking out the sunlight. Trailing vines hung from hoary old willows here and there. As Zara carefully made her way through the largest of the plants, she felt something slither round her ankle. She looked down to see one of the vines wrapped around her ankle. Within seconds, another vine slid itself completely into her other shoe and wrapped itself around the sole of her foot all the way up to her thin ankle. Zara bent down and pulled and pried at the vines, but to no avail. While she was still hunched over she felt a push at the small of her back and she fell face first into the damp soil. It was at this point she noticed the atmosphere inside the jungle had gotten a bit more stuffy while the air around her had grown colder, as if the trees, plants and vines were closing in around her. "What the hell is going on?!" she cried as she struggled to regain footing. She looked down to see that the vines had ripped her shoes off and were now curling themselves tightly round her legs and calves inside her jeans. Her toes wriggled sexily as she saw her jeans rippling with the passage of the vines. Still lying on her belly, she looked up to see a skin-colored suction cup attached to a vine moving towards her. Quickly, the cup attached itself to her pink, succulent lips and began fondling the inside of her mouth with a tentacle inside it.

Zara realized she was not struggling anymore but was yearning for more suction. Her thoughts became groggy and her eyes fluttered as she began to emit pulsating, muffled moans through her captive mouth. She closed her eyes and became aware of a voice in her mind telling her to give in to the temptation. Without a moment's hesitation, Zara gripped the ends of her moist top with her sultry hands and pulled it slowly over and off the top of her head. Eyes still closed and hair thrashing around, she unhooked her bra and threw it away. Zara threw her head back, arched her back and ran a finger down from the top of her breasts, down her linea alba and into her navel.

Zara's navel was an outie with knots and twists in the center. As her slender finger slid itself into her belly button, she began to let out cries of pleasure. Her finger dug deep into her outie, wriggling left right and center. Her ribs exposed themselves while the top of her shaven mound became visible. After quite a bit of in-and-out digging, Zara pulled her outie out of her hole, exposing her umbilical stalk by quite a distance. She let it go and it slipped back into her body with a moist slap. Her belly jolted and her eyebrows and head threw themselves back but still her orgasm would not come.

Zara let her long, skinny arms fall to her sides as a transparent tube-like tentacle emerged from the soil, attached itself to her outie and began to suck on it with tremendous force. Zara repeatedly watched her outie being sucked in and out with wide eyes until finally her stalk came out with a popping sound still attached to her center. It was elongated a good 5-6 cm as another smaller,slender tentacle inside the tube began to massage and lubricate her rich, light-brown umbilical cord.

Zara's small, portly breasts were expanding and contracting rapidly. Her nipples were rock-hard while her chest was heaving with exhilaration..

Here's another incomplete story for you to partially enjoy and continue. It's about Trinity from The Matrix.

"And just where do you think you're going?" said the two smooth-talking agents as they blocked Trinity's path to the payphone. Apparently she had been a little slow in following Neo. She could only fight her way through them to the phone, even if it meant getting busted up inside out. She took off her shades and assumed her fighting stance. Immediately, she aimed a punch straight at the nearest agent. The agent parried her blow and instead grabbed her arm, twirling her with frightening ease until she was trapped with her back against his chest and his arms firmly locked around her neck. She struggled vainly, as her fighting skills were no match of that of the agents'. "You'll have to do", said the other casually. With a chop to her neck, Trinity's vision fell into darkness.

She awoke to find herself tied to a chair in a small, gray room. The two agents were standing in either corners behind and beside her while a third sat calmly in front of her, with his hands clasped together on a small table. Trinity immediately broke free of her bonds and lunged toward the 'machine' in front of her, but the agents beside her quickly gripped both her arms tightly and wrapped them together behind her back. The third agent nodded his head imperceptibly.

Immediately, Trinity was thrown down on the table back first while her arms were tied together with a much stronger rope underneath the table. With her hands bound, the agents went to work tying her legs to her hands underneath the table. Now hogtied and completely helpless, Trinity craned her neck upward only to feel a gag being tied firmly deep between her teeth.

"Obviously, you are not going to co-operate, so it appears I have no further use for you. However, before you are disposed of, I also feel you are worthy of...how shall I put it? Special attention?". The agent leered towards her face and caressed her gagged lips before speaking in a flat monotone: "Do it."

Instantly, one of the agents ripped apart her leather jacket and black vest underneath to reveal her small, portly breasts. Trinity let out a long, drawn out and muffled wail as the cold air assaulted her naked torso. Agent Smith pulled out a small object from his jacket, and before she could see what it was, dropped it on her naked belly. As soon as the insect fell onto her belly, Trinity felt shivers run up her spine. She knew what was going to happen. She knew what had happened to Neo. She knew it was an insect that had been dropped on her body. Now the same thing that had happened to Neo was happening to her.

Worse, the remaining two agents ripped off her leather trousers and black panties to expose her newly-shaven mound. Meanwhile the insect crawled its way up to Trinity's portly and circular hole of a navel and began circling its rim with its tail. Subconsciously, this began to Trinity on and she began breathing heavily beneath her gag. At the same time, her fingernails underneath the table caressed the soles of her feet, causing her toes and soles to wrinkle in sensual pleasure.

With playtime over, the creature began to worm its way into Trinity's vulnerable navel. She blinked her eyes shut and gulped slightly as the front portion of the creature's silver body thrust itself into the helpless woman's nude orifice, writhing left and right as it plunged deeper into the core of her womanhood, woman. Eyes wide in panic now, Trinity glanced down between her electrified, erect nipples to see the tail of the scorpion-like insect still wriggling outside her navel. She let out a short choking gasp and arched her neck backward as she felt three sets of hands rub and caress her pale, Caucasian flesh. One set of hands rubbed and squeezed her breasts, gently massaging and lightly pinching her perfectly vertical, erect nipples while another pair of hands squeezed and caressed her nude buttocks. These hands alternately squeezed her buttocks and the silky-smooth undersides of her voluptuous thighs. Whenever her thighs quivered, these hands would apply gentle pressure underneath her thighs, just enough to stop the panicky vibration of her thighs. The third set of hands rubbed themselves against her vagina, opening the lips and allowing one finger to penetrate her womanhood and lead Trinity to the first steps of a memorable orgasm.

Within seconds, these three pairs of hands began working in synchronicity with each other and with the creature fondling Trinity's umbilical chord. Trinity looked down one last time to see the last of the creature's writhing, tempestuous tail disappear into the fold of her navel. The sight caused Trinity to lay her head back against the table and begin moaning the throaty cries of pleasure that would eventually lead up to her climax. The cries steadily grew to a crescendo as the momentum of her massages increased. Her soles..

Ooh, I definitely like the garden-based one. Outies are my favorite navel type, without a doubt. Hope it gets finished someday! (Just when it was getting to the good part, too!)

Kristen Stewart:

It was a bright and sunny day and Kirsten decided to take a dip in the small pond in the clearing nearby. The forest she had decided to explore today was quite vast and she was tired and sweaty from her hike. She unbuttoned her blue flannel shirt and pulled down her tight jeans shorts, revealing a sky blue bikini underneath. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, her brown hair flowing in the wind. Satisfied with the weather, she lowered her legs into the tepid water, her long, slender legs shining with a pale hue in the sunlight. With her lower body submerged, Kristen leant back against the rock-laden boundary of the pond and placed her elbows on either side of her hips. Rubbing her toes together underwater, she arched her neck back, hoping to get a more even tan on her soft, cream-like skin.

While she was resting the small of her back against the rocks, Kristen’s deep and slender belly button changed shape from an almond-like hole to a more circular curvature. She had lifted her legs slightly and her belly was creased into deep, sensual folds in the middle.

Without warning, several cold and clammy hands with long, black fingernails grabbed Kristen’s ankles and wrists, immediately binding them together with a spell, leaving her in a hogtied position. Eyes wide with terror, Kristen’s naked belly shivered in fear. Below her, the 20-year old felt the hands rubbing her semi-naked figure with thin, transparent, oil-like slime. The hands caressed her entire back, shoulders and neck. In the water, Kristen felt her toes arch as the soles of her feet, undersides of her thighs and finally the lower half of her luscious belly were vigorously massaged with the substance. One particular hand leapt out of the water and grabbed her mouth, cutting off her terrified screams which were rapidly turning into muffled, erotic moans of pleasure.

As the hand yanked her head back while clasping her lips together, Kristen felt her bra and panties ripped off. Her breasts, nipples and vagina now pulsing with anticipation and flowing with warm hormonal liquids, expanded and contracted rapidly.

Kristen gasped as she felt a single finger plunge into the depths of her deep, folded navel. She felt the finger wriggle and plunge deeper into the depths of her womb till she felt the fingertip sink into the gooey depths of her umbilical liquid. Now on the verge of orgasming, Kristen closed her eyes and opened her legs slightly, revealing her already-moist clit. The finger steadily swirled its way through the sea of pale, yellowish goo. Kristen’s belly writhed and twisted with each swirl, showing off her young and feminine curves in a slow, erotic dance while her body was placed in a hogtied position. Tenderly, yet with surprising firmness, Kristen felt the finger wrap itself around her umbilical knot and elongate it through the goo and yank it through the inner tunnels of her belly until with a soft *pop* sound it was exposed to the outside world. Kristen let out a shrill, gasp as she looked down to see her goo-covered umbilical chord yanked out of her tummy, glistening in the sunlight.

Reaching her climax, Kristen’s thighs opened wide and let out a long moan of pleasure as the finger let go of her chord and it fell back into the depths of her belly with a soft slapping sound, jolting her belly slightly. Her head still arched backwards, Kristen opened her eyes slightly and looked down in time to see one finger enter her vagina and massage her clit. Her thigh muscles working furiously now, Kristen let out one last whisper of pleasure before her body became limp and she fell unconscious, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

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I have a rather particular fetish. I'm really into concave sunken in tummies.I love the sight of a beautiful girl's tummy as she sucks it in and her tummy becomes concave, such as when you can see a hint of her ribs betraying their hide out behind her soft flesh.This is even better if she is laying down on her back with her arms above her head. Now I don't like super skinny anorexic girls, but a nice flat, yet soft tummy on a girl is ideal. If she can suck it in and it becomes concave, with a hint of ribs showing I'm happy.

My ultimate fantasy is to come home one day from work and find a beautiful, sexy woman asleep on my bed. Laying on her back, with her arms stretched above her head. Her entire tummy exposed between a a white wife beater shirt that the hem has been cut to just above her ribs and below her breast and a sexy pair of tiny thong panties. Her soft tummy raising up and down as she breathes deeply. Perhaps stretching once in a while her ribs betraying their hide out behind her soft flesh as she suck her tummy way in. This drive me wild.

The very thought of a woman going to sleep and her tummy is exposed turns me on. Any sort of significant tummy exposure while asleep short of being naked is very sexy to me. For some strange reason I find it sexier if they are clothed rather than naked. I'm also a fan of the simple panties and the short white wife beater undershirt. Either naturally short or purposely cut short to bare her belly. I sort of like that jagged look to the hem of the shirt against her tummy skin.

I got this fetish when I was around 14. It involved one of my sister's friend who I had a HUGE!!! Crush on. her name was Joanna. My sister had a slumber party one time. It was around 3 am and everyone had already gone to sleep. I got up to use the bathroom. I passed by my sisters room, her door was open and all her friends were laid out on the floor. Joanna's pj shirt was worked up all the way to above her ribs, she was laying on her back with her arms above her head and her tummy was concave and sucked in. Her pj bottoms were real low on her sexy hips and her hipbones stuck out as did her ribs. her tummy slowly and sensually rose and fell with her breathing. then she stretched and sucked in even more and let out the sexiest most erotic moan ever.

That was my defining moment and why it's not only about the concave tummy, but also about the sleeping.You may or may not ask yourself If a girl doesn't suck in her tummy, am I completely uninterested? What if a girl sucks in her tummy, but does not reveal her belly button? Or the reverse of that; shows her belly button but doesn't suck in her tummy? Are these deal killers?

No not really, I mean I I would like to think that I'm not as shallow as that, but at the same time this is a fairly intense fetish I have so a girl with a slim, soft tummy is fairly important. I have more of a tummy fetish than a navel fetish. To me it's more about the entire tummy than it is about just the bellybutton. One thing I can say for sure is that a fat girl is someone who I would not be interested in at all. Now I said that I don't like super skinny anorexic girls and that still holds true. I have seen plenty of examples of girls with some meat on their tummies that still manage to have that slim, flat and sexy look, while still maintaining a supple softness at the same time.

I like to rub caress kiss and lick a woman's tummy. I also like some light torture. Ice, Candle Wax, sometimes one right after the other.

I also have a bondage fetish, I love seeing women tied up and helpless. especially when their tummies are bare. Another bizarre fetish that I have is that I love the thought of a woman dropping food on her tummy while it's exposed. Things like Ice Cream, Mustard Yogurt. I also have a bit of a tentacle fetish, but not in the way you think. I get excited by the possibility of a sexy woman with an exposed tummy having a monster's slimy tentacle or long tongue wrapping around her slim, exposed and vulnerable tummy, covering it with slime.

I see myself as the victim. I currently play using a pellet gun and darts fired point blank into my navel. While I usually play with males (don't know if I could shoot a lady) I dont have any hang ups as to who's pulling the trigger. For me, the ultimate would be to be expecting a dart and not knowing the shooter has switched it to a 22 and gives me a suddenly deeper innie. Give me a few moments to realize its happened before firing another in.

that was so hot alot of my fantasies of cannibalism also involve my belly button, if I come a main course I hope before I go my belly button get a good tasting first xx