Tickle This Naughty Navel Slut 😉

Or maybe I end up laid out across his lap, my stomach stretched and my shirt ever so slightly lifted, showing the tiniest bit of my stomach. He lightly grazes the sliver of skin that’s revealed and I don’t protest. My stomach twitches but I lay there and let him lightly tickle me, slowly being driven a little crazy by the constant sensation. He eventually lifts the shirt a little and plays around with my bellybutton, lazily. I’m squirming a tad but it isn’t enough for me to want to actually stop him, though I playfully reach my hands out to grab his.

There’s something really peaceful about letting someone have access to me and trusting that they won’t betray the quietness of the moment. That we can just lay there and be in a zen state with a smile plastered on my face and a giggle slipping out or an occasional flinch, but continuing to let a ler have whatever access they want.

Comfy joggers and a t shirt shouldn’t be enough to fluster you, right? I mean, it’s not like I’m asking for you to pounce on me anyway. We’re just sitting on the couch, maybe you’re playing a video game, I don’t know—but I’m reading something on my phone. I need to get comfy, so I hope you won’t mind me lying across your lap? Just gotta shimmy a bit to get comfortable, and then—

Oh, no.

Did you see the hemline of my shirt inch its way up? Because I definitely felt it, and the immediately felt the cool prickle of air against my waistline.

Suddenly, the lightbulb in my brain is lit. Maybe you’re focused on whatever you’re doing, but I felt the hitch in your breath. I saw your eyes flick down towards my abdomen and quickly avert. And I definitely saw the slightly rosy color that’s still all over your face.

So maybe I’ll feign a stretch, arching my back, ever so subtly pulling my shirt up further… and further… until the hemline hits me right below my breasts. I’ll say nothing, of course. It’s not like I’m trying to bait you here. I am, however, curious about just how long you can resist, when your hands are so close to my soft stomach…

Oh, honey—why on earth did you drop your controller?

Yeah that's me rn. This was deathly effective.

"wait, i'm really ticklish!"

"make me!"

"do your worst!"

"i'm not afraid of you!"