A little navel tease is always needed!

Kinkydude

New Member
How much are you turned on?
Do I turn u on that much?
Turning on from pics is for kids, the mind and vibe also plays a role in turning on.

Apart from your sexy body, you also have an attractive mind.

To answer your question, yes I am turned on. I just noticed that pic and I love your nails on right hand. I imagine them scratching on my body and making marks as I do some kinky yet passionate foreplay that resonate exactly with what you want!
 

BDSM-DOM

New Member
You're gonna be playing with my navel so good?
"Am I gonna play with it?" I smirk, dragging my knuckle down your stomach, watching you shiver. "I'm gonna worship it."

That black cropped top frames your midriff like a gift fabric cutting off just below your ribs, leaving that entire smooth expanse bare. Your navel sits there, this perfect little hollow, and dead center is that silver stud catching light like it was made to be touched. It's a simple barbell, maybe with a tiny gem, but on you it looks kinky - this decoration in the center of your flat stomach, drawing every eye straight to where your body curves inward.

I run my tongue along the waistband of your pants first, teasing, feeling you tense. Then I blow warm air right over that little dip, watching your stomach flutter. "So soft here," I murmur, pressing my thumb into the hollow, circling the piercing. The metal's warm from your skin, and I flick it with my nail, just enough to make you gasp!

Make you stand in front of that mirror again, that black top hiked higher, your arms raised so I can see every inch. That piercing glints when you breathe in, out and I watch it move, hypnotized. I get on my knees, grip your hips hard enough to bruise, and press my mouth right there. My tongue traces the piercing, tugs gently with my teeth, tastes the skin around it. You're trembling, fingers in my hair, bracelets clicking with every shaky breath.

"Look at yourself," I command, and you force your eyes open - watching me devour that little spot like it's the only thing that matters. Because right now? It is. That navel, that flirty little decoration you showed off to the world? Mine now. I'm gonna suck bruises around it, flick it until you're squirming, tug it while I take you apart piece by piece.

You asked if I'm gonna play with it good? I'm gonna ruin you for more admiration and comments.
 

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dimswati

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"Am I gonna play with it?" I smirk, dragging my knuckle down your stomach, watching you shiver. "I'm gonna worship it."

That black cropped top frames your midriff like a gift fabric cutting off just below your ribs, leaving that entire smooth expanse bare. Your navel sits there, this perfect little hollow, and dead center is that silver stud catching light like it was made to be touched. It's a simple barbell, maybe with a tiny gem, but on you it looks kinky - this decoration in the center of your flat stomach, drawing every eye straight to where your body curves inward.

I run my tongue along the waistband of your pants first, teasing, feeling you tense. Then I blow warm air right over that little dip, watching your stomach flutter. "So soft here," I murmur, pressing my thumb into the hollow, circling the piercing. The metal's warm from your skin, and I flick it with my nail, just enough to make you gasp!

Make you stand in front of that mirror again, that black top hiked higher, your arms raised so I can see every inch. That piercing glints when you breathe in, out and I watch it move, hypnotized. I get on my knees, grip your hips hard enough to bruise, and press my mouth right there. My tongue traces the piercing, tugs gently with my teeth, tastes the skin around it. You're trembling, fingers in my hair, bracelets clicking with every shaky breath.

"Look at yourself," I command, and you force your eyes open - watching me devour that little spot like it's the only thing that matters. Because right now? It is. That navel, that flirty little decoration you showed off to the world? Mine now. I'm gonna suck bruises around it, flick it until you're squirming, tug it while I take you apart piece by piece.

You asked if I'm gonna play with it good? I'm gonna ruin you for more admiration and comments.
Uff yess! Are you into erotic writing? Cause damn reading this turns me on
 

dimswati

Well-Known Member
"Am I gonna play with it?" I smirk, dragging my knuckle down your stomach, watching you shiver. "I'm gonna worship it."

That black cropped top frames your midriff like a gift fabric cutting off just below your ribs, leaving that entire smooth expanse bare. Your navel sits there, this perfect little hollow, and dead center is that silver stud catching light like it was made to be touched. It's a simple barbell, maybe with a tiny gem, but on you it looks kinky - this decoration in the center of your flat stomach, drawing every eye straight to where your body curves inward.

I run my tongue along the waistband of your pants first, teasing, feeling you tense. Then I blow warm air right over that little dip, watching your stomach flutter. "So soft here," I murmur, pressing my thumb into the hollow, circling the piercing. The metal's warm from your skin, and I flick it with my nail, just enough to make you gasp!

Make you stand in front of that mirror again, that black top hiked higher, your arms raised so I can see every inch. That piercing glints when you breathe in, out and I watch it move, hypnotized. I get on my knees, grip your hips hard enough to bruise, and press my mouth right there. My tongue traces the piercing, tugs gently with my teeth, tastes the skin around it. You're trembling, fingers in my hair, bracelets clicking with every shaky breath.

"Look at yourself," I command, and you force your eyes open - watching me devour that little spot like it's the only thing that matters. Because right now? It is. That navel, that flirty little decoration you showed off to the world? Mine now. I'm gonna suck bruises around it, flick it until you're squirming, tug it while I take you apart piece by piece.

You asked if I'm gonna play with it good? I'm gonna ruin you for more admiration and comments.
How naughty are you, you're gonna make me look at myself as you play with my navel and pleasure me
 

dimswati

Well-Known Member
Turning on from pics is for kids, the mind and vibe also plays a role in turning on.

Apart from your sexy body, you also have an attractive mind.

To answer your question, yes I am turned on. I just noticed that pic and I love your nails on right hand. I imagine them scratching on my body and making marks as I do some kinky yet passionate foreplay that resonate exactly with what you want!
If the situation gets wild you're gonna get them scratches:P
 

BDSM-DOM

New Member
Uff yess! Are you into erotic writing? Cause damn reading this turns me on
You're moaning loud now, that fearless attitude gone, just a desperate girl who baited the wrong or right man!
Every thrust rocks you against the dresser, that piercing catching the light with each slam.
When I reach around and thumb your clit, with one and other with navel; I make you say it with the lips soaked into each other.

Make you admit you were posting for that man, fantasizing about exactly this while you typed out those flirty captions.
 

Kinkydude

New Member
Oooohhh! Someone's horny and making me too :P
The moment kinky dudes like me read your replies they get horny! I don't know about you but apart from me there are plenty of kinky dudes who wants you. Multiple men wanting and desiring you, I guess that must be making you horny beyond anything.
Just something to make u more horny
 

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BDSM-DOM

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How naughty are you, you're gonna make me look at myself as you play with my navel and pleasure me
I stand up and spin you around, bend you over the dresser so you're staring at your own reflection - at us. Your accessories clink against the wood as I yank those bikini-style bottoms down. "Post this," I taunt, driving into you hard enough to shove you forward, grip your hair and pull your head back so you have to watch yourself get taken. "Go ahead, take a picture."
 

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