RightThruMyHeart Had a friend in Junior High. He liked to have me strip down to my skivvies, then tie my hands behind my back. Laying on his bedroom floor, he had one of them toy-knives that retracts. He liked to stab my outie belly-button. He'd have one... moreHad a friend in Junior High. He liked to have me strip down to my skivvies, then tie my hands behind my back. Laying on his bedroom floor, he had one of them toy-knives that retracts. He liked to stab my outie belly-button. He'd have one hand on my chest, to feel my heartbeat. He'd trace the edges of my belly-button with his toy-knife. I'd suck in by belly and struggle (not hard) as my chest heaved. Then, he'd jab that toy-knife into my bellybutton. I'd groan, and squirm for a bit. Then, I'd die.
Something about my shirtless body, his hand on my chest, blade over my belly-button that got me mighty excited. Would have loved to unzip your flight-suit down, pull it open, and hold a blade to your belly-button. less
RightThruMyHeart Had a friend in Junior High. He liked to have me strip down to my skivvies, then tie my hands behind my back. Laying on his bedroom floor, he had one of them toy-knives that retracts. He liked to stab my outie belly-button. He'd have one... moreHad a friend in Junior High. He liked to have me strip down to my skivvies, then tie my hands behind my back. Laying on his bedroom floor, he had one of them toy-knives that retracts. He liked to stab my outie belly-button. He'd have one hand on my chest, to feel my heartbeat. He'd trace the edges of my belly-button with his toy-knife. I'd suck in by belly and struggle (not hard) as my chest heaved. Then, he'd jab that toy-knife into my bellybutton. I'd groan, and squirm for a bit. Then, I'd die.
Something about my shirtless body, his hand on my chest, blade over my belly-button that got me mighty excited. Would have loved to unzip your flight-suit down, pull it open, and hold a blade to your belly-button. less
