Baby Oil In My Navel
I'm a high school junior, aged 17, and I masturbate at least once a day, sometimes -- especially in summer, when I get unbearably horny -- two or three times. I know this sounds vain, but I'm in love with my own body.
I belong to a local gym, work out several times a week, and am in great shape. The gym has tanning booths, so my skin is a beautiful rich brown. I almost always masturbate lying on my back, and I do a lot of "foreplay" before I start to get serious. I have a desk lamp by the side of my bed, and one of the things I like to do best is to aim the light from the lamp so that it shines on my belly, illuminating a sheen of tiny, almost invisible golden hairs. Then I take a bottle of baby oil, and squeezing it gently, I start to fill my navel (an innie, very long and very deep) drop by drop, until it overflows and starts to trickle down my sides. I rub the baby oil into my belly with the tips of my fingers, feeling the muscles, and letting a finger wander in and out of my commodious navel. Then I start to rub my clit with one hand, using the other to massage my belly.
As I get close to orgasm, I can feel my stomach muscles tighten, and I fix my eyes on the region around my navel and watch the way the muscles ripple just below the surface of my skin. As I come, I arch my back. I would dearly LOVE to scream, but I worry that my parents would hear. (They're cool, but not THAT cool.) Ouch.
Writing this has made me wet. (Is that why I wrote it?) I have one hand on my bare belly as I'm typing. I'm going to sign off, go to bed, and give myself another orgasm. I LOVE to masturbate, and think I always will, regardless of what man (or men) might be in my life. Keep on coming.