She closed her eyes, letting her mind drift to memories of old lovers, each one a vibrant presence in her life. In her imagination, they gathered around her, laughter filling the air as they danced, each step a playful homage to their time together.
She imagined the neighborhood boy. The neighborhood boy twirled her with a flourish, his laughter ringing out as he leaned in close, teasingly pointing to her navel. She licked her index finger and rubbed it in her navel thinking of him.
Next she thought about her husband taking the pill from her navel. She purposely dropped a pill in her navel to recreate that magical sexy moment.
Then she thought about the vegetable seller inserting seeds into her flower, about how raw his tool felt inside of her. She put her hands between her thighs and started fingering her flower 🌼
Then she thought of the beggar sucking her nipple. She started fondling her breasts imagining he was touching her. She got turned on at the thought of her lovers.
She reached out, playfully tracing a finger near her navel, igniting a warmth of nostalgia.
In her dreams, each lover took their turn, a soft breeze of memories swirling around her navel as they danced, celebrating her navel. It was a joyful reunion in her mind, a tapestry woven from love and laughter, reminding her of the beauty found in every connection.
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