You know, the umbilicus, commonly called the belly button. That unique punctuation in the middle of your favorite woman’s abdomen.
No, they’re not nipples (nothing tops nipples). For one thing, there’s only one. But like nipples, each one is different, they come in a wide range of shapes and sizes. And, I believe, they are under appreciated as a major contributor to one’s impression of female beauty.
Don’t think so? Try this mental experiment. Close your eyes. Picture your fav, or ATF, or the prettiest of your wives, or even Miss December in the magazine out in your shop. Whoever is your current personal 9 point something. Gaze at her breasts, then let your eyes wander down her belly. Cute navel, eh? Now, with the power of imagination, replace that navel with your own.
Takes a point off, doesn’t it? Even without the hair.
Yet in a beautiful woman’s belly, the button quite often seems just right. Whether it’s a perfect round inny, or a winking eye, or a longish vertical slit. You hear people say “What a fox, if she had slightly bigger (perkier) boobs, she’d be a 9 point something”. But the navel sits there, without which she’d look truly weird, and is never commented on. AND, unlike the longish vertical slit about a hand’s reach down, few dancers will object to playing with this unique adornment. (I mean, they might think, what’s this weirdo doing now?)
But I say, it’s time to PRAISE THE NAVEL.
What say you, gentlemen (and ladies)?


A cute navel is cute. Not sure I'd write a loving paean to it, but I like touching it; sometimes I find myself absent-mindedly playing with it if she's giving me a lapdance in reverse cowgirl