My reputation has been maligned. My honor questioned. My own Daddy has shared with the world something he considers ‘questionable’ in our bedroom.
It’s a question of consent. (To understand the full story, stop now. Click this link. Then come back – otherwise this isn’t going to make a lick of sense.)
My position is this…
I have permission to touch my Daddy at will, whenever I choose. By his decree, by the way. Some parts of him I touch more often than others. A caress on his cheek. A warm hand on his neck. Pinchy fingers on his butt (followed by silly noises). Grasping hands on his cock.
His belly button is fair game. And is often neglected. Poor thing. Poor little forgotten belly button. (Don’t you feel sorry for his belly button? I know I do.)
So there I was, in the middle of the night, playing Big Spoon to Daddy’s ‘Little Spoon’ with my arm draped around his waist, my hand laying peacefully over his stomach. His belly button was close – and, dare I say, lonely.
I allowed my fingers to circle and stroke his belly button for a moment. Hearing no protect (or giggles), I continued. The belly button didn’t pull away, didn’t cringe, and gave no indication through body language, sound, or expression that it did not consent to my sweet touches.
The next morning, as the consent/nonconsent debate raged in our house, I requested a test. Now that Daddy was awake, I would reproduce the sweet, tender touches from the night before on a fully aware belly button.
Daddy presented his belly button for the test. With one finger (didn’t want to get too extreme in broad daylight, ya know), I stroked and swirled, circled and poked. At no point was I told to stop nor did the belly button pull away. The only sound from this test? Big Daddy giggles (yes, giggles).
I say that the belly button not only consented but loved the attention it received.
I rest my case.
Yes, we know we’re silly. Yes, we know we’re cute. For the record, we laugh a LOT in our house. We’re still laughing over this one.
Yes it is true you have permission to touch me but see the test was then done in full daylight with all parties awake and able to voice said opinions.
And the reaction was the same (well, minus the giggles, lol). So I still think I’m right – the belly button consented.
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Again, love this. Cracked me up
😀 Yay! That’s what I was going for.
I must admit that I too fondle Wolf’s belly button and occasionally his nipple in the middle of the night. 🙂
Oh, I could write an entire post devoted to what I do to that man’s nipples – and how he reacts. I don’t do that in the middle of the night unless I really want to be thrown around and plundered in the middle of the night.
But I am glad it’s not JUST me. 🙂
No, it isn’t just you. My favourite thing is to suck on his nipples, leave them warm and wet and then blow cool air on them. Mwahahahahaha. Just when his nipples are all crinkled, I warm them up with hot wet lips.
Finally! Comments that give ME ideas and not him. 😀
LOL! You’re so welcome!
Belly Buttons need TLC! I think Your Right! Laughing with your Family is alright I Hope! Great Story! Thank You Very Much!
I agree. They DO need TLC! 🙂
Totally silly, totally loving this!
😀 Yay! Mission accomplished.
Hope this week will be another great week for you full of laughs and love !
I hope so, too!
So freakin’ cute I want to pinch both your cheeks like the Italian mama I am!
LOL! I think I would let you! 😉
Oh, you two… Had me going for a minute, very playful! 😀
Oh yay! If we fooled you for even half a second, we did something AMAZING. 🙂
[…] wishing I could bring him some comfort. My hands began to roam across his stomach (stopping by the bellybutton, of course), up his chest, across his neck. He finds my touch soothing; he’s told me so a […]
Thank you for the giggles. Definitely sending Sir the links to both your posts. 😂