She’s so naive. She thinks she knows. Until I start touching her. Her breath hitches when the swab goes in too deep. The look in her eyes when I lift the blindfold— and she watches me smell it. The shock when I taste it. That’s when she understands what she’s stepped into. Tape tight around her wrists. Shirt lifted, bloomers low. Soft belly exposed. The spreader presses, opening her navel— wider, deeper. She flinches. I keep going. Swab circling, pushing. Her body twitching before the tongue even comes. Then it does. One lick. Then another. Her thighs shake. Saliva fills the dip. She squirms like it’s her clit. Pads snap into place. Tiny pulses. Then harder. Her belly jumps. Her moans spill out, helpless. She arches, shakes, breaks— and I keep smiling. How many bellybutton videos have you watched now? Still pretending it’s “just curiosity,” right? Sure. Keep lying. We’ll be here next time you’re “curious.” And so will that little hole you’re so not obsessed with. Circe (220118_04)