In a fastastical world where women with deep attactive navels can do everything with their navel even more than what Money can do. Also the their navel is their most sensitive part of their body. Its similar to how the clit is in our universe.
Buyi...
Now, i know how it sounds like, Im not cheating on my hubby or anything near that. I visit there for a very personal reason. This man was my first real love.
This man had a brain-stroke few years back, he is almost bedridden permanently. He cannot walk properly without help and his brain had almost stopped working.
Though over the months he has recovered quite a bit now he can feel and move slightly. He can think clearly but he has developed short-term memory. He forgets everything a few hours later. Also he remembers only fragments from his past.
Luckily his charming personality is there.
I think he didn't have much family left. I visit him almost twice a week and in my many visits to him I have only seen few people visit him. His friends would show up once in awhile.
Which seems odd, because he was the most kind and gentle man I knew growing up. He was the only good male role model I had in my life as my father had died when I was young.
He was my first crush in high school. He used to teach us math and by god, I was very weak in maths.
He used to take time off his day and teach me math just for free. He was such a good looking man back then. I just assumed he wanted to seduce a young girl and also get to enjoy my belly.
But to my surprise, he always turned me down. Even though I wanted him to do everything to my navel. Even though I once stood beside him and gave him my navel just like this.( This is my rendition of that scene. I don't have pictures of my navel when I was young ;p, cell camera sucked back then).
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But He would always just say no. And demanded, I get on with my math.
He helped me get into a better college.
I didn't understand it back then but I do now. I was too young, Just barely 17. And he was in his 40s. But he was the only man at that time who saw me as a young girl. Every other man in my life only wanted one thing from me. My navel.
He never wanted to exploit a young girls weakness. He had too much self respect to do such a thing.
Whatever it was. He earned my love for it.
Now I'm in my mid thirties. And he is near his sixties. Now, I'm The woman he wouldve loved to have.
He deserves better than to just lie in a hospital bed alone. So I asked Rohit to help him get into a better Care Facility and a private room. Rohit never questioned it too much. He understood from my tone that this was very important to me.Â
The doctors said he wasn't gonna live much long after the stroke. Maybe a few months if he is lucky.
But to everyone's surprise my sweet old love survived almost a year now and is going strong. And I'll have you know, it's no miracle. It's all just *wink* some meds I like to call "love".
