Dear Friend,

Bn . . . Brazen Navel. You were the first to call me this and the moniker seemed so appropriate that it has since become my own. Of course, you earned the right to name me so. You were the one who went with me to Deep Ellum, who stood beside me as I got the piercing I had been wanting for so long. You were the first to see it, to touch it, to taste it.

It is absolutely wonderful having my navel pierced. There is something very sexy about the silky slide of a dress lining or lacy slip across the metal, the delicate tug on it by a suit skirt during the course of the workday. There is also an inate erotica to be found in the surreptitiousness of the jeweled navel, in knowing that only a priveledged few also know while the majority would never suspect. It serves as a subtle yet constant reminder that some of life's most precious treasures are hidden in plain sight.

Bn.