Alvinophilia, or navel fetish is something I don’t have. Navels, belly buttons or whatever you want to call them really squick me out. Whilst I don’t physically recoil at the sight of them, they tend to be something I avoid touching let alone licking or sucking anything from one. I even shuddered as I wrote that.
Looking back I think my dislike for them started when I was a child. My Dad used to remove fluff from his belly button and chase me. I know it was done in jest in that way that only Dads ever can do but he never really understood how much I hated it.
Sir happens to have the deepest navel I’ve ever seen. You could throw a ball bearing into it and hear the echos as it bounces around before falling into the abyss! Depth also means it gathers fluff and I react to that the same way I reacted as a child, I squeal and run from the room. He even has to check before I suck his cock in case I get a view that freaks me the fuck out!
I also don’t have a good relationship with my own navel. Years ago I had keyhole surgery and my navel was one of the places they used, once I was all healed the scar tissue actually left my navel flat. Whilst it looked a little odd it actually didn’t bother me at all. A few years after that surgery I had to have further surgery and again they went in through my navel but this time they rebuilt it…badly! I’ve been left with awkward folds of skin that are tricky to clean and pull against each other on quite painful ways at times.
So no, not every hole is a goal, navel fetishism isn’t my thing. However, if you ask me about a naval fetish then that is a whole different story.