I still coy about admitting to the impact of this fetish on me. I do need to state that i am not turned on by all armpits. But I am turned on by people who I let my barriers down with.
Visually, I can get turned on by seeing the sweaty armpit of someone who I have seen taking part in physical activity. Think of the well worn (and wanked over) tropes of lumberjacks, blacksmiths, metalworkers, carpenters etc. I will watch transfixed, wishing I could trace the skin with my fingers before combing them through the hairs.
The thing is, that is still me holding back. Still pretending not to ache with need for more. When I am with a partner, and especially after we have been in a torrid tussle of filthy fucking, it is no longer a desire, it is primal, maybe even feral need to bury my face in that armpit and inhale. Once my senses are full of the aroma, that is when I need to kiss and then lick…
It’s not long ago that the suggestion that I would act on this fetish seemed ridiculous. I definitely wouldn’t have expected to confess to how deeply it turns me on. But here I am, an armpit loving pervert.
It never fails to make me giggle when your nose makes its way into an armpit. Definitely not laughing *at* you because your kinks are definitely ok with me, it’s just utterly adorable!
Yep I can relate to some of this. I love to bury my nose in a partners armpit, there is something both sexy and comforting about it
Molly