Confessions Of An Armpit Lover
Maschalagnia is a fetish for armpits. I'm obsessed with men's underarms. Yum! Here's an autobiographical account of my secret fascination, including musings and tantalizing tidbits I have never shared before.
Sunday, November 3, 2024
Page 421 - I Did Some Late-Night, Weird Frankenstein-ing to Dylan's Armpit Photos!
Saturday, November 2, 2024
Page 420 - Sorry, Not Sorry
Friday, October 25, 2024
Page 419 - "Licky Lou: The Armpit Lovin' Plant": A Pit Poem
Thursday, October 24, 2024
Page 418 - My 3 Levels of Interest
Saturday, October 12, 2024
Page 417 - "Pit Angel": An Armpit Love Song Parody
Saturday, September 28, 2024
Saturday, September 21, 2024
Page 415 - My Strange Dream About My Armpit Loving Ex
In the dream Ben was asleep, lying shirtless in a large bed. He had the covers pulled up to his waist, so I'm not sure if he was wearing his usual sleeping boxers on or not. (Use your imagination.) I didn't recognize the bed nor the room, but I'm pretty sure it was suppose to be his boudoir in the scene, not mine.
The room was softly lit by the moon glow coming in through a nearby window. (FYI, Ben loved to sleep by moonlight.) He lay there perfectly peaceful, his head resting on a fluffy white pillow, slumbering on his back.
I slowly and quietly I walked into his bedroom. In my mind I knew he and I were still exes and that I was suppose to be committed and faithful to my real life sweetie. Still, I didn't hesitate to peel off all my clothes and climb under the covers next to Ben.
He stirred a bit, then lazily opened an eye, and saw it was me. I paused just a bit, but then my bygone beau smiled and quickly pulled me on my side next to him, placing my head on his furry chest.
I remained perfectly still, taking in the warmth of his body, the smell of his breath, his familiar after-midnight musk caused by his body sweating a bit. Then without giving it a second thought, I wormed my index finger into the crack of his closed underarm. And there it was, the armpit hair I longed for, the very first pit I ever tasted, the sweet and stinky spot that use to bring me to complete ecstasy. I was touching it again, for the very first time in years!
Naturally I didn't want to be rude and wake up my ex, so I settled for just that one single finger wedged in his moist pit crack. I wasn't feeling greedy nor extremely horny, just,... well,... just content. Content and fulfilled, like a hungry baby bird who had finally being fed.
The dream went on much longer, but nothing else really happened. We didn't kiss, there was no heavy petting, nor man on man action. It was just Ben calmly sleeping while I closed my eyes and blissfully cherished having a bit of contact with an other man's armpit,... even if it was just one of my digits plugged into his tight pit crevice.
Hours later, my alarm clock rung, so I regretfully got out of bed and began to get ready for work. Funny, but that silly little dream stayed with me while I showered, while I ate my bowl of cereal, and even popped into my head several times throughout the day.
Am I tempted to have an armpit affair with another man? All the time!
Is it sad that such a simple silly dream was so sexually fulfilling? Most definitely!