It’s the pits

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Maschalagnia, I’d never heard of it but its the love of someones armpits. I love learning new words but something is telling me this one won’t be sticking in my sieve like brain.

Personally I’m not that keen on armpits, I don’t dislike them per say, I just have no strong feeling towards them either way. I definitely don’t have any kind of sexual attraction to them.

However, I do just adore nuzzling into Sir’s, I love inhaling his musky scent, I feel so safe and secure when his arms are enveloping me and I’m cuddled in close and can smell him. On those nights we’re apart and I’m missing him I always sleep with his t-shirt, my face buried into the armpit, both falling asleep and waking to his delicious scent.

I also love seeing the way his nose wrinkles in disgust as I playfully lick him there and I have on occasion when I’ve woken early just tweak and stroke his underarm hair just to see if he’ll stir, but shhhh don’t tell him!

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