Armpit Fetish And Pathways of Female Pleasure
How many girls like me actually like sniffing on their armpits?
Yeah! Sniffing, and no… I am not making this up because there is a fancy word for that fetish.
Maschalagnia!
As fancy as it may sound, it doesn’t live up to its name, as it’s nothing, but sniffing armpits.
“Is that a new fragrance, or did you actually just forget to put on deodorant today?” my boyfriend disturbs me trying to tease me as he sees me sniffing my own armpits.
While, I was drowned deep into my world of fascination, engrossed in a romantic smut book, ruffling its pages.
I look up to see my boyfriend approaching towards me with a wide grin and an effortless swagger style.
“Just keeping it real, babe. Embracing my natural scent, you know?” I responded and he smiled in return. His dark hair tousled as he came close and gave me a little peck on cheek from behind.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he grins.
“Nice of you to finally show up.” I tease him back and he chuckles with his dimples appearing and getting darker with his smile.
He folded his sleeves, and I lost my heart there.
Ah! Handsome. I say to myself as I think that I may have won the world by bagging this handsome of a guy.
“Well, you know, I had to make sure I looked good enough for you.” He says, as his toned arms flashes in front of me taking me into a world of desire.
“Oh… Please, I’ve seen you in your laziest attire, and I still find you irresistible.” I compliment and there wasn’t a lie in even a single word I uttered.
“Irresistible, huh? I must be doing something right.” He says and he settles in beside me.
“Well I must say, you smell irresistibly good and if this is your natural scent, I might have to reconsider our sexual fantasies.” He teases.
“Yeah. I think so. We might need to.” I say, and our eyes lock before he diverts the topic.
“So, what are you reading? Another one of those romance novels? I just hope it’s not giving you any ideas. I can’t compete with those fictional heartthrobs.”
“And what if it is?” I replied, my lips were only a few inches apart from his ear.
“I should buckle up then.” He says with a playful smirk.
“You better! But don’t you worry, I won’t be hard on you, you’re my real-life heartthrob. Fictional characters can’t stand a chance where you are.” I compliment.
“You know… I read somewhere that armpits are the secret orgasmic zone. And today seeing you do that, takes me back to that article. You want to explore?” He asks.
Another one of the reasons to wear my heart on sleeve for this man right here. He just knows when and what I want.
“I don’t mind. Let’s do it and remind people that the key to romance is not always candle light dinners and long walks on beeches, it could be armpits as well.” I say and he chuckles, as he pushes me on the bed, and leans over me completely.
“Well, maybe you are right and it’s time to break the shackles of traditional romance and broaden everyone’s horizons. A little armpit play could spice things up.” He says and his warm breath hits my face.
“Maybe it can. But you’ll have to prove you’re up to the task.” I say.
“Challenge?” He asks.
“Challenge!”
“Challenge accepted. But don’t blame me if you become addicted to it.” He says, and I feign innocence on my face.
“I think I can handle it. I mean, it’s just an armpit, right?”
“Oh, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. Armpit play is a game of fine ones only.” He says.
And. Yes! It indeed is.
Did you know that this French novelist named Huysmans once wrote this essay called ‘Le Gousset’ targeting various scents and fragrances?
And in that… he termed women’s armpits as “spice boxes”.
Can you believe it?
At least I couldn’t when I first saw it.
And, he was not the only one to bring this to light into the literary world. Another author, Havelock Ellis called it an “embalsamed nest.”
And it gets even wilder, as in East India and Ohio, it’s a folk-tale thing.
So, the next time you feel embarrassed talking to your partner about it, just don’t. The world is crazy about it, and you can be as well.
My boyfriend ripped our clothes apart, and the next second we both were naked.
He didn’t wait long to start what we decided, as he got his nose into my armpits, sniffing it like an animal.
And it’s a compliment.
He has got into it with full determination, and while he does that I feel fingering myself.
You got the impact it creates?
He is leaning over me completely, and has paved himself the way to get into sheets. He sniffed it, and again, and I couldn’t control myself any longer, as my pussy grew moist.
It’s the fastest I could remember.
I put my thumb on my clit, and get inside with three of my other fingers, fingering my own self.
I have imagined waking up to some casual blow jobs that I may give to my boyfriend in future, but what if he gives me the armpit job every morning.
Ah! Fantasies. Screw that.
I moan, as my fingers inside the pussy do their job, and his nose in my armpit does the other.
There is a blissful feeling forming in my stomach, as he holds his head high in front of my face now. He stares at me, with passion and desire.
And then there is a mouth on my cheek.
It’s warm and a little bit scratchy from the freshly shaved beard. He swings his head towards it, and catches my mouth in a kiss before I can protest him or even ask him what he felt doing that.
His lips are soft and God, I want him to keep going now.
I. am already leaking from just the armpit sniffing, and the more will only bring intensity to our passionate night.
His kiss is everything, as if he is kissing me like he has been missing a lot out from his entire life. Our mouths open and our eyes meet with our pupils blown sending a jolt of electricity down my spine.
Even though I love this man, I feel lust taking over me right now.
His tongue is swiping over mine and I let him do what he wants to do to my body. He then goes on to take my bottom lip in his teeth, and I let out a gentle moan.
“Ah!” I moan and before that I could comprehend it, he is down there on my neck, kissing and licking the hell out of me.
He winks as I tilt my head to one side to give him way, and leaves a trail to kiss, before he goes into my armpits once again, but this time with his tongue.
Unusual but blissful!
I tried to look at him, but I failed.
All I can feel is his tongue grazing my armpits and gliding through it like butter.
He looks up and damn it was over. I am melting just by lying down here, but he goes into the second one of my armpit, as if he wants to balance it out.
His wet tongue glides on my armpit, driving my hands apart and my pussy contracts in return.
What is the connection? I have no idea, but it’s taking me into a fantasy from which I never want to come out.
There was nothing gentle about how his tongue was moving in my armpit. I can feel as if my head is exploding with bliss and pleasure. I can feel the dark curl of desire building up in me, and suddenly something hits my abdomen.
Fuck!
It’s his dick, which is erected to its maximum.
He is challenging all the norms and traditional ways, as he continues to lick my armpit.
I carefully then slide my hand inside, to grab his dick. I can feel his dick pulsating as if all the blood is rushing there, and I just want to make it the best hard-on of his life.
I glide my hand on his dick, rubbing it, causing maximum friction, almost equal to what he is creating in my armpits and move my hand on it in curricular motion.
Rhythmically and timely!
There was a low groan at the back of his throat.
It was a small, fiery noise that set every inch of my skin on fire. And it continued for a little while.
At least for the time I worshiped his cock in my hand, and he used his tongue to satisfy my desires.
He then gets up, gasping for breath, but what he did was deeper, softer and sweeter, even when my armpits wouldn’t have tasted like that, probably!
It was a moment I will remember, until I get another best one.
Little did I know, I will get it in just the next few moments.
You must be thinking that maybe it’s not all real, and maybe I am making that up.
So let’s buckle up for a little story, before me and my boyfriend gets to the climax we are aiming for here.
I might be sharing something that may raise a few eyebrows.
So, you already know how men are mostly into boobs and vaginas, but let me tell you, there is a secret fascination that some guys have that might just make you do a double take.
Yes, the armpit!
Believe it or not, it’s not just a weird quirk. There’s some science behind it. It’s as if God has sent us humans with a factory of secret love potion or something in the form of our armpits.
They’re loaded with pheromones.
And specifically, there’s one called androstadienone that’s supposed to be both mood-elevating and sexually arousing.
Who knew?
But now when you know it, picture this.
Some guys are all about burying their faces in women’s armpits and taking a big whiff.
Yup, you heard me right – a deep sniff of the armpit.
According to studies, there’s a legit biological connection between armpits and pleasure that it may bring to us.
But wait, it doesn’t end there.
Some adventurous souls go as far as licking armpits, just like my boyfriend did. So I am the perfect person to testify to it, that it feels heavenly to the female counterparts.
Now, let’s talk about preferences.
For some guys, it’s all about the warmth and those potent pheromones underneath the armpit that may kickstart their dick erection while others get all hot by armpit hair and sweat, associating it with masculinity and power.
And I have scientific data backing that all up. There was a curious bunch of researchers who decided to dive into the mysterious world of armpits and pleasure.
So, there we were, a group of 45 young women and 115 unsuspecting college people, all strangers to each other, to discover if sniffing certain scents could mess with our hormones.
And guess what?
It did mess up with hormones, keeping in mind that the timing of women’s odors collected mattered a lot.
But, the men’s testosterone and cortisol levels went on a rollercoaster ride, reaching new heights of excitement.
It was like cupid’s arrows that when it hits the right place, it’s sure to bring wonders.
Armpits have played a peek-a-boo game with most of us all their lives, tucked away in plain sight, and sometimes even left to wonder whether it’s gross or not.
But once you are into it, the word ‘gross’ won’t make any sense to you.
Your imagination can run wild and if armpits are the source of your fascination, let them be; unapologetically.
Give “Maschalagnia” a whirl on Google and you will believe every single word I have written here.
Life is full of surprises, my friend, and the armpit aficionados are out there, proudly waving their Maschalagnia flag, and soon enough I was going to be one as well.
I notice that he has sat upright and has made me do it as well. He is passing his dick between my armpit and my body, and oh boy, it takes me into a new world of wonder.
His already erected dick creates friction and a warmth course in my veins. I wrap his dick in my armpit and start to jerk it off, and it seems to get even longer and thicker with every passing moment as I do it.
And his precum starts to shoot out, and I take some of it in my right armpit and some in my left armpit, only to make him lick it later. I then go on to use his dick as a deodorant stick to spread his precum throughout my armpit. His cock is getting hardened and aching with desire.
“It feels good.” I say.
“I can say the same. You know it’s called bagpiping.” He replies, and a wide smile makes its place on my face.
“Nice. Someone has done complete research.” I comment.
“I can go above and beyond to make my girl feel all the pleasure in the world.” He replies and I giggle like a little girl who probably has gotten a new barbie.
He then goes back down, making me sit on his lap, as his face rests against my armpits, and his dick against my pussy. He then started inhaling my natural smell, while inserting the tip of his cock inside.
“Ah!” A cry escapes my lips.
But I am liking it a lot.
He started rubbing some of his fingers into my armpit and then brought it closer to my nose to give me the exact experience I was trying to take when he first entered the room. I sniff it and it shakes me awake, as he slams hard inside my pussy. It’s as if he is putting the icing on cake, by licking my armpits in between his pounding session.
He takes another long and loud sniff, and with that he rams his penis completely inside me, and burying it inside.
He then strokes inside me and damn they were wild strokes as my hips rock up and down over his thighs. It was a proper workout as if I am doing jumping jacks, but it’s creating even more sweat.
He takes a whiff again.
“Not enough” He says, and starts slamming me even harder while rubbing his thumb on my clitoris.
After a little while, he sniffs it again, and he pulls his dick out.
“Now that’s how I know you are the perfect girlfriend material.” He says as he goes on, raising my arms, and sniffing each one of them deeply.
He is taking in all of my body odor up his nose, and it’s the most unusually erotic thing a man has ever done for me. He then goes on to lick them once again as if cleaning them up.
My armpit hypnosis thing is working for sure, as he is getting hornier with every whiff.
“How did it feel?” I ask.
“I don’t know, but it sure is pungent!” He says in a mocking tone.
“I assume in a good way.” I say.
“Of course, love!” He says giving a kiss on my lips once again as I fix my hair, only to get it ruined the second later.
He gets into me once again with his thrusts becoming aggressive inside my pussy. My pussy walls close around him, but he continues to sniff and stroke in a rhythmic manner.
More synchronized than the notes of music!
And this pushed me to the edge of the pleasure. He takes a loud whiff once again, and lets all his fluids out. The blazing hot liquid hit my thighs, and I orgasmed at the exact moment. He is rubbing his wet and flimsy dick now on my armpits until they are all covered in his cum once again, ending the night of passion and fantasies in the best way possible.
“Well, who knew the underarms had a fan club?” I chime in.
“And we are now a permanent member.” He adds as he chuckles.
“Well, I have a knack for tickles, but you are so talented that I didn’t feel ticklish at all.” I say.
“Oops. That means I missed an opportunity.”
“Oh yeah. But you were at the top of your game today. A girl’s gotta get what she needs for pleasure, and you never disappoint your girl.” I compliment.
“Had to be. For you!” He says, as he lies down on the back and pulls me into his arms. I lay down on his muscular arms, the same that turned me on when he first entered, and before I got into expiring this wildest fantasy.
The dim glow of the lamp cast its shadows on me, and as I go into the deep slumber of sleep, I just want to say to my fellow girls that you should unfurl the sails of your wildest dreams. Because only that’s the way you can get into the world of pleasure without any restraint.
You can shatter the confines of an unsatisfied sexual life. Give your fantasies a chance to breathe, to take flight. Let them soar into the night, unapologetically.
And boys must ensure that their girl’s pleasure becomes a sacred feeling for them. Both the partners have to play the lead in some way or other. The world of fascination is so huge, and there are many pleasures awaiting to be explored, but it’s for those only who dare to think, listen, and act.
Every desire leaves an echo… and with that I fall asleep into his arms, resting on his armpits.
Another use case!
World is a canvas of desires and fantasies, waiting to be painted. Paint as you like.
