I can’t help it. Recently I’ve been seeking out armpits instead of pussy and just saying that is so embarrassing. I love the idea of a woman lifting her arms and telling me it’s okay to smell her, to taste her, to worship her underarms. I love that my girlycock can’t decide to get stiff or go limp. Touching myself as it’s constantly growing and shrinking, confused by what’s happening, I love it. It makes touching myself last so much longer. I love the shame, I love the denial, I love the sweat and the intimacy. I want a woman in my life who will squeeze my little thing between her arm and her side after a long sweaty day. Who will coax me into a humiliating climax. “That’s right my little pervert. Rub your clit on mommy’s sweaty pits. Cover yourself in my scent. Ruin yourself on me and then lick me clean. Be a good girl and lick all of mommy clean. Save my sweaty, cummy pits and tits for last baby girl. No dessert before the whole meal is finished.”