Admit or not, we all have fetishes that we either are open about to our partners and even friends or discreet as it is deemed taboo, unacceptable, or dirty. Whatever it is, though, it is a guilty pleasure we enjoy indulging on every time we get the chance of doing it.
To better understand what a fetish is, Google offers us this definition. A fetish is a form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body, etc. In my case, I have an unusual fetish for armpits, particularly those of men. The sight of a man's hairy armpit immediately excites me, whether it is in the bedroom or in public. When in public, I cannot help but stare at bushy armpits, wishing I could bury my face and sniff its musk and lick it until it is moist and mushy.
It is always a treat to see men in trains with their arms up showing their armpits for everyone to see. I always wonder what they think when they see me ogling at their armpit hair. I may be just fortunate that in spite of my ogling, I have never been given sharp looks by these men. Some even expose their armpits more to my delight.
There is something about the musk in men's armpits, especially when it is fresh from a work out or basketball game. I like it when the musk combines with deodorants. Its scent is almost akin to poppers and is actually better than poppers as far as I am concerned.
Among the most memorable armpits I have experienced was that of a muscled young professional I met way back in college. It was a random encounter at our university's open grounds, where he was jogging late in the afternoon. He was wearing a sweatshirt, which of course was drenched with perspiration. When he was doing his stretching in one of the benches on the sidewalk, I got a glimpse of his sweaty armpits that glistened as the sun shone over it. He then caught me staring at him, well his armpit, from the next bench where he was. He then gave me a smirk to which I responded with a sly smile.
In minutes, we found ourselves in one secluded corner of a park. The timing was right as the sun was no longer in sight, and darkness begun to envelope our surroundings. And as a prelude to our sex, I raised his arm and gobbled all of his armpit hair. He let out moans and muttered words of approval and cussing in between. I loved it, it made me more passionate with my licking. I gave both of his armpits generous slithers of my tongue, slowly and with lots of noise. I could have gone on and on for hours, but of course he wanted me to do his member. The tryst lasted for about 15 minutes, unabated and unperturbed. We were lucky to be undisturbed.
I have several other armpit encounters of course, but telling these tales might be too indulgent. But I will never get tired of an armpit's sight. I will never tire licking, slurping, and rubbing my face on it every time I am given the chance. It is in fact my ultimate fantasy to have two (or even three) men lie on bed and let me service their armpits all together. I know it may be too much to ask for this website, but who knows? I might just get lucky. 
