From the first time I saw it, I wanted to touch it, run my fingers through it, stroke it ever so gently. But I was too shy to ask so I just longed for it from afar.
Finally (and I really mean finally, this was well into our marriage!), I sought permission for what I’d dreamed of for so long…
“Hun, could I please touch your arm pit hair?”
He of was confused, of course, as I’m sure many of you are also, but he let me. And oh, it was glorious! Long and silky, I stroked it and stroked it.
Before he deploys, I think I’ll snip a bit off to keep for myself, so with or without him, I can indulge in running my fingers along it’s silky softness.
Now you all know my armpit hair fetish.
And you thought I was weird before....
haha =) You should definitely keep some for yourself while he's deployed! =)
ReplyDeleteI'm so grossed out but I feel like I want to know more about it! So conflicted!
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OMG--TMI. Yes, this is just wrong, dearie...But whatever turns your crank. Or his crank--or--never mind. I'm really getting in trouble here...
ReplyDeleteWow. Just wow. I think I need a glass of wine before I read this again. I may just need another glass of wine.
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