I’ve always been a bit of a free spirit, and when it comes to my body hair I’ve always been a bit of a rebel.
Growing up, my mom always tried to get me to shave my armpits, but I never felt like it was necessary.
I mean, I was never going to be competing in the Olympics, so why should I bother?
But then I started dating my current boyfriend and he revealed to me that he loves the way that my armpit hair looks.
He said it was like a bush of soft, dark hair that he loved to lick and run his fingers through.
At first, I was embarrassed and felt like I should just go ahead and shave it.
But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I liked the idea of him being intimate with my body hair.
So, I stopped shaving my armpits and let them grow out. It was a bit of a journey, but eventually I had a full bush of hair in my armpits.
It felt kind of liberating and empowering to have this kind of body hair, and my boyfriend was more than happy to indulge in it.
We would spend hours just exploring each other’s bodies and he would always spend extra time in my armpits, running his tongue over the hair and making me shiver with pleasure.
But then one day, I noticed something strange happening in my armpits.
I noticed that the hair was becoming darker and thicker, to the point where it was almost like a thick carpet of fur.
I was a bit worried and tried to ask my boyfriend about it, but he just shrugged it off and said that he still loved it.
I started to become more and more self-conscious about my armpit hair, especially when we were out in public.
I was worried that people would judge me for having such an unruly bush of hair in my armpits. I started to avoid going out and becoming more and more reclusive.
Eventually, I realized that I had to do something about my armpit hair. But I was so scared of losing my boyfriend’s approval that I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I was stuck in a vicious cycle of wanting to shave but being too scared to do it because I did not want to disappoint my boyfriend.
I stayed in the bathroom all night, and eventually my boyfriend came in and found me. He told me that he loved me and that my armpit hair was beautiful
I never ended up doing it, and now I’m stuck with an unruly bush of black hair in my armpits.
Well, as long as my boyfriend loves it, its fine I guess.