My husband left me for another woman. I was devastated and when I saw him the other evening with another woman I was jealous as hell. I wanted to be fucked and fucked badly preferably by more than one man. I was pained at the sight of my husband with that bitch, as I had hoped he would come back but now that he was having fun I decided to have some of my own...
My thanks to Steve for providing me the main characters and events of the story. He’s a real hair lover. My job at the Stilwell Hotel at Pittsburgh was undoubtedly boring. As a limo chauffer almost always my brief was to drive to the Pittsburgh State University. The Hotel was in a bad shape and I was falling behind in my mortgage. Life was tough ever since...
I had worked for 20 years as a secretary to my boss and though I strictly wasn't the best at shorthand and typing, I could see my boss for his pleasure used my hands and mouth very often. Very early when I started working for him I was seduced by him and he had told me that he wanted me to stay hairy as he had a fetish for hirsute woman. Till then I used to...
The judges at the contest had the literally "hard" duty of finding the 7 hairiest women for the second round of the competition. The two judges were the hirsute Sean Connery and Brad Pitt. They were dressed only in their underwear showing enormous bulge probably in appreciation of the beautiful hairy women on view. The master of ceremonies announced the win...
My fetish was underarm hair. I just loved hairy women. The more the hair the more I masturbated. I was a maniac when it came to women with bushy armpits. I fantasized all day long and jerked my penis till my cock ached. I always poured out my jism into my bathroom pot dreaming about the big busy woman with her arms raised showing huge quantities of jet-black...
My firm was down in the dumps. I had just lost a major case and it was not easy for me to run my law firm and keep up the pretence of doing well and proving to everyone including my ex-wife that I was still a celebrated trial lawyer. My days in the sun were over ever since I became obsessed with my 22-year-old intern (as she then was) Ember (who incidentally...
Coming back to Italy was always emotional for me. Though I had been living in Los Angeles for more than 25 years every visit home was a sentimental journey. I always remembered my not so fortunate days as a struggling teenager caught in the web of casting couch and the entrapments of wealth and fortune. It was not easy but at least I found a way through and...
I waited for Denise to be back. I had known her for more than two years and she seemed the unlikeliest woman to have bushy underarms. She worked at the hairdressers and must have done so many bikini shaves and waxed hundreds of underarms but she herself remained hairy. John and she came in hand in hand. John was her husband and I had met him a couple of tim...
I have received several letters from readers and some of them had asked me to write about “Miss Hairy Armpits 2003”. Instead I replied to them to send entries, which would meet the criteria, which include (i) hairiness and (ii) some sex involved. Here are the ten best entries. I have edited some portions of the story. It was the hottest day of the year and...
It was tough living in the Bronx. Though I am an Afro American I have always been the butt of racial jokes. I am small built unlike others of my race and I must concede I am no Michael Jordan. In fact I am more like Michael Jackson. In fact I hardly look like the archetypical black. The only thing, which I feel ashamed off, is the unusually large size of my...