You have a weakness for the aroma of a beautiful woman’s hairy armpits, don’t you, freak? you long to bury your nose in the damp pheromone-laden forests beneath my arms, to touch them, to taste them. no matter how hard you try to deny it, the mere thought melts your feeble mind. your devastating addiction is costing you…financially, sexually, emotionally, and yet, you simply can’t escape. how far would you go for just one sniff, bitch? gender neutral.