Armpits. Hairy, deep armpits. I think it may be the deltoid muscle from the back making it? This is an example of what I’m talking about. Mmmm. I think it may just be my possession of these that makes them attractive for me.
Nipples that stick through shirts. I for some reason can’t find any pictures of this, as I have no idea what to search for. But I’m always on the lookout.
The jackpot is, of all things, wifebeaters (A-shirts) where the gentleman in question has those armpits, a shock of chest hair at the top, and nipples barely hidden by the thin fabric.
Collarbones and shoulderblades and pelvises. The sharp lines of bone that really come out (on a normal, non malnourished person) every once in a while, like when they’re lying down or bending over. Mm.
Darn you! I was going to say men’s necks. I prefer clean-shaven or hairless (though I like hair everywhere else). The appreciation stems directly from a really boring 11th-grade Econ glass, when I sat directly behind Sexyneck Pyatt (not his real first name).
Oh, God, yes. On women too, for that matter. Long noses with a little hook to the bridge and flared nostrils make me go all silly. The rest of the person’s face can be completely unremarkable, but if they have a nice nose I’m besotted.
Nice wrists, too. Good solid bone with definition. When William Adamson says to Mattie in A.S. Byatt’s Morpho Eugenia, “You have–remarkable–wrists,” I knew exactly what he was on about.