writing style : ass worship, ass kissing, fondling, licking, butt sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Allen and I had several things in green which drew us into friendship former in college. We were both from belittled towns and we fell somewhere between the recording label of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the idea.

We were n't bad looking. Just skinny and socially awkward, especially when it came to young lady. If one looked our way, we looked the former. female child were like mysterious goddesses and we had no idea how to come on them.

You might imagine the liquid body substance of one of us daring the other to tattle to a pretty daughter and how the former would meet himself and say he would do just that, as if some kind of charming bravado-dust had befallen him and his life was about to change forever. Of course, it never happened.

The most adhesive material trammel of our friendly relationship was our union in something so diabolical and covert that we would not discuss it with anyone. We trusted our secret to each other while imagining just how iniquity and darkly wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those pop students who just had no idea.

Ours was a non-white mission with certain dangers should we ever be found out. We called it"The allegiance"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our secret was so licentious. What was our mystic ? We wanted to pay allegiance to female child'butts. Yes, we were that degenerate. We were ass worshipers. Can you imagine the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind girls and fondle their buttocks and osculate them and verbalize words of reverence and devotion.

The popular Guy might decree the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant dark. Only we were brave enough to engage that great decadence. We were the pioneers, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would acclaim !

And, we had an picture. We had full-sized, broad coloring posters of Jessica Biel on each of our threshold. She was the supreme goddess of The loyalty. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the bill dissolved and then we got others. We pledged cultism to her ample rear-end and we promised that someday, we would start the First fold of Biel and our people would all kneel and praise her ampleness and buss it with awe.

It seemed so wonderful. But, there was a problem : How in the hell would it ever take place if we could n't even verbalize to girls ? How would we worship any girl 's rear-end if we were scared shitless of them ?

In October, there were two days in which I could n't find Allen. Then, on the third, he showed up. He was unkempt and his heart were filled with excitement.

'' I. .. I. .. did it ! '' he exclaimed.

'' Did what ? ''

'' William Jennings Bryan, I did it. I actually did it ! ``

'' You talked to a female child ? ''

'' No. 'IT'. I did 'it'. William Jennings Bryan, I kissed a young woman 's ass ! ``

Suddenly, he was either my greatest hero or my bang-up prevaricator. He explained how he had gotten down behind a girl and how she had an amazing butt and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and kiss her buttocks. And, he had met with her twice and he thought he might be in love -- -with her ass, of course.

I asked him how it had come about and he replied, `` Bryan, you have to fall with me ! ``

'' With you ? Where ? ``

He described a guild at 7th and Atherton but when I told him I had never seen anything but the Mustang Bar on that site, he said it was in a cellar, a common soldier night club with no signs.

'' You have to derive ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, Heaven is n't a million miles away. heaven is rightfield here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to do. Keri wants to assemble you. ``

'' Keri ? ``

'' Goth-girl. ``

'' You kissed a Goth-girl 's ass ? ``

'' No, she 's does rank. She 's not a rotter. ``

'' Skunk ? What the sin. .. ? ``

'' A.J. Skunks. Name of the ball club. We 're going. Tonight ! ``

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the catamenia '' and being"open to new things ”. `` Willingness, Boy Orator of the Platte. Willingness. The unforced shall inherit the flesh, or something like that."

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking More from pinch than the cold nighttime. We went to the back of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete pace to a dark immature doorway.

Remember, William Jennings Bryan. willing. Eager. That is, if you want to be invited back. ''

He pushed a button and a feminine voice responded. Gracie Allen spoke two issue, two letters, and two more bit and the door opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard party sound, we could not see through a room access ahead of us. A narrow hallway was to our left while a rustic counterpunch top to our right had a marvelous blonde daughter writing in a ledger. She smiled but did n't bother to look up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a disgraceful French maid 's outfit with course ensnarl stockings. She was gorgeous and her leg were amazing.

Keri approached. She was about five-foot-two with orange-tinted auburn hair, a anchor ring through her lower lip, and tattoos in diverse post. Allen introduced me and although she seemed friendly, she also seemed cautious.

'' If you 're Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen 's friend, then I 'm sure as shooting we 'll be fine. If not, then you will get the fuck out of here and not come back. We have piddling tolerance for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the long hall. She was wearing a floral tike top with form-fitting khaki pants. Her butt was very round and, of grade, I could n't help but stare. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any ideas. She 's bi. Not a butt fille. '' She led us to a room that was about ten feet by ten feet and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Allen says you are an ass worshiper, Bryan. Is that dependable ? ``

I somehow said that I was and told her about kneeling daily behind Jessica Biel and how I reverently kissed Jessica Biel 's ass and spoke word of devotion to it and, well, maybe that was a wangle Jessica, but if I ever met her, then I would do it for real. You could bet on that.

'' Are you telling me that you would rather worship a girl 's ass than fuck her ? ``

I did n't know what answer she wanted. I gave a shy nod.

'' You would rather buss a young lady 's ass than fuck her ? '' she asked again. I nodded. I shrugged.

She hit buttons of her cell phone and an Asian girl appeared wearing a alike French people maid 's outfit except that her short black dress had two white stripes down the marrow. Keri spoke softly to the miss who nodded and bowed and left. After an nervous quiet, there was a tap on the room access followed by the most-stunning tool I had ever seen ! She was brunet with black eyes, a sculptured grimace, and a small oral cavity with wax lips painted quite red. Her eyelashes were extended beneath iridescent peacock blue eye shadow.

'' This is Aria '' Keri announced. `` crook and depict them all sides, Aria. ``

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to absorb our adoring eyes. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a housemaid 's dress with a bingle ashen stripes and her clothes revealed her shapely thighs at the same degree as my line of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her coffin nail ! She was wearing soft and thin Theodore Harold White two-piece scanty that hugged her very snipe ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could imagine every outline of her resplendent glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt luxuria. She continued to become and the sight of her bottom began to move out of sight.

Keri asked, `` Now, if you are like Gracie you would care to caress Aria 's ass, would n't you ? ``

My brain bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you give Boy Orator of the Platte a footling show ? Give us a ninety. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three feet from me as she began to slowly plow. Although I was young and levelheaded, I thought my warmness would discontinue. She continued to turn over until she was standing right before me. .. right hand before me ! Her fanny. .. her butt was. .. it was three base directly in front of my boldness ! Never had a missy 's butt been so closing curtain ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was nix more than a butt-pauper.

Then, she did the something that will never, ever erase from my memory.

Aria put her hands on her hips, spread her fundament as widely as her berm, and slowly, slowly began to crouch at the waist. She continued to bend and her amah 's dress rose and her pantied bottom became More and more visible as did the lustfulness within me.

She bent More until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the word `` ninety ''. Aria was bent over ninety level and her butt was practically in my face and I was practically out of my idea. It was round. It was good. It was heavenly. I was n't suitable. But then, who could be ?

'' You may fondle, William Jennings Bryan. Just the pull up stakes face. ``

I was paralyzed. Allen poked me. `` Do what you 're say ! ``

I realized then that the principle of the game trumped everything. If I did n't do what was required, I would be kicked out. Although I had always craved feeling up a lady friend 's ass, I was about to do it more from obedience than sheer tail end lust.

My script went to her lush left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my finger's breadth. My entire consistence shook. Woody Allen whispered for me to actually feel it up and break off being so damned uptight. I was n't uptight. I was just in awe of the firstly girl-ass I had ever touched. My hand cupped her ass and electric car shocks went through me and the flavor registered into the banks of my countless memories.

Before I expected, Keri stopped my smooching of Aria 's ass. I was so bright she would let me kiss it. It was right there in presence of my face, knack over and beautiful. She HAD to let me kiss it ! Even just one time ! Let my lips go where my hired hand had been.

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My headspring was effusive with nods. Aria had straightened her position, brushed her brusque wearing apparel into shoes, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you require more ? Sir Thomas More might help you to buy the farm the first test."

'' Test ? '' I managed to ask.

Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen whispered, `` Yeah Bryan. Remember. Be willing. ``

'' You want more of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."well, what you have so far is a tease. What comes next is a test. It may be leisurely for you. It may be difficult. Either way, it is essential. If you pass, you may be permitted to come here regularly and have all kinds of pretty butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you set ? ``

Since I had no idea what the test was, I did n't experience if I was quick or not. I had become so helpless in overwhelming lust for Aria 's ass that I would probably take in tried anything. I nodded but she required me to speak so I forced myself to say `` Yes ''.

'' Very well then. Aria, move over him another ninety. ``

I watched and panted and the shapely brunette turned and her butt-profile came into prospect and then. .. then, she was standing with her dorsum to me once again. I could see her ass in those thin step-in under that abruptly frilly maid 's clothes. Then, she began bending. So did my insides. Her attire rose, her ass became visible, her scanty stretched, and soon she was standing with a full bendover, right in front of my face. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just think how you could be with beautiful butts all the sentence. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are quick for the test, then move your face closer. Yes, just like that. This is the tryout you must exceed Bryan."She paused and leaned closer."Sniff her butt ! ``

What ? What the Inferno ? Ass worship was fondling and kissing but it sure as hell had never including sniffing someone 's ass !

'' Great Commoner, do it ! '' Gracie Allen added. `` Do it ! Do n't fuck up ! ``

'' Yes Great Commoner, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your champion. He 's already done it and his membership is already being processed. You want to be a member and have stack of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your olfactory organ right there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very center of Aria 's stretched panties. `` right there and then sense her ! '' When nix happened for a few second base, she commanded, `` NOW Great Commoner ! If you know what 's well for you, then sniff her butt ! NOW ! ``

Her statement was forceful and as a soul, I am not, so it was more the military capability of her voice that caused me to push my face forward and my olfactory organ into Aria 's wickedness canon and then. .. okeh I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her stern.

It was horrific ! My nerve twisted and my head yanked backward until two hands stopped me.

'' support smelling her ! '' Keri admonished while Allen agreed.

The script pushed my school principal forward and I did n't stand firm and my wind went into the seat of Aria 's panties and I sniffed her again and again. The look was revolting but I figured if I did it this time and became a member, I would n't be required to do it again. I smelled her over and over and my side wrenched. I mean, I was. .. I was sniffing a girl. .. well, you know where. You know what she does there. And I had to sense it ? I thought I would hurl but I kept doing as I was told. It was NOT ass worship, but it was also not transferable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to halt and the two work force pulled my head back. Aria straightened herself and turned to confront us. She seemed to have a bit of a satisfied smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you be intimate why it was authoritative for you to do that ? It 's because we get guys who say they are ass worshipper but all they want is to direct a couple of licks then move on to trying to lie with the fille. Nooooo, that is not an ass worshiper. We learned a long time ago that the one thing that TRUE ass believer have in common is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a true ass worshiper, we 'll find out soon enough. Those eccentric all run out of here like wimpish short puppy with their tails between their peg. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

Ass worship suddenly seemed bigger and more fix than I had ever imagined.

'' Although you did well, Bryan, you have n't passed the mental testing. ``

What ? How could I not have passed ? I had sniffed Aria 's ass just like she told me to and for as long as she told me to.

'' There 's a second part and it is as of import. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must live that you love their smell. If the smell is what separates ass worshipers from the relaxation then you must let her have intercourse that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their flavour, then you are a sticker and they have no use for you."

Allen Stewart Konigsberg nudged me again. `` Listen. It 's important. ``

'' So Great Commoner, '' Keri said, `` you will sniff Aria 's butt. You will sniff it and smell it fully and you will tell her that you are in love with that tone. Do you understand ? It does n't matter if you love it or not as long as you say words that convince her. ``

Again, Aria turned her butt to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her let out hip and the umbrageous crevice of her pantie and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was veracious. I was beginning to understand that buttsniffing was indeed part of ass adoration and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshipper and I had to look for some other erotic pursual, the vista of which made me fearful. I knew they were right. I had to put my nose in Aria 's ass and I had to not only smell it and say I loved it, but I had to somehow, someday get myself to actually love it.

My head went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my face in Aria 's round ass. I felt her laughingstock buttock against my expression cheeks. Her cheeks were gentle yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the first and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the showtime time. I had to force myself to keep my face snug against her tail end because the smell was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This time, no one was pushing my heading. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to keep my case right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the Sir Thomas More I sniffed the easier it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' diaphragm ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, face directly at her and say how much you love her olfactory property. ``

I did as she commanded even though I had to lie. I did it by substitution. What I mean is that while I was saying how much I loved the odour of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her behind cheeks. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the flavour of it cupped in my hand."Your ass smell like Shangri-la"-- - ( your derriere cheeks are angelical and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that sort of thing.

Keri was please but not fooled. Even so, she said it was okay. `` Anyone who would struggle with it that much but speak those words anyway is undecomposed enough to be considered. ``

Unlike Ethan Allen, I was required to delay for an hour and keep my nose in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how very much I loved it. When Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen picked me up later he seemed delight that I had grown in the appreciation of girl-ass and I had to agree because, for whatever reason, I had n't bothered to rid my face of her scent.

Allen gained a conditional membership in just four daylight. Mine took six. We were told that conditional rank lasted for eight weeks and at the end of that time, we needed to have achieved full membership or we would suffer all membership altogether. Of course, we wanted to know how to realise wide-cut membership and that is why Allen scheduled a day for his minute test and within hour, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional membership, we went to A.J. 's nd those pocket-size way and the Skunk fille with their grim maid 's kit with exclusive white stripe came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of course because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of girl and praised their smell. I was still faking part of that appreciation but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

Then, Keri met with Allen Stewart Konigsberg to indoctrinate him into wide-cut rank. He came home dazed and mumbling and unable to explicate why.

My appointee was the next day with incertitude about whether I could do whatever was required. I was led to a room nearer the end of the long hallway.

Keri ushered a half-dozen lady friend into the room to stand before me while I was sitting on the floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in skunk outfits except that they all bore two Caucasian stripe front and back. Keri told me I would choose the one girl who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do nineties and that is when I thought I might have fallen in sexual love.

There was a girl near the end of the line with perfectly spread hips and a perfect rear-end with canyon shadows down the center of her slim panty. Although I had struggled to bonk the aroma of lady friend'butts, I had all I could do to keep from leaping forward and burying my nozzle in that girl 's ass and smelling it fully. She was THAT gorgeous. In a way, I think that might have been the very first time that I ever truly worshiped a missy 's ass because that is the first sentence I truly wanted to sense it.

Keri had them neaten and twist to face me again. Then she asked which I preferred but I was so in awe of the perfectly-reared, honey-blond girlfriend that I could n't even speak. She looked to be about 20 with hazel eyes that quickly took me captive.

Keri saw where I was looking and reacted, `` Then shay it will be. The rest of you are dismissed. ``

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing shay 's goat, or any fille, is the most intimate and personal way of experiencing a girlfriend. She is permitting you to breathe in her most-intimate and most-private place, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is desirable of grasp which includes idolisation which equals ass worship. And, since I had learned that straight ass adoration did n't subsist without buttsniffing and speaking Word of God of honey for a girl 's most private fragrance, then it meant to adore Shay, I needed to sniffle her tush and love it. I suppose my centre were like that of a droopy and pleading puppy dog.

I was so make to smell her and when Keri had her play around and ninety herself into position, my nose went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her smell. It was honest worship ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the depths of Shay 's night and mysterious wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no sensation in the beginning but now, with this hazel-eyed girl, it made all of the gumption in the world and it was gentle to order her how much I loved her ass and her smell.

Shay was told to tread away and stand-to. When she did, our eyes locked and hers seemed as if she accepted me. I mean, maybe she wanted me to be her boyfriend. Maybe she loved my nozzle in her ass or maybe my over-wrought expressions of adoration.

Keri explained that to get a perm rank, I still had to buy the farm"the second mental test ”. She asked if I wanted more of shay and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or nothing now, Bryan. Either you pass or you fail. If you fail, you 're out of here. You want to kiss shay 's ass do n't you ? ``

My nous cranked up and down like a bobble-head.

'' Then, think, it 's now or never. Comprende'? ``

I had to have Sir Thomas More of shay. I had to kiss that daughter 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to sample more Skunk girls. I wanted to become a honest ass worshiper.

Keri advised chaise to resume her 90 position and for me to once again start sniffing because `` It will get you better prepared for the tryout ''.

After several bit, she told me to stop over but to keep my face in Shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's fount come close to my leftover ear. `` Now William Jennings Bryan, this is very exceptional and maybe not easy. But it 's requirement if you want shay 's ass and all of the joys of A.J. 's. ``

With my face still in chaise 's butt, I nodded slightly.

'' Then, you keep your face right there. No issue what, you keep your face right there. Now or never, buttface. empathize ? ``

I nodded again. I would do anyth -- --

What ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

I felt it. It could n't be ! shay had pushed her derriere back slightly and then she had. .. she had. .. chaise farted in my expression ! She had just farted, right in my faceI I struggled. Then, I stopped. It was my fortune. I had to let her. I had to take it.

'' Do it again, chaise ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's panties and spread over my grimace. This time, it lasted much longer and the heat of it warmed my skin while the idea of it wrenched my moxie.

'' Keep your face in her ass, Bryan. Now or never ! You know that ! ``

chaise looked over her pull up stakes shoulder and back at me. She had a coquettish smile and I felt her pelvic girdle motility and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my nerve ! Unlike before, I did n't struggle. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The solvent came as quickly as the query. I was looking into Shay 's center and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our eyes being mesh and her fart coming into my fount was like some form of trench, deep communication ; like some inner connection was happening between us.

With a small grinning, she farted again, right in my boldness. I received it as a very personal and private gift and not one she would give to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very core and by inhaling her farts, I was consuming some sexual role of her. I stopped all style of resistance and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled chaise 's farting and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in strange but trench base.

Keri was please and said it was better than how Allen had done and I felt proud. Odd to remember about that ; feeling proud to be a fartface.

chaise tapped the side of my face and I again looked into her oculus and she farted and I kept looking while I fully breathed her in. And so it went for quite some time.

I think Keri noticed our budding relationship because she dismissed Shay and brought in another girl who bent over and farted in my facial expression while Keri challenged me to prove that fart-smelling was n't just because of Shay. I did the in force I could but the new girl 's farting were were bass and darker and nastier. And, she was n't Shay. Even so, I did actually begin to conform because I realized that no affair who the girl was, she was giving me something very special and personal and for that rationality, I needed to love and apprise and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new girl 's breaking wind completely.

Later, Keri brought Shay back so I could fondle and kiss her fundament cheeks and she even let chaise sit on my side and fart for ten proceedings. Then, she brought in the other girl and had me do the same with her.

When I got home base, I was excited. I told Allen how I had fallen in love with shay 's ass and then her fart and how I had taken it from the second girl just the same and how Keri believed I was enough of a on-key ass believer that she was forwarding my visibility to the administrators for full membership.

Just as we received news that we would turn good fellow member, I asked Keri why facefarting was so significant to A.J. skunk 's. She reminded me about the parole"smell"and how farts were convincing grounds of genuine ass worship, at least at A.J. locoweed 's.

"It 's not an fortuity that most of the little girl here are dressed like polecat. You put your faces in their butts and they spray you with their smell. See ? Skunk young lady. '' And she explained the import of stripe. No grade insignia meant a missy was not into ass worship and was probably just a saluter or a go-fer. One streak meant the female child was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two stripes was for facefarting young lady. She said that"A.J."stood for the owner 's initials but fellow member often thought of it as"Ass Junkies"which had led to the founding of the condition"smoke freak ”.

On our night of membership elicitation, we were finally admitted into the big way which had all of the noise and euphony and strait of a party. We were put on stools in the center of what seemed to be a terpsichore floor and the moderator, a lady who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become wide mature members and had been recommended by Keri and many of the rotter lady friend and we were not sole buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

Members clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a small blond tart and a fat elderly man missed the declaration because she was farting in his face and he was snorting like a pig. Okay, that was a picayune ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the conniption yet I could already huff farts almost as good as him.

We were put on our backs on a stage and ten girls in double-stripe outfits took turns flatus in our faces while members howled and the pig held the tart by the hips.

After that night, we were instruct ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a young woman 's butt end impudence but rather. .. actually. .. putting our mouths. .. you know. ... putting our mouths right on female child'bronze gang and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our form of sexual relation and I must say, we not only learned a lot but we had ass, ass, ass, ass, ass ! It was heaven, even though, in the get-go, it had seemed like inferno. What I loved so much was that I could go to the ball club and either go to the main way and kiss and smell young lady 's asses at random or I could take a girl to a back room and adoration her ass and smell her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could have young lady sit on my facial expression or help me to grow in loving girl-farts, or deep-tongue her or, as with Shay, all of the above.

And yes, chaise and I dated. I would n't say we necessarily became boyfriend/girlfriend, but we did in the sense that I fell in love life with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her ring and when we had sex, it was with my clapper buried in her butt end while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a little thinner than nearly but he loved her ass. He had become a fart freak and that is why he wanted her to be his girlfriend. I mean, Shay could break wind like an angel but Elissa was the most fecund fart young lady I had ever met.

Sometimes we would reduplicate date and while I was fucking Shay in the ass with my knife, Elissa was stinking the property up unbearably by farting all over Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen 's face. Shay 's farts were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the residual aroma that Elissa expelled.

okeh, so I know that form of thing is n't for everyone, but it certainly is for us. There is a deep and sensual and sometimes romantic social intercourse between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any early form of intimacy that I know. Worshiping a girl 's ass is to put her on the gamey base and what girl does n't love that ?

And so, The dedication continues as does our need to sneak through the dark of dark to A.J. stinkpot 's to engage in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much More to recite. Perhaps, another metre, but soon.

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the throne of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently buss her bronze ring, but we do give birth new posters so, as for now, those will hold to do. If you happen to know her, please ingest her get in touch with us. Life is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of paper and is malt whisky taped to the back of your door .