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


Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen and I had several things in mutual which drew us into friendship former in college. We were both from pocket-sized towns and we fell somewhere between the labels of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. bewilder 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 early. young lady were like inscrutable goddesses and we had no idea how to approach them.

You might ideate the wittiness of one of us daring the other to talk to a pretty girl and how the other would gain himself and say he would do just that, as if some kind of witching bravado-dust had befallen him and his life story was about to change forever. Of course, it never happened.

The most adhesive attachment of our friendship was our labor union in something so mephistophelian and covert that we would not discourse it with anyone. We trusted our mystery to each other while imagining just how evil and in darkness wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those popular students who just had no idea.

Ours was a dark 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 mystery was so licentious. What was our secret ? We wanted to pay loyalty to fille'butts. Yes, we were that deviate. We were ass worshiper. Can you imagine the peril ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind lady friend and fondle their hindquarters and kiss them and utter news of reverence and devotion.

The popular guys might predominate the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant night. Only we were brave enough to pursue that great degeneration. We were the groundbreaker, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would applaud !

And, we had an icon. We had full-sized, full coloring material posters of Jessica Biel on each of our threshold. She was the supreme goddess of The commitment. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the posters dissolved and then we got others. We pledged devotion to her ample rear-end and we promised that someday, we would get the First congregating of Biel and our hoi polloi would all kneel and praise her ampleness and kiss it with reverence.

It seemed so tremendous. But, there was a problem : How in the hell would it ever encounter if we could n't even talk to girls ? How would we revere any miss 's rear-end if we were scared shitless of them ?

In Oct, there were two days in which I could n't happen 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 ? ''

'' Great Commoner, I did it. I actually did it ! ``

'' You talked to a young woman ? ''

'' No. 'IT'. I did 'it'. Bryan, I kissed a girl 's ass ! ``

Suddenly, he was either my greatest hero or my corking liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a miss and how she had an amazing posterior and how she had willingly let him caress her ass-loveliness and kiss her tail end. 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 come with me ! ``

'' With you ? Where ? ``

He described a golf-club 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 basement, a buck private society with no signs.

'' You have to add up ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, Shangri-la is n't a million miles away. Shangri-la is right here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to derive. Keri wants to receive you. ``

'' Keri ? ``

'' Goth-girl. ``

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

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

'' Skunk ? What the hell. .. ? ``

'' A.J. grass. gens of the club. We 're going. Tonight ! ``

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the flow '' and being"out-of-doors to new things ”. `` Willingness, Bryan. Willingness. The willing shall inherit the flesh, or something like that."

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking More from apprehension than the cold Nox. We went to the back of the Mustang and down a narrow-minded set of concrete steps to a iniquity unripened doorway.

Remember, Boy Orator of the Platte. Willing. tidal bore. That is, if you want to be invited back. ''

He pushed a push and a feminine voice responded. Gracie spoke two numbers, two letter, and two more routine and the door opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard party sounds, we could not see through a door ahead of us. A constrict hallway was to our left while a rustic counter top to our right had a tall blond girl writing in a daybook. She smiled but did n't rag to take care up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a shameful French maid 's outfit with course mesh stockings. She was gorgeous and her legs were amazing.

Keri approached. She was about five-foot-two with orange-tinted auburn hair, a ring through her humble lip, and tattoos in various blank space. 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 we 'll be fine. If not, then you will get the fuck out of here and not follow back. We have piffling tolerance for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the long hallway. She was wearing a flowered provincial top with form-fitting khaki drawers. Her rump was very round and, of grade, I could n't aid but stare. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any melodic theme. She 's bi. Not a butt girl. '' She led us to a elbow 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 avowedly ? ``

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 fake Jessica, but if I ever met her, then I would do it for tangible. You could bet on that.

'' Are you telling me that you would rather idolize a female child 's ass than fuck her ? ``

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

'' You would rather kiss a girl 's ass than fuck her ? '' she asked again. I nodded. I shrugged.

She hit push button of her cellphone phone and an Asiatic female child appeared wearing a exchangeable Daniel Chester French maidservant 's outfit except that her short black dress had two white stripes down the eye. Keri spoke softly to the girl who nodded and bowed and left. After an uneasy secrecy, there was a tap on the room access followed by the most-stunning wight I had ever seen ! She was brunette with glum eye, a sculpturesque boldness, and a minuscule mouth with broad lips painted quite red. Her cilium were extended beneath iridescent aqua eye shadow.

'' This is Aria '' Keri announced. `` turning and show them all sides, Aria. ``

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to engulf our adoring eyes. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maidservant 's dress with a single Andrew Dickson White stripe and her dress revealed her shapely thighs at the like level as my line of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her stooge ! She was wearing soft and reduce white Bikini panties that hugged her very rotund ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could imagine every abstract of her brilliant glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt lust. She continued to plough and the vision of her bottom began to move out of sight.

Keri asked, `` Now, if you are like Allen you would wish to fondle Aria 's ass, would n't you ? ``

My school principal bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you gift Great Commoner a little show ? leave us a ninety. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three ft from me as she began to slowly call on. Although I was untried and tidy, I thought my essence would barricade. She continued to turn until she was standing right before me. .. right wing before me ! Her nates. .. her can was. .. it was three feet directly in battlefront of my case ! Never had a girl 's butt been so close ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was nothing to a greater extent than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her hired hand on her rose hip, spread her feet as wide as her shoulders, and slowly, slowly began to crouch at the waist. She continued to bend and her maid 's dress rose and her pantied bottom became more and more seeable as did the lust within me.

She bent more until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the word `` 90 ''. Aria was bent over ninety point and her butt was practically in my face and I was practically out of my judgment. It was round. It was full phase of the moon. It was heavenly. I was n't worthy. But then, who could be ?

'' You may fondle, Bryan. Just the left side of meat. ``

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

I realized then that the rules 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 girl 's ass, I was about to do it more from obedience than sheer butt lust.

My hand went to her lush left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my digit. My entire soundbox shook. Woody Allen whispered for me to actually feel it up and stop being so damned uptight. I was n't high-strung. I was just in awe of the first girl-ass I had ever touched. My manus cupped her ass and electric stupor went through me and the flavor registered into the banks of my unnumberable memories.

Before I expected, Keri stopped my fondling of Aria 's ass. I was so hopeful she would let me osculate it. It was right there in forepart of my look, bent over and beautiful. She HAD to let me kiss it ! Even just one fourth dimension ! Let my lips go where my hand had been.

'' Did you like that, Great Commoner ? '' Keri asked. My straits was effusive with nods. Aria had straightened her posture, brushed her short wearing apparel into place, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want more ? More might help you to pass the first test."

'' run ? '' I managed to ask.

Allen whispered, `` Yeah Bryan. Remember. Be willing. ``

'' You want more of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."fountainhead, what you have so far is a flirt. What comes adjacent is a test. It may be easy for you. It may be unmanageable. Either way, it is essential. If you pass, you may be permitted to come here regularly and have all kinds of jolly fanny. You want that do n't you ? Are you set ? ``

Since I had no theme what the test was, I did n't know if I was set up or not. I had become so lost in overwhelming lust for Aria 's ass that I would probably have tried anything. I nodded but she required me to address so I forced myself to say `` Yes ''.

'' Very well then. Aria, give him another ninety. ``

I watched and panted and the shapely brunette turned and her butt-profile came into view and then. .. then, she was standing with her vertebral column to me once again. I could see her ass in those thin panties under that unforesightful frilly maid 's dress. Then, she began bending. So did my inside. Her attire rose, her ass became visible, her panties stretched, and soon she was standing with a wide-cut bendover, right in figurehead of my face. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

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

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

'' Bryan, do it ! '' Gracie added. `` Do it ! Do n't be intimate up ! ``

'' Yes William Jennings Bryan, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your friend. He 's already done it and his membership is already being processed. You want to be a member and have lots of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your olfactory organ right hand there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very substance of Aria 's stretch out panties. `` Right there and then smell her ! '' When null happened for a few indorsement, she commanded, `` NOW Bryan ! If you know what 's well for you, then sniff her stooge ! NOW ! ``

Her bid was emphatic and as a person, I am not, so it was more the effectiveness of her voice that caused me to push my face forward and my wind into Aria 's night canyon and then. .. O.K. I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her cigarette.

It was awful ! My expression twisted and my head yanked backward until two hired man stopped me.

'' hold smelling her ! '' Keri admonished while Ethan Allen agreed.

The paw pushed my header forward and I did n't reject and my poke went into the seat of Aria 's panties and I sniffed her again and again. The smell was revolting but I figured if I did it this time and became a appendage, I would n't be required to do it again. I smelled her over and over and my face wrenched. I mean, I was. .. I was sniffing a girlfriend. .. well, you know where. You know what she does there. And I had to smell it ? I thought I would thrust but I kept doing as I was told. It was NOT ass worship, but it was also not conveyable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to stop and the two hands pulled my head back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face up us. She seemed to bear a bit of a fulfil smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you know why it was important for you to do that ? It 's because we get guys who say they are ass believer but all they want is to take a match of licks then move on to trying to bed the young woman. Nooooo, that is not an ass worshiper. We learned a farseeing meter ago that the one thing that TRUE ass worshipers have in common is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a truthful ass worshiper, we 'll find out soon enough. Those types all run out of here like wimpy petty puppies with their tails between their wooden leg. 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 test. ``

What ? How could I not make 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 important. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must KNOW that you love their odour. If the tone is what separates ass worshipers from the sleep then you must let her know that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their flavour, then you are a poser and they have no use for you."

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

'' So William Jennings Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will whiff Aria 's tail end. You will sniff it and smell it fully and you will severalize her that you are in love with that look. Do you understand ? It does n't weigh 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 widen rosehip and the overshadow crevice of her panties and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was right. I was beginning to sympathize that buttsniffing was indeed part of ass adoration and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to look for some former erotic pursuit, the chance of which made me fearful. I knew they were flop. I had to put my nose in Aria 's ass and I had to not only smell out it and say I loved it, but I had to somehow, someday get myself to actually get it on it.

My chief went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my boldness in Aria 's round ass. I felt her goat cheek against my facial expression cheeks. Her cheek were soft 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 hold on my boldness snug against her bum 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 head. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to maintain my face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the more I sniffed the easier it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' Stop ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, look directly at her and say how much you love her smell. ``

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 very much I loved the spirit of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her rear end cheeks. I told her I craved the flavour of her ass while actually remembering the flavour of it cupped in my hand."Your ass smells like heaven"-- - ( your butt cheek are angelic and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that sort of thing.

Keri was proud of but not fooled. Even so, she said it was okay. `` Anyone who would contend with it that much but speak those lyric anyway is good enough to be considered. ``

Unlike Allen, I was required to stay for an hr and keep open my nose in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how much I loved it. When Allen picked me up later he seemed please that I had grown in the hold of girl-ass and I had to concur because, for whatever reasons, I had n't bothered to rid my face of her scent.

Ethan Allen gained a conditional membership in just four days. Mine took six. We were told that conditional membership lasted for eight weeks and at the end of that time, we needed to birth achieved full rank or we would lose all membership altogether. Of course, we wanted to know how to earn entire membership and that is why Allen scheduled a day for his second test and within hr, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional memberships, we went to A.J. 's nd those humble rooms and the Skunk miss with their black maiden 's turnout with single gabardine grade insignia came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of course because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of girlfriend and praised their smell. I was still faking part of that perceptiveness but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

Then, Keri met with Gracie Allen to indoctrinate him into full membership. He came home dazed and mumbling and ineffectual to explain why.

My appointment was the following day with doubts about whether I could do whatever was required. I was led to a room nearer the end of the recollective hallway.

Keri ushered a half-dozen girls into the room to abide before me while I was sitting on the story. They were gorgeous and all dressed in stinkpot outfits except that they all bore two Theodore Harold White chevron front and back. Keri told me I would prefer the one miss who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do nineties and that is when I thought I might have fallen in love.

There was a girl near the end of the credit line with perfectly spread pelvis and a thoroughgoing rear-end with canyon shadows down the center of her slender panty. Although I had struggled to love the sense of smell of girls'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 experience been the very first sentence that I ever truly worshiped a miss 's ass because that is the first time I truly wanted to smell it.

Keri had them tidy and change state to face me again. Then she asked which I preferred but I was so in awe of the perfectly-reared, honey-blond girl that I could n't even verbalise. She looked to be about 20 with hazelnut eye 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 can, or any girl, is the most insinuate and personal way of experiencing a girl. She is permitting you to take a breather in her most-intimate and most-private property, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is worthy of appreciation which includes latria which equals ass worship. And, since I had learned that true ass worship did n't exist without buttsniffing and speaking words of making love for a girl 's most secret scent, then it meant to adore Shay, I needed to whiff her tush and love it. I suppose my optic were like that of a droopy and pleading puppy dog.

I was so gear up to smell her and when Keri had her turn around and ninety herself into view, 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 astuteness of Shay 's shadow and mystical wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no sentience in the beginning but now, with this hazel-eyed miss, it made all of the good sense in the public and it was easy to tell her how much I loved her ass and her smell.

Shay was told to abuse 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 nose in her ass or maybe my over-wrought expressions of adoration.

Keri explained that to get a permanent rank, I still had to fall out"the 2d run ”. She asked if I wanted more of shay and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or aught 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 head cranked up and down like a bobble-head.

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

I had to hold more of shay. I had to kiss that girl 's ass. I wanted rank and I wanted to taste Thomas More Skunk girls. I wanted to suit a dead on target ass worshiper.

Keri advised chaise to resume her ninety attitude and for me to once again start sniffing because `` It will get you better prepared for the trial run ''.

After several min, she told me to bar but to go on my face in chaise 's ass. I felt Keri 's aspect come close to my left ear. `` Now Bryan, this is very special and maybe not well-situated. But it 's necessary if you want chaise 's ass and all of the joyousness of A.J. 's. ``

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

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

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

What ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

I felt it. It could n't be ! chaise had pushed her tooshie back slightly and then she had. .. she had. .. Shay farted in my face ! She had just farted, right in my faceI I struggled. Then, I stopped. It was my portion. I had to have her. I had to take it.

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

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

Shay looked over her odd shoulder joint and back at me. She had a coquettish smile and I felt her pelvic arch move and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my face ! Unlike before, I did n't scramble. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The solution came as quickly as the question. I was looking into Shay 's optic and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our oculus being locked and her fart coming into my grimace was like some kind of inscrutable, deeply communication ; like some confidant connectedness was happening between us.

With a modest smile, she farted again, right in my case. I received it as a very personal and common soldier natural endowment and not one she would present to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very core and by inhaling her flatus, I was consuming some intimate part of her. I stopped all manner of resistance and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled Shay 's farts and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in strange but deep basis.

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

chaise tapped the side of my face and I again looked into her centre 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 human relationship because she dismissed chaise and brought in another girl who bent over and farted in my face while Keri challenged me to prove that fart-smelling was n't just because of chaise. I did the substantially I could but the new girl 's flatus were were deeper and darker and nastier. And, she was n't Shay. Even so, I did actually begin to conform because I realized that no matter who the girlfriend was, she was giving me something very special and personal and for that understanding, I needed to love and treasure and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new girl 's fart completely.

Later, Keri brought shay back so I could fondle and kiss her butt nerve and she even let chaise sit on my face and breaking wind for ten minutes. Then, she brought in the former girl and had me do the Lapplander with her.

When I got abode, I was excited. I told Allen how I had fallen in love life with shay 's ass and then her farts and how I had taken it from the second girl just the same and how Keri believed I was enough of a true ass worshiper that she was forwarding my profile to the decision maker for fully membership.

Just as we received news program that we would go broad members, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. grass 's. She reminded me about the word"feeling"and how farts were convincing grounds of true ass adoration, at to the lowest degree at A.J. Skunk 's.

"It 's not an accident that about of the lady friend here are dressed like smoke. You put your faces in their butts and they spray you with their scent. See ? Skunk daughter. '' And she explained the meaning of stripes. No grade insignia meant a girl was not into ass worship and was probably just a greeter or a go-fer. One stripe meant the daughter was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two chevron was for facefarting girl. She said that"A.J."stood for the owner 's initials but members often thought of it as"Ass Junkies"which had led to the creation of the term"Skunk Junkies ”.

On our night of membership generalization, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the noise and euphony and sounds of a party. We were put on feces in the center of what seemed to be a terpsichore base and the moderator, a madam who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become full mature members and had been recommended by Keri and many of the Skunk young lady and we were not only buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

appendage clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a small-scale blond lady of pleasure and a fat older man missed the promulgation because she was farting in his face and he was snorting like a pig. OK, that was a little ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the scene yet I could already snort flatus almost as good as him.

We were put on our backs on a level and ten girl in double-stripe kit took turns flatus in our faces while members howled and the pig held the whore by the rose hip.

After that Night, we were learn ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a daughter 's butt joint boldness but rather. .. actually. .. putting our mouths. .. you know. ... putting our sass right on young lady'bronze rings and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our form of intimate intercourse 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 root, it had seemed like netherworld. What I loved so much was that I could go to the club and either go to the chief room and kiss and olfactory sensation little girl 's asses at random or I could remove a girl to a hind room and worship her ass and smell her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could have daughter sit on my face or help me to grow in loving girl-farts, or deep-tongue her or, as with chaise, 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 with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her tintinnabulation and when we had sex, it was with my tongue buried in her butt while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a little thinner than most but he loved her ass. He had become a breaking wind 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 missy I had ever met.

Sometimes we would double engagement and while I was fucking Shay in the ass with my tongue, Elissa was stinking the place up unbearably by farting all over Woody Allen 's face. chaise 's farts were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the residual aromas that Elissa expelled.

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

And so, The commitment continues as does our need to pinch through the dark of Nox to A.J. Skunk 's to engage in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much more than to secern. Perhaps, another time, but soon.

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the toilet of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently kiss her bronze pack, but we do receive new posters so, as for now, those will bear to do. If you happen to fuck her, please cause her get in touch with us. liveliness is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of composition and is Scotch taped to the back of your door .