musical genre : ass worship, ass petting, necking, licking, tush sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Allen and I had several things in coarse which drew us into friendship early in college. We were both from low towns and we fell somewhere between the labels of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. confuse in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the estimation.

We were n't bad looking. Just skinny and socially awkward, especially when it came to girls. If one looked our way, we looked the other. fille were like mystifying goddesses and we had no estimation how to go about them.

You might guess the humor of one of us daring the early to talk to a reasonably girl and how the other would gather himself and say he would do just that, as if some kind of magical bravado-dust had befallen him and his life was about to switch forever. Of course, it never happened.

The most adhesive hamper of our friendship was our brotherhood in something so diabolical and concealment that we would not talk over it with anyone. We trusted our mystic to each other while imagining just how malign and darkly wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those popular bookman who just had no idea.

Ours was a dark military mission with sealed peril should we ever be found out. We called it"The Allegiance"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our arcanum was so licentious. What was our mystery ? We wanted to pay allegiance to girls'behind. Yes, we were that pervert. We were ass worshipers. Can you opine the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind little girl and fondle their fundament and kiss them and speak words of reverence and devotion.

The popular cat might govern the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant nighttime. Only we were brave enough to act on that great decadence. We were the pioneers, or at to the lowest degree, we would be some day. Then, how the others would applaud !

And, we had an icon. We had full-sized, full colouring bill sticker of Jessica Biel on each of our doorway. She was the supreme goddess of The Allegiance. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the post-horse dissolved and then we got others. We pledged idolatry to her plentiful rear-end and we promised that someday, we would start the commencement Congregation of Biel and our people would all kneel and praise her ampleness and kiss it with reverence.

It seemed so tremendous. But, there was a trouble : How in the the pits would it ever happen if we could n't even talk to girls ? How would we worship any girl 's rear-end if we were scared shitless of them ?

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

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

'' Did what ? ''

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

'' You talked to a fille ? ''

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

Suddenly, he was either my with child hoagie or my majuscule liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a missy and how she had an gravel fundament and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and kiss her tooshie. 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 baseball 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 cellar, a common soldier order with no signs.

'' You have to come ! '' he insisted. `` Great Commoner, heaven is n't a million stat mi away. Heaven is right here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to come up. Keri wants to meet you. ``

'' Keri ? ``

'' Goth-girl. ``

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

'' No, she 's does memberships. She 's not a Skunk. ``

'' Skunk ? What the underworld. .. ? ``

'' A.J. grass. Name of the nine. We 're going. Tonight ! ``

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the current '' and being"give 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 dread than the coldness night. We went to the back of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete steps to a iniquity cat valium door.

Remember, Bryan. willing. tidal bore. That is, if you want to be invited back. ''

He pushed a button and a feminine articulation responded. Allen spoke two numbers, two letters, and two more numbers and the threshold opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard party sounds, we could not see through a threshold ahead of us. A narrow hall was to our left while a rustic counter top to our right had a tall blond missy writing in a book of account. She smiled but did n't vex to look up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a fateful French maid 's outfit with course enmesh stockings. She was gorgeous and her legs were amazing.

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

'' If you 're Woody Allen 's friend, then I 'm sure we 'll be fine. If not, then you will get the screwing out of here and not come back. We have piddling margin for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the long hallway. She was wearing a floral peasant top with form-fitting khaki pants. Her butt was very stave and, of row, I could n't avail but stare. Ethan Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any ideas. She 's bi. Not a cigarette girl. '' She led us to a room that was about ten invertebrate foot by ten feet and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Allen says you are an ass worshiper, Great Commoner. Is that true ? ``

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 words of devotion to it and, well, maybe that was a fake 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 kiss a fille 's ass than have a go at it her ? '' she asked again. I nodded. I shrugged.

She hit buttons of her prison cell headphone and an Asian girl appeared wearing a similar Gallic housemaid 's rig except that her shortsighted bleak dress had two white stripes down the center. Keri spoke softly to the girl who nodded and bowed and left. After an uneasy silence, there was a tap on the door followed by the most-stunning creature I had ever seen ! She was brunet with sullen eyes, a sculpturesque side, and a small mouth with full lips painted quite red. Her eyelashes were extended beneath iridescent aqua eye shadow.

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

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to imbibe our adoring eye. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maid 's wearing apparel with a single white stripe and her apparel revealed her shapely thighs at the same level as my job of hatful. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her butt ! She was wearing easygoing and thin white bikini pantie that hugged her very rotund ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could imagine every outline of her glorious glutious. I was in awe and filled with buns lust. She continued to release and the vision of her bottom began to move out of mass.

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

My head bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you open Bryan a little 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 reverse. Although I was Lester Willis Young and healthy, I thought my heart would stop. She continued to work until she was standing right before me. .. rightfield before me ! Her cigarette. .. her butt was. .. it was three feet directly in front of my face ! Never had a girl 's butt been so closelipped ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was nothing more than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her handwriting on her hips, spread her infantry as panoptic as her shoulders, and slowly, slowly began to bend at the waist. She continued to flex and her maiden 's dress rose and her pantied prat became More and more visible as did the lust within me.

She bent more until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the word `` ninety ''. Aria was bent over XC degrees and her butt was practically in my case and I was practically out of my creative thinker. It was round. It was wide-cut. It was heavenly. I was n't desirable. But then, who could be ?

'' You may fondle, Great Commoner. Just the depart side. ``

I was paralyzed. Woody 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 young woman 's ass, I was about to do it more from obedience than sheer butt lust.

My hired man went to her lush left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my digit. My full organic structure shook. Allen whispered for me to actually find it up and stop being so damned uptight. I was n't highly strung. I was just in awe of the first girl-ass I had ever touched. My hand cupped her ass and electric shocks went through me and the feeling registered into the coin bank of my infinite memories.

Before I expected, Keri stopped my necking of Aria 's ass. I was so hopeful she would let me osculate it. It was right there in figurehead of my brass, bent over and beautiful. She HAD to let me kiss it ! Even just one clock time ! Let my backtalk go where my hand had been.

'' Did you like that, William Jennings Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My head was burbling with nods. Aria had straightened her posture, brushed her unretentive dress into place, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want more ? to a greater extent might help you to pass the first test."

'' trial ? '' I managed to ask.

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

'' You want more of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."Well, what you have so far is a vamper. What comes next is a test. It may be tardily 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 sort of pretty butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you set up ? ``

Since I had no idea what the run was, I did n't recognize if I was make or not. I had become so turn a loss in overwhelming luxuria for Aria 's ass that I would probably have tried anything. I nodded but she required me to verbalise 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 back to me once again. I could see her ass in those thin panties under that light frilly maid 's apparel. Then, she began bending. So did my insides. Her dress rose, her ass became visible, her panty 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 clock time. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are ready for the mental testing, then proceed your aspect closer. Yes, just like that. This is the test you must overhaul Bryan."She paused and leaned closer."Sniff her can ! ``

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

'' Bryan, do it ! '' Woody Allen added. `` Do it ! Do n't have it off up ! ``

'' Yes Bryan, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your friend. He 's already done it and his membership is already being processed. You want to be a penis and have lots of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your horn in right there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very shopping mall of Aria 's elongate panty. `` right there and then sense her ! '' When zilch happened for a few seconds, she commanded, `` NOW Bryan ! If you know what 's effective for you, then sniff her butt ! NOW ! ``

Her command was emphatic and as a person, I am not, so it was more the lastingness of her voice that caused me to push my face forward and my horn in into Aria 's dark canyon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her butt.

It was awful ! My human face twisted and my foreland yanked backward until two paw stopped me.

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

The bridge player pushed my head forward and I did n't resist and my nose went into the fundament of Aria 's step-in and I sniffed her again and again. The odour was revolting but I figured if I did it this clock time and became a appendage, I would n't be required to do it again. I smelled her over and over and my aspect wrenched. I mean, I was. .. I was sniffing a girl. .. well, you know where. You know what she does there. And I had to smell out it ? I thought I would hurl but I kept doing as I was told. It was NOT ass worship, but it was also not negotiable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to blockade and the two handwriting pulled my head back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face us. She seemed to ingest a bit of a satisfied smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you bed why it was significant for you to do that ? It 's because we get bozo who say they are ass worshiper but all they want is to take a span of licks then move on to trying to fuck the fille. Nooooo, that is not an ass believer. We learned a long time ago that the one affair that TRUE ass worshiper have in rough-cut is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a dead on target ass worshiper, we 'll happen out soon enough. Those type all run out of here like wimpy footling puppies with their empennage between their legs. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

Ass worship suddenly seemed vainglorious and more delimit than I had ever imagined.

'' Although you did well, Boy Orator of the Platte, you have n't passed the test. ``

What ? How could I not hold 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 constituent and it is as significant. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must roll in the hay that you love their odour. If the smell is what separates ass worshiper from the rest then you must let her roll in the hay that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their olfactory sensation, then you are a poser and they have no use for you."

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

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

Again, Aria turned her butt to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her broaden hips and the shadowed crevice of her panties and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was mighty. I was beginning to understand that buttsniffing was indeed part of ass worship and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to depend for some other erotic sideline, the prospect of which made me cowardly. I knew they were the right way. 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 human face in Aria 's round ass. I felt her butt cheeks against my face cheeks. Her brass were soft yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the world-class and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the first time. I had to force myself to restrain my face snug against her buttock 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 brain. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to retain 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.

'' closure ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, look directly at her and say how a good deal you love her olfaction. ``

I did as she commanded even though I had to lie. I did it by transposition. What I mean is that while I was saying how often I loved the sense of smell of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her butt impudence. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the feel of it cupped in my hand."Your ass smells like heaven"-- - ( your butt brass are angelic and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that sort of thing.

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

Unlike Woody Allen, I was required to outride for an hour and keep back my olfactory organ in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how much I loved it. When Allen picked me up later he seemed proud of that I had grown in the appreciation of girl-ass and I had to agree because, for whatever reasons, I had n't bothered to rid my face of her scent.

Allen Stewart Konigsberg gained a conditional membership in just four days. Mine took six. We were told that conditional memberships lasted for eight hebdomad and at the end of that time, we needed to take achieved full phase of the moon membership or we would recede all membership altogether. Of course, we wanted to recognise how to make headway full membership and that is why Woody Allen scheduled a day for his second psychometric test and within hours, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional rank, we went to A.J. 's nd those small rooms and the Skunk girls with their black maid 's rig with single white bar came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of course because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of girls and praised their spirit. I was still faking part of that admiration but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

Then, Keri met with Allen to indoctrinate him into broad membership. He came home dazed and mumbling and unable to explicate why.

My appointment was the side by side day with doubtfulness about whether I could do whatever was required. I was led to a elbow room nearer the end of the retentive hallway.

Keri ushered a half-dozen young woman into the way to bear before me while I was sitting on the base. They were gorgeous and all dressed in skunk outfits except that they all bore two tweed stripes front and back. Keri told me I would pick out the one girl who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do ninety and that is when I thought I might have fallen in love.

There was a female child near the end of the stemma with perfectly spread hips and a everlasting rear-end with canon darkness down the center of her dilute panties. Although I had struggled to enjoy the scent of female child'butts, I had all I could do to keep from leaping forward and burying my nose in that little girl 's ass and smelling it fully. She was THAT gorgeous. In a way, I think that might sustain been the very first sentence that I ever truly worshiped a girlfriend 's ass because that is the first time I truly wanted to smell it.

Keri had them straighten and turn 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 address. She looked to be about 20 with hazel heart 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 tail, or any girl, is the most intimate and personal way of experiencing a girl. She is permitting you to breathe in her most-intimate and most-private spot, 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 on-key ass worship did n't be without buttsniffing and speaking words of love for a girl 's most private perfume, then it meant to adore Shay, I needed to sniffle her butt and love it. I suppose my eyes were like that of a droopy and pleading pup dog.

I was so ready to smell her and when Keri had her round around and ninety herself into office, my nose went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her olfactory property. It was honest adoration ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the deepness of Shay 's darkness and mysterious wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no sense in the beginning but now, with this hazel-eyed fille, it made all of the sense in the world and it was easy to tell her how a good deal I loved her ass and her smell.

Shay was told to step away and stand-to. When she did, our center 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 membership, I still had to eliminate"the second base test ”. She asked if I wanted More of chaise and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or nothing now, Great Commoner. Either you pass or you fail. If you fail, you 're out of here. You want to snog 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 throw more of shay. I had to kiss that missy 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to sample more stinkpot girls. I wanted to turn a admittedly ass worshiper.

Keri advised Shay to restart her 90 position and for me to once again take up sniffing because `` It will get you bettor prepared for the mental testing ''.

After several minutes, she told me to break off but to observe my face in chaise 's ass. I felt Keri 's fount come close to my left ear. `` Now Great Commoner, this is very peculiar and maybe not easy. But it 's necessary if you want shay 's ass and all of the delight of A.J. 's. ``

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

'' Then, you keep your typeface right there. No thing what, you keep your face right there. Now or never, buttface. realise ? ``

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

What ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

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

'' Do it again, shay ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's panty and cattle farm over my font. This clip, it lasted much longer and the warmth of it warmed my skin while the thinking of it wrenched my catgut.

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

Shay looked over her allow for shoulder and back at me. She had a coquettish grin and I felt her hips motility and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my case ! Unlike before, I did n't struggle. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The answer came as quickly as the question. I was looking into Shay 's eyes and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our oculus being locked and her farting coming into my nerve was like some kind of recondite, trench communicating ; like some knowledgeable link was happening between us.

With a small smile, she farted again, right in my facial expression. I received it as a very personal and individual gift and not one she would give to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very sum and by inhaling her farts, I was consuming some familiar part of her. I stopped all manner of resistivity and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled shay 's farting and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in foreign but deep basis.

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

chaise tapped the side of my face and I again looked into her eyes 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 face while Keri challenged me to prove that fart-smelling was n't just because of chaise. I did the serious I could but the new little girl 's farts were were deep and darker and nastier. And, she was n't Shay. Even so, I did actually lead off to adapt because I realized that no matter who the girl was, she was giving me something very exceptional and personal and for that grounds, I needed to fuck and value and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new fille 's wind completely.

Later, Keri brought Shay back so I could fondle and kiss her tail impertinence and she even let Shay sit on my font and wind for ten minutes. Then, she brought in the other miss and had me do the Saame with her.

When I got plate, I was excited. I told Allen how I had fallen in sexual love with Shay 's ass and then her breaking wind and how I had taken it from the indorsement missy just the Saami and how Keri believed I was enough of a true ass worshiper that she was forwarding my profile to the administrators for full moon membership.

Just as we received news program that we would become total members, I asked Keri why facefarting was so authoritative to A.J. rat 's. She reminded me about the word"smell"and how flatus were convincing evidence of true ass worship, at least at A.J. dope 's.

"It 's not an accident that most of the daughter here are dressed like skunks. You put your faces in their tail and they spray you with their scent. See ? Skunk girls. '' And she explained the meaning of stripes. No stripes meant a girl was not into ass worship and was probably just a welcomer or a go-fer. One stripe meant the young lady was into ass adoration via buttsniffing. And, two stripes was for facefarting female child. She said that"A.J."stood for the owner 's initials but member often thought of it as"Ass Junkies"which had led to the creation of the term"rat nut ”.

On our nighttime of rank induction, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the noise and euphony and auditory sensation of a political party. We were put on stools in the meat of what seemed to be a dance floor and the moderator, a lady who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become full fledged fellow member and had been recommended by Keri and many of the wood pussy girls and we were not only buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

Members clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a small blond bawd and a fat aged man missed the announcement because she was farting in his face and he was snorting like a pig. okeh, that was a picayune ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the aspect yet I could already snort farts almost as good as him.

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

After that nighttime, we were instruct ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a girlfriend 's stern cheeks but rather. .. actually. .. putting our mouths. .. you know. ... putting our mouths right on girls'bronze rings and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our form of sexual 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 beginning, it had seemed like nether region. What I loved so much was that I could go to the nine and either go to the main room and kiss and smell little girl 's ass at random or I could take a girl to a dorsum elbow room and adoration her ass and smell her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could have girls sit on my face or help me to grow in loving girl-farts, or deep-tongue her or, as with shay, all of the above.

And yes, Shay 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 ring and when we had sex, it was with my tongue buried in her butt while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Allen Stewart Konigsberg also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a slight thinner than most but he loved her ass. He had become a breaking wind monstrosity and that is why he wanted her to be his girlfriend. I mean, chaise could fart like an holy man but Elissa was the most prolific fart girl I had ever met.

Sometimes we would replicate date and while I was fucking Shay in the ass with my natural language, Elissa was stinking the property up unbearably by farting all over Allen 's cheek. shay '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 quixotic carnal knowledge between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any other form of intimacy that I know. Worshiping a girl 's ass is to put her on the highest pedestal and what missy does n't love that ?

And so, The Allegiance continues as does our need to sneak through the shadow of nighttime to A.J. so-and-so 's to engage in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much more to tell. Perhaps, another clock time, but soon.

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the can of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently kiss her bronze ring, but we do have new notice so, as for now, those will accept to do. If you happen to know her, please have her get in touching with us. Life is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of paper and is Scotch whisky taped to the backbone of your door .