writing style : ass adoration, ass kissing, fondling, licking, tail end sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Allen and I had several things in usual which drew us into friendship early in college. We were both from small town and we fell somewhere between the recording label of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a minuscule `` nerdish '' and I think you get the approximation.

We were n't bad looking. Just skinny and socially awkward, especially when it came to young woman. If one looked our way, we looked the other. girl were like mysterious goddesses and we had no estimate how to approach them.

You might imagine the temper of one of us daring the former to talk to a reasonably little girl and how the early would gather himself and say he would do just that, as if some kind of wizard bravado-dust had befallen him and his aliveness was about to change forever. Of course, it never happened.

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

Ours was a dark delegation with certain risk should we ever be found out. We called it"The fealty"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our secret was so licentious. What was our hole-and-corner ? We wanted to pay allegiance to fille'butts. Yes, we were that deviant. We were ass worshipper. Can you imagine the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind missy and fondle their buns and snog them and speak run-in of reverence and devotion.

The popular bozo might find the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant night. Only we were brave enough to pursue that outstanding decadence. We were the pioneer, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would applaud !

And, we had an image. We had full-sized, full people of colour post-horse of Jessica Biel on each of our doors. She was the sovereign goddess of The commitment. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the post-horse dissolved and then we got others. We pledged devotion to her sizable rear-end and we promised that someday, we would take off the First Congregation of Biel and our the great unwashed would all kneel and praise her ampleness and buss it with fear.

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

In October, there were two mean solar day in which I could n't come up Allen. Then, on the 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 daughter ? ''

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

Suddenly, he was either my greatest hero or my slap-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 arse. And, he had met with her twice and he thought he might be in dearest -- -with her ass, of course.

I asked him how it had come about and he replied, `` Great Commoner, you have to derive with me ! ``

'' With you ? Where ? ``

He described a club at 7th and Atherton but when I told him I had never seen anything but the Mustang Bar on that web site, he said it was in a basement, a private cabaret with no signs.

'' You have to come ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, heaven is n't a million miles away. Heaven is right here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to come. 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. ``

'' Mary Jane ? What the hell. .. ? ``

'' A.J. green goddess. Name of the club. We 're going. Tonight ! ``

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the menstruation '' and being"open up to new things ”. `` Willingness, Bryan. Willingness. The willing shall inherit the human body, or something like that."

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking more from savvy than the cold Nox. We went to the back of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete steps to a dark dark-green doorway.

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

He pushed a button and a feminine voice responded. Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen spoke two numbers, two letter of the alphabet, 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 specialize hall was to our left while a rustic sideboard top to our right had a tall blond girlfriend writing in a ledger. She smiled but did n't vex to search up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a black French maid 's outfit with course of action meshing stockings. She was gorgeous and her legs were amazing.

Keri approached. She was about five-foot-two with orange-tinted auburn hair's-breadth, a ring through her glower lip, and tattoos in various piazza. Gracie 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 fuck out of here and not come back. We have trivial tolerance for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the long hall. She was wearing a floral peasant top with form-fitting khaki trouser. Her rear end was very round down and, of course, I could n't help but stare. Gracie whispered, `` Do n't get any idea. She 's bi. Not a fanny girl. '' She led us to a room that was about ten metrical unit by ten infantry and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen says you are an ass worshiper, William Jennings Bryan. 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 young woman 's ass than fuck her ? ``

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

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

She hit buttons of her cellular phone phone and an Asian lady friend appeared wearing a similar French people maid 's outfit except that her short black dress had two Theodore Harold White stripes down the center. Keri spoke softly to the young lady who nodded and bowed and left. After an queasy silence, there was a tap on the room access followed by the most-stunning tool I had ever seen ! She was brunette with dark eyes, a sculpted human face, and a small oral cavity with full lip painted quite red. Her cilium 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 take up our adoring optic. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maid 's frock with a ace White chevron and her frock revealed her shapely thighs at the same level as my channel of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her butt ! She was wearing soft and thin white bikini panties that hugged her very round ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could reckon every outline of her glorious glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt luxuria. She continued to become and the vision of her merchant ship began to proceed out of passel.

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

My head bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you give Bryan a picayune display ? render us a 90. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three feet from me as she began to slowly change state. Although I was young and healthy, I thought my heart would turn back. She continued to plow until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her butt. .. her coffin nail was. .. it was three feet directly in front of my face ! Never had a young lady 's behind been so near ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was nothing more than than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her hands on her coxa, spread her feet as wide as her articulatio humeri, and slowly, slowly began to bend at the shank. She continued to bow and her maid 's dress rose and her pantied tail 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 bum was practically in my face and I was practically out of my mind. It was round. It was replete. It was heavenly. I was n't worthy. But then, who could be ?

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

I was paralyzed. Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen poked me. `` Do what you 're told ! ``

I realized then that the formula 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 buns lust.

My paw went to her lush left ass buttock and I timidly squeezed it with my fingers. My entire body shook. Allen whispered for me to actually feel it up and stop being so damned overstrung. I was n't uptight. 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 flavor registered into the banks of my infinite memories.

Before I expected, Keri stopped my fondling of Aria 's ass. I was so wannabe she would let me buss it. It was right there in front of my boldness, set over and beautiful. She HAD to let me snog it ! Even just one time ! Let my back talk go where my hand had been.

'' Did you like that, Boy Orator of the Platte ? '' Keri asked. My drumhead was gushy with nods. Aria had straightened her posture, brushed her unretentive frock into situation, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want Thomas More ? More might serve you to go by the first test."

'' mental test ? '' I managed to ask.

Gracie whispered, `` Yeah William Jennings Bryan. Remember. Be willing. ``

'' You want Sir Thomas 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 easy 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 form of reasonably goat. You want that do n't you ? Are you ready ? ``

Since I had no idea what the test was, I did n't eff if I was ready or not. I had become so confounded in overwhelming luxuria for Aria 's ass that I would probably possess tried anything. I nodded but she required me to address so I forced myself to say `` Yes ''.

'' Very well then. Aria, generate 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 panty under that brusk frilly maid 's garb. Then, she began bending. So did my interior. Her garb rose, her ass became visible, her pantie stretched, and soon she was standing with a full bendover, right in front of my case. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just think how you could be with beautiful rear end all the time. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are ready for the trial, then be active your face finisher. Yes, just like that. This is the trial you must pass Bryan."She paused and leaned closer."sniff her coffin nail ! ``

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

'' Bryan, do it ! '' Allen Stewart Konigsberg added. `` Do it ! Do n't fuck 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 member and have lots of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your nuzzle right there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very center of Aria 's stretched pantie. `` Right there and then smack her ! '' When nada happened for a few mo, she commanded, `` NOW Bryan ! If you know what 's good for you, then sniff her butt ! NOW ! ``

Her command was forceful and as a person, I am not, so it was more the metier of her voice that caused me to push my typeface forward and my nose into Aria 's dark canyon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her hindquarters.

It was awe-inspiring ! My nerve twisted and my head yanked backward until two hand stopped me.

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

The hands pushed my head forward and I did n't resist and my nose went into the fundament of Aria 's panties and I sniffed her again and again. The smell was revolting but I figured if I did it this prison term and became a member, 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 female child. .. well, you know where. You know what she does there. And I had to smell it ? I thought I would hurl but I kept doing as I was told. It was NOT ass adoration, but it was also not negotiable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to bar and the two men pulled my drumhead back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face us. She seemed to have a bit of a satisfied smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you know why it was crucial for you to do that ? It 's because we get guys who say they are ass worshiper but all they want is to take a twain of licks then move on to trying to fuck the girl. Nooooo, that is not an ass worshipper. We learned a long time 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 true ass worshiper, we 'll notice out soon enough. Those type all run out of here like wimpy little puppies with their tails between their pegleg. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

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

'' Although you did well, Bryan, you have n't passed the psychometric test. ``

What ? How could I not receive 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 component part and it is as crucial. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must have it off that you love their smell. If the aroma is what separates ass worshiper from the rest then you must let her know that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their smell, then you are a poser and they have no use for you."

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

'' So Great Commoner, '' Keri said, `` you will sniff Aria 's butt. You will sniffle it and smack it fully and you will tell her that you are in honey with that smell. 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 widened pelvic arch and the shadowed 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 worship and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to look for some former erotic by-line, the prospect of which made me fearful. I knew they were right field. 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 circle ass. I felt her butt cheeks against my facial expression boldness. Her cheeks were indulgent 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 first prison term. I had to force myself to keep my face snug against her rear because the odor was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This clip, no one was pushing my head teacher. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to keep back my face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the Thomas More I sniffed the leisurely it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' stay ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, see directly at her and say how practically you love her smell. ``

I did as she commanded even though I had to lie. I did it by exchange. What I mean is that while I was saying how a great deal I loved the smell of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her goat cheeks. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the flavour of it cupped in my hand."Your ass smells like heaven"-- - ( your butt cheeks are beatific and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that kind of thing.

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

Unlike Allen, I was required to last out for an hour and keep my olfactory organ in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how very much I loved it. When Allen picked me up later he seemed pleased that I had grown in the appreciation of girl-ass and I had to concord 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 rank lasted for eight weeks and at the end of that time, we needed to have achieved full membership or we would lose all rank altogether. Of course, we wanted to know how to gain ground wax membership and that is why Allen scheduled a day for his second test and within hours, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional rank, we went to A.J. 's nd those small rooms and the puke girls with their fateful maid 's kit with single white stripes came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of path because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of missy 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 Ethan Allen to indoctrinate him into full phase of the moon membership. He came home dazed and mumbling and unable to excuse why.

My assignment was the side by side day with doubts about whether I could do whatever was required. I was led to a room nearer the end of the yearn hall.

Keri ushered a 6 girlfriend into the elbow room to stand before me while I was sitting on the floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in gage outfit except that they all bore two white stripes front and back. Keri told me I would prefer the one fille 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 occupation with perfectly spread hips and a perfect rear-end with canyon shadow down the center of her slenderize panty. Although I had struggled to sleep together the smell of female child'backside, I had all I could do to keep from leaping forward and burying my nose 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 gear time that I ever truly worshiped a girl 's ass because that is the first fourth dimension I truly wanted to sense it.

Keri had them straighten and turn to face up 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 speak. She looked to be about 20 with hazel eye that quickly took me captive.

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

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing shay 's butt, or any girl, is the most intimate and personal way of experiencing a daughter. She is permitting you to breathe in her most-intimate and most-private space, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is worthy of appreciation which includes adoration which equals ass worship. And, since I had learned that true ass worship did n't exist without buttsniffing and speaking words of love for a girl 's most private scent, then it meant to adore Shay, I needed to sniff her hindquarters and be intimate it. I suppose my eyes were like that of a droopy and pleading puppy dog.

I was so ready to smell her and when Keri had her turn 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 astuteness of shay 's dark and cryptic wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no gumption in the source but now, with this hazel-eyed girl, it made all of the sense in the human race and it was wanton to tell her how much I loved her ass and her smell.

Shay was told to step away and stand-to. When she did, our middle locked and hers seemed as if she accepted me. I mean, maybe she wanted me to be her young man. Maybe she loved my nose in her ass or maybe my over-wrought aspect of adoration.

Keri explained that to get a permanent wave membership, I still had to pass"the second trial run ”. She asked if I wanted More of Shay and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or nothing now, William Jennings 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 chief cranked up and down like a bobble-head.

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

I had to make more of chaise. I had to osculate that lady friend 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to try more Skunk girls. I wanted to become a reliable ass worshiper.

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

After several transactions, she told me to stop but to maintain my face in Shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's nerve come close to my left ear. `` Now William Jennings Bryan, this is very extra and maybe not easy. But it 's requirement if you want shay 's ass and all of the delight of A.J. 's. ``

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

'' Then, you keep your font right there. No topic what, you keep your face right there. Now or never, buttface. empathise ? ``

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

What ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

I felt it. It could n't be ! shay had pushed her fanny 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 fate. I had to deliver her. I had to take it.

'' Do it again, shay ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's step-in and spread over my font. This time, it lasted much longer and the heat of it warmed my skin while the thought of it wrenched my backbone.

'' hold back your side in her ass, Bryan. Now or never ! You know that ! ``

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

The solution came as quickly as the question. I was looking into chaise 's center and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our heart being lock and her wind coming into my aspect was like some kind of rich, trench communication ; like some sexual association was happening between us.

With a lowly grinning, she farted again, right in my face. I received it as a very personal and secret gift and not one she would afford to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very essence and by inhaling her flatus, I was consuming some informal character of her. I stopped all manner of impedance and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled chaise 's farts and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in unknown but deep basis.

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

Shay 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 girlfriend who bent over and farted in my face while Keri challenged me to essay that fart-smelling was n't just because of chaise. I did the ripe I could but the new girl 's breaking wind were were bass and darker and nastier. And, she was n't chaise. Even so, I did actually begin to accommodate because I realized that no affair who the daughter was, she was giving me something very special and personal and for that reason, I needed to make love and apprise and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new fille 's farting completely.

Later, Keri brought chaise back so I could fondle and kiss her butt cheeks and she even let Shay sit on my case and breaking wind for ten minute. Then, she brought in the other girl and had me do the same with her.

When I got home, I was excited. I told Allen how I had fallen in love with Shay 's ass and then her farts and how I had taken it from the secondment girl just the same and how Keri believed I was enough of a true ass worshiper that she was forwarding my visibility to the executive for good membership.

Just as we received news that we would become full member, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. skunk 's. She reminded me about the word"smell"and how farts were convincing evidence of true ass worship, at least at A.J. Skunk 's.

"It 's not an accident that almost of the female child here are dressed like skunks. You put your faces in their butts and they spray you with their smell. See ? skunk girls. '' And she explained the import of stripes. No stripes meant a girl was not into ass worship and was probably just a greeter or a go-fer. One stripes meant the girl was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two stripes was for facefarting girls. She said that"A.J."stood for the proprietor 's initials but members often thought of it as"Ass freak"which had led to the innovation of the term"Skunk Junkies ”.

On our night of membership installation, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the noise and music and sounds of a party. We were put on stools in the center 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 entire fledged penis and had been recommended by Keri and many of the Skunk young woman and we were not only buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

Members clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a diminished blond tart and a fat honest-to-goodness man missed the announcements because she was farting in his face and he was snorting like a pig. okey, that was a little ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the scene yet I could already snort flatus almost as well as him.

We were put on our backs on a phase and ten miss in double-stripe outfits took turns fart in our faces while penis howled and the pig held the tart by the rosehip.

After that night, we were taught ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a female child 's butt face but rather. .. actually. .. putting our backtalk. .. you know. ... putting our mouth 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 contour 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 beginning, it had seemed like hell. What I loved so much was that I could go to the club and either go to the main room and osculation and smell girl 's hind end at random or I could take a lady friend to a back way and worship her ass and sense her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could have missy sit on my face or help oneself 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 sensory faculty that I fell in honey with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her anchor ring and when we had sex, it was with my tongue buried in her butt while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a little thinner than most 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 fart like an backer but Elissa was the most prolific fart girl I had ever met.

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

O.K., 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 other form of affair that I know. Worshiping a young woman 's ass is to put her on the highest pedestal and what girl does n't love that ?

And so, The loyalty continues as does our need to sneak through the dark of night 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 to a greater extent to recite. Perhaps, another time, but soon.

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the potty of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently kiss her bronze doughnut, but we do have new posters so, as for now, those will consume to do. If you happen to cognize her, please have her get in touch with us. Life is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of paper and is score taped to the rachis of your door .