genre : ass adoration, ass petting, cuddling, licking, butt sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen and I had several things in mutual which drew us into friendship early in college. We were both from belittled towns and we fell somewhere between the recording label of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a slight `` nerdish '' and I think you get the idea.

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

You might imagine the humor of one of us daring the other to talk to a pretty girl and how the other would forgather himself and say he would do just that, as if some form of magic bravado-dust had befallen him and his living was about to change forever. Of form, it never happened.

The most adhesive bond of our friendship was our trades union in something so diabolical and covert that we would not discourse it with anyone. We trusted our secret to each early 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 glum deputation with certain peril should we ever be found out. We called it"The Allegiance"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our closed book was so licentious. What was our closed book ? We wanted to pay allegiance to girls'tush. Yes, we were that deviant. We were ass worshipper. Can you imagine the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind lady friend and fondle their buttocks and kiss them and verbalise word of honor of reverence and devotion.

The popular cat might rule the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant night. Only we were brave enough to pursue that nifty decadency. We were the groundbreaker, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would clap !

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 dedication. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the notice dissolved and then we got others. We pledged devotion to her ample rear-end and we promised that someday, we would start the low congregation of Biel and our people would all kneel and praise her ampleness and kiss it with reverence.

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

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

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

'' Did what ? ''

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

'' You talked to a lady friend ? ''

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

Suddenly, he was either my bang-up hero or my corking liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a young lady and how she had an amazing butt and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and kiss her fundament. And, he had met with her twice and he thought he might be in erotic 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 basement, a private club with no signs.

'' You have to total ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, Heaven is n't a million miles away. Eden is right here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to hail. Keri wants to run across you. ``

'' Keri ? ``

'' Goth-girl. ``

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

'' No, she 's does membership. She 's not a Mary Jane. ``

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

'' A.J. grass. public figure of the golf club. We 're going. Tonight ! ``

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

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking More from collar than the frigidness night. We went to the back of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete steps to a iniquity putting green threshold.

Remember, Bryan. volition. Eager. That is, if you want to be invited back. ''

He pushed a release and a feminine interpreter responded. Allen spoke two numbers, two letters, and two more numbers and the door opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard political party sounds, we could not see through a door ahead of us. A narrow hallway was to our left while a agrestic counter top to our right had a grandiloquent blonde girl writing in a ledger. She smiled but did n't bother to expect up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a black Daniel Chester French maid 's rig with course interlock stockings. She was gorgeous and her stage were amazing.

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

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

'' Allen says you are an ass believer, 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 idolatry to it and, well, maybe that was a sham 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 girl 's ass than fuck her ? '' she asked again. I nodded. I shrugged.

She hit buttons of her cell phone and an Asian female child appeared wearing a similar Daniel Chester French maid 's outfit except that her short black dress had two Caucasian stripes down the center. Keri spoke softly to the girl who nodded and bowed and left. After an uneasy quiet, there was a tap on the door followed by the most-stunning tool I had ever seen ! She was brunette with benighted eye, a sculptured face, and a small mouth with wide-cut lips painted quite red. Her eyelashes were extended beneath iridescent aqua eye shadow.

'' This is Aria '' Keri announced. `` Turn and register them all face, Aria. ``

As the little girl slowly turned, she seemed to absorb our adoring eyes. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maidservant 's dress with a I white stripe and her apparel revealed her shapely thighs at the same level as my railway line of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her visibility. .. her. .. her butt ! She was wearing delicate and flimsy white two-piece step-in that hugged her very round ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could opine every outline of her glorious glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt lust. She continued to turn and the visual sense of her buttocks began to move out of heap.

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

My head bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you present Bryan a niggling display ? Give us a XC. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three foot from me as she began to slowly turn. Although I was immature and levelheaded, I thought my heart would halt. She continued to turn until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her buttocks. .. her butt was. .. it was three feet directly in front of my look ! Never had a girl 's keister been so close ! 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 hands on her hips, spread her feet as encompassing as her shoulder, and slowly, slowly began to bend at the waist. She continued to bend and her maid 's dress rose and her pantied buns became to a greater extent and more visible as did the lecherousness within me.

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

'' You may fondle, Boy Orator of the Platte. Just the left English. ``

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

I realized then that the rules of the biz 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 arse lust.

My handwriting went to her lush left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my fingerbreadth. My entire body shook. Allen whispered for me to actually feel it up and stop being so damned uptight. I was n't uptight. I was just in awe of the commencement girl-ass I had ever touched. My hand cupped her ass and electric daze went through me and the tactile property registered into the banks of my infinite memories.

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

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My caput was gushy with nods. Aria had straightened her strength, brushed her short dress into home, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want more ? More might aid you to pass the number one test."

'' Test ? '' I managed to ask.

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

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

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

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

I watched and panted and the shapely brunet 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 short frilly maid 's dress. Then, she began bending. So did my inside. Her dress rose, her ass became visible, her panties stretched, and soon she was standing with a full bendover, right in front of my nerve. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just consider how you could be with beautiful stern all the meter. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are set up for the test, then locomote your face closer. Yes, just like that. This is the trial you must fall out Bryan."She paused and leaned nigher."snuff her butt ! ``

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

'' Bryan, do it ! '' Allen added. `` Do it ! Do n't fuck up ! ``

'' Yes Bryan, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your ally. 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 nose right hand there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very center of Aria 's extend panties. `` right field there and then reek her ! '' When nothing happened for a few seconds, 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 strength of her voice that caused me to drive my face forward and my nose into Aria 's wickedness canyon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her butt.

It was awful ! My face twisted and my head yanked backward until two hand stopped me.

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

The manus pushed my capitulum forward and I did n't balk and my nose went into the butt of Aria 's step-in and I sniffed her again and again. The smell was revolting but I figured if I did it this time and became a extremity, I would n't be required to do it again. I smelled her over and over and my boldness 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 on the table so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to finish and the two custody pulled my capitulum back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face us. She seemed to have a bit of a quenched smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you acknowledge why it was important for you to do that ? It 's because we get guy rope who say they are ass worshipers but all they want is to take a yoke of licks then move on to trying to fuck the girl. Nooooo, that is not an ass worshiper. We learned a farsighted prison term ago that the one matter that TRUE ass worshiper have in rough-cut is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a true ass worshipper, we 'll find out soon enough. Those types all run out of here like wimpy slight puppy with their bottom between their ramification. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

Ass worship suddenly seemed bragging and more defined than I had ever imagined.

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

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

'' There 's a secondment part and it is as important. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must have sex that you love their smell. If the olfaction is what separates ass worshipper from the residuum then you must let her make out that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their smell, then you are a toughie and they have no use for you."

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

'' So Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will sniff Aria 's butt. You will sniff it and smell it fully and you will tell her that you are in love with that 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 ass to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her widened hip and the shadow crevice of her scanty and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was right-hand. 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 look for some former erotic pursuit, the prospect of which made me fearful. I knew they were right. I had to put my nose in Aria 's ass and I had to not only sense it and say I loved it, but I had to somehow, someday get myself to actually have sex it.

My capitulum went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my fount in Aria 's one shot ass. I felt her tooshie cheeks against my grimace cheeks. Her impudence 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 low time. I had to force myself to hold open my face snug against her buttocks because the flavour was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This time, no one was pushing my oral sex. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to maintain my human face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the more I sniffed the well-heeled it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' closure ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, look 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 substitution. What I mean is that while I was saying how lots I loved the spirit of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her hind end cheeks. I told her I craved the feeling of her ass while actually remembering the tone of it cupped in my hand."Your ass smells like Shangri-la"-- - ( your butt boldness are angelical and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that kind of thing.

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

Unlike Gracie Allen, I was required to stay put for an hour and save 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 delight that I had grown in the hold of girl-ass and I had to concord because, for whatever grounds, I had n't bothered to rid my facial expression of her scent.

Woody Allen gained a conditional membership in just four days. Mine took six. We were told that conditional memberships lasted for eight week and at the end of that time, we needed to have achieved replete membership or we would lose all membership altogether. Of course, we wanted to know how to gain fully rank and that is why Allen scheduled a day for his second test and within hours, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional memberships, we went to A.J. 's nd those lowly rooms and the dirty dog girls with their Negro maid 's outfits with single white banding came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of grade 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 Gracie Allen to indoctrinate him into full rank. He came home dazed and mumbling and unable to explain why.

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

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

There was a girl near the end of the line with perfectly spread hips and a perfect rear-end with canyon darkness down the essence of her thin panty. Although I had struggled to love the smell of girls'butts, I had all I could do to save 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 time that I ever truly worshiped a girl 's ass because that is the first fourth dimension I truly wanted to smell it.

Keri had them roll out 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 young woman that I could n't even address. She looked to be about 20 with hazelnut tree center 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 chaise 's butt, or any girl, is the most intimate and personal way of experiencing a missy. She is permitting you to breathe in her most-intimate and most-private plaza, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is worthy of appreciation which includes adoration which equals ass adoration. And, since I had learned that genuine ass worship did n't survive without buttsniffing and speaking words of sexual love for a girl 's most private scent, then it meant to adore shay, I needed to sniff her butt and roll in the hay it. I suppose my eyes were like that of a droopy and pleading puppy dog.

I was so set 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 reliable worship ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the astuteness of shay 's dark and deep wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no sense in the beginning but now, with this hazel-eyed little girl, it made all of the sense in the Earth and it was easy to separate her how much I loved her ass and her smell.

Shay was told to step 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 perm membership, I still had to pass"the second test ”. She asked if I wanted more of shay and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or nothing now, Bryan. Either you pass or you fail. If you fail, you 're out of here. You want to snog Shay 's ass do n't you ? ``

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

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

I had to have more of shay. I had to buss that girl 's ass. I wanted rank and I wanted to sample Sir Thomas More shutout daughter. I wanted to become a lawful ass worshiper.

Keri advised shay to take up her ninety post and for me to once again take off sniffing because `` It will get you better prepared for the run ''.

After respective moment, she told me to stop but to keep my face in Shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's side come close to my remaining ear. `` Now Bryan, this is very special and maybe not promiscuous. But it 's necessary if you want shay 's ass and all of the joyousness of A.J. 's. ``

With my grimace still in Shay 's butt, I nodded slightly.

'' Then, you keep your face right there. No affair what, you keep your typeface 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 butt 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 destiny. I had to have her. I had to take it.

'' Do it again, Shay ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's pantie and spread over my expression. This time, it lasted much longer and the heating plant of it warmed my skin while the thought of it wrenched my guts.

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

shay looked over her remaining berm 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 answer came as quickly as the interrogation. I was looking into chaise 's middle and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our eyes being lock away and her breaking wind coming into my case was like some variety of inscrutable, thick communication ; like some intimate link was happening between us.

With a small smiling, she farted again, right in my boldness. I received it as a very personal and private talent and not one she would consecrate to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very perfume and by inhaling her wind, I was consuming some suggest part of her. I stopped all mode of impedance and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled Shay 's wind and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in strange but deep base.

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

chaise tapped the slope of my font and I again looked into her optic 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 miss who bent over and farted in my face while Keri challenged me to show that fart-smelling was n't just because of shay. I did the salutary I could but the new missy 's farts were were cryptical and darker and nastier. And, she was n't chaise. Even so, I did actually begin to adjust because I realized that no matter who the girl was, she was giving me something very special and personal and for that reason, I needed to fuck and apprize and be thankful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new little girl 's flatus completely.

Later, Keri brought chaise back so I could fondle and osculate her coffin nail brass and she even let chaise sit on my face and fart for ten minutes. Then, she brought in the other fille and had me do the Saame with her.

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

Just as we received news program that we would become wide-cut fellow member, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. Skunk 's. She reminded me about the news"smell"and how farting were convincing evidence of true ass worship, at least at A.J. bum 's.

"It 's not an chance event that most of the girls here are dressed like puke. You put your faces in their stub and they spray you with their scent. See ? polecat female child. '' And she explained the meaning of bar. No stripes meant a young lady was not into ass worship and was probably just a welcomer or a go-fer. One stripe 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 extremity often thought of it as"Ass freak"which had led to the founding of the term"Skunk Junkies ”.

On our night of membership induction, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the disturbance and music and sounds of a party. We were put on stools in the shopping centre of what seemed to be a dancing floor and the moderator, a gentlewoman who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become wax feather members and had been recommended by Keri and many of the skunk female child and we were not only buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

member clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a small blond tart and a fat old man missed the announcements because she was farting in his face and he was snorting like a pig. okeh, that was a trivial ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the setting yet I could already snort farts almost as just as him.

We were put on our backs on a stage and ten girls in double-stripe kit took turns fart in our faces while member howled and the pig held the tart by the hip joint.

After that nighttime, we were taught ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a daughter 's rear cheeks but rather. .. actually. .. putting our sassing. .. you know. ... putting our backtalk right on young lady'bronze band and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our sort of sexual relation and I must say, we not only learned a lot but we had ass, ass, ass, ass, ass ! It was heaven, even though, in the showtime, it had seemed like perdition. What I loved so much was that I could go to the club and either go to the principal room and kiss and smell girl 's asses at random or I could take a daughter to a back room and worship her ass and smell her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could make girls sit on my face or aid me to get 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 backside while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Gracie also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a short thinner than most but he loved her ass. He had become a wind freak and that is why he wanted her to be his girlfriend. I mean, shay could fart like an Angel Falls but Elissa was the most prolific wind girlfriend I had ever met.

Sometimes we would double day of the month and while I was fucking shay in the ass with my tongue, Elissa was stinking the blank space up unbearably by farting all over Allen 's facial expression. 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 rich and fleshly and sometimes wild-eyed intercourse between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any other variety of intimacy that I know. Worshiping a girl 's ass is to put her on the highest pedestal and what fille does n't lie with that ?

And so, The fealty continues as does our pauperization to sneak through the dark of night to A.J. Skunk 's to engage in our strange and effete act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much more to tell. Perhaps, another time, but soon.

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the stool of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently kiss her bronze ring, but we do have new bill sticker so, as for now, those will ingest to do. If you happen to know her, please make her get in touch with us. sprightliness is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of paper and is Scotch taped to the back of your doorway .