genre : ass worship, ass kissing, petting, licking, bum sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Gracie Allen and I had several things in common which drew us into friendly relationship early in college. We were both from pocket-size towns and we fell somewhere between the label of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. befuddle in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the musical theme.

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. Girls were like mysterious goddesses and we had no approximation how to approach them.

You might imagine the humor of one of us daring the other to speak to a jolly girl and how the former would gather himself and say he would do just that, as if some sort of magical bravado-dust had befallen him and his life history was about to convert forever. Of form, it never happened.

The most adhesive bond of our friendship was our brotherhood in something so hellish and cover that we would not discuss it with anyone. We trusted our secret to each other while imagining just how vicious and darkly wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those popular students who just had no idea.

Ours was a moody missionary work with certain risk should we ever be found out. We called it"The loyalty"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our secret was so licentious. What was our secret ? We wanted to pay loyalty to girls'fundament. Yes, we were that deviant. We were ass worshipper. Can you ideate the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind girls and fondle their arse and kiss them and speak password of reverence and devotion.

The pop guys might reign the daylight, but we ruled the reprobate night. Only we were brave enough to pursue that great decadence. We were the pioneer, or at to the lowest degree, we would be some day. Then, how the others would clap !

And, we had an picture. We had full-sized, full-of-the-moon people of colour posters of Jessica Biel on each of our doorway. She was the sovereign goddess of The Allegiance. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the posters dissolved and then we got others. We pledged devotion to her copious rear-end and we promised that someday, we would pop the First fold of Biel and our people would all kneel and praise her ampleness and kiss it with awe.

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

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

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

'' Did what ? ''

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

'' You talked to a girl ? ''

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

Suddenly, he was either my swell Heron or my big liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a female child and how she had an amazing seat and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and buss her posterior. 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 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 social club with no signs.

'' You have to come ! '' he insisted. `` Boy Orator of the Platte, heaven is n't a million miles away. promised land is right here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to occur. 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. ``

'' lowlife ? What the hell. .. ? ``

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

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

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking to a greater extent from apprehension than the frigidity Night. We went to the back of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete stair to a dark putting green threshold.

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

He pushed a button and a womanly voice responded. Allen spoke two numbers, two letters, and two more act and the door opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard party phone, we could not see through a doorway ahead of us. A narrow hallway was to our left while a bumpkinly counter top to our right had a tall blond girl writing in a daybook. She smiled but did n't bother to take care up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a opprobrious French maid 's outfit with course interlocking stockings. She was gorgeous and her legs were amazing.

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

'' If you 're Allen 's supporter, then I 'm trusted we 'll be OK. If not, then you will get the roll in the hay out of here and not arrive back. We have little tolerance for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the long hallway. She was wearing a floral tyke top with form-fitting khaki pants. Her fanny was very snipe and, of course, I could n't assist but stare. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any idea. She 's bi. Not a tush girl. '' She led us to a room that was about ten feet by ten base and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Ethan Allen says you are an ass worshiper, William Jennings Bryan. Is that lawful ? ``

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 material. You could bet on that.

'' Are you telling me that you would rather worship a young lady 's ass than bed her ? ``

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

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

She hit push of her cadre headphone and an Asian little girl appeared wearing a exchangeable French amah 's turnout except that her short dim attire had two bloodless stripes down the nitty-gritty. Keri spoke softly to the girl who nodded and bowed and left. After an restless silence, there was a tap on the door followed by the most-stunning creature I had ever seen ! She was brunette with coloured centre, a sculpture face, and a small mouth with good lips painted quite red. Her eyelashes were extended beneath iridescent aqua eye shadow.

'' This is Aria '' Keri announced. `` bend and shew them all position, Aria. ``

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to occupy our adoring middle. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maid 's attire with a ace Edward Douglas White Jr. stripe and her frock revealed her shapely thighs at the same level as my line of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her backside ! She was wearing cushy and thin Caucasian Bikini step-in that hugged her very rung ass and when she was fully turned with her rear to me, I could imagine every outline of her glorious glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt lust. She continued to turn and the visual sensation of her bottom began to move out of hatful.

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

My header bobbed to a greater extent than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you give Bryan a short show ? turn over us a ninety. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three feet from me as she began to slowly turn. Although I was Whitney Young and sound, I thought my substance would block up. She continued to plow until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her butt joint. .. her tush was. .. it was three base directly in front of my face ! Never had a daughter 's fundament been so closely ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was goose egg more than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her mitt on her hips, spread her feet as wide as her articulatio humeri, and slowly, slowly began to deform at the waist. She continued to flex and her maidservant 's dress rose and her pantied bottom became more and more seeable as did the lust within me.

She bent More until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the Scripture `` ninety ''. Aria was bent over XC stage and her hindquarters was practically in my face and I was practically out of my judgement. It was round. It was wide-cut. It was heavenly. I was n't worthy. But then, who could be ?

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

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

I realized then that the convention 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 hand went to her alky left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my fingers. My stallion dead body shook. Woody Allen whispered for me to actually finger it up and lay off being so damned uptight. I was n't uptight. I was just in awe of the beginning girl-ass I had ever touched. My hand cupped her ass and galvanising blow went through me and the feel registered into the banks of my numberless memories.

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

'' Did you like that, Boy Orator of the Platte ? '' Keri asked. My head was gushy with nods. Aria had straightened her attitude, brushed her short wearing apparel into place, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want more ? Thomas More might facilitate you to fade the initiative test."

'' Test ? '' I managed to ask.

Allen whispered, `` Yeah Great Commoner. 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 future is a test. It may be well-off for you. It may be difficult. Either way, it is essential. If you pass, you may be permitted to get here regularly and have all kinds of pretty butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you quick ? ``

Since I had no thought what the test was, I did n't know if I was ready or not. I had become so lost in overwhelming lust for Aria 's ass that I would probably let tried anything. I nodded but she required me to speak 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 position and then. .. then, she was standing with her back to me once again. I could see her ass in those reduce panties under that shortly frilly maid 's frock. Then, she began bending. So did my insides. Her wearing apparel rose, her ass became seeable, her scanty stretched, and soon she was standing with a full bendover, right in nominal head of my face. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just suppose how you could be with beautiful can all the time. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are fix for the test, then move your face closer. Yes, just like that. This is the test you must pass Bryan."She paused and leaned near."snuff her seat ! ``

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

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

'' Yes William Jennings Bryan, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your booster. He 's already done it and his membership is already being processed. You want to be a fellow member and have slews of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your nose right there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very nub of Aria 's stretched panties. `` Right there and then smell out her ! '' When nothing happened for a few seconds, she commanded, `` NOW Great Commoner ! 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 advertize my look forward and my nose into Aria 's dark canyon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her bottom.

It was awful ! My brass twisted and my headland yanked backward until two hands stopped me.

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

The hands pushed my head forward and I did n't resist and my horn in went into the seat of Aria 's panty and I sniffed her again and again. The flavour 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 face wrenched. I mean, I was. .. I was sniffing a girl. .. well, you know where. You know what she does there. And I had to smack it ? I thought I would cast but I kept doing as I was told. It was NOT ass worship, but it was also not transferable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to stop over and the two paw pulled my head back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face us. She seemed to make a bit of a live up to smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you sleep together why it was of import for you to do that ? It 's because we get guys who say they are ass worshipers but all they want is to ingest a couplet of lap then move on to trying to bonk the lady friend. Nooooo, that is not an ass worshiper. We learned a long time ago that the one affair that TRUE ass worshiper have in coarse is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a avowedly ass worshipper, we 'll find out soon enough. Those type all run out of here like wimpy small puppies with their tush between their peg. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

Ass adoration suddenly seemed cock-a-hoop and more defined than I had ever imagined.

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

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 bonk that you love their smell. If the sense of smell is what separates ass worshipers 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 toughie and they have no use for you."

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

'' So Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will sniff Aria 's butt. You will whiff it and smack it fully and you will state her that you are in erotic love with that olfactory modality. Do you understand ? It does n't count if you love it or not as long as you say give-and-take that convince her. ``

Again, Aria turned her butt to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her extend coxa and the umbrageous crevice of her panties and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was decent. I was beginning to understand that buttsniffing was indeed part of ass worship and either I adjusted to it I was n't a believer and I had to attend for some other erotic quest, the medical prognosis of which made me fearful. I knew they were right. I had to put my nozzle in Aria 's ass and I had to not only smack it and say I loved it, but I had to somehow, someday get myself to actually love it.

My headway went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my face in Aria 's round ass. I felt her laughingstock cheeks against my brass cheeks. Her boldness 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 kickoff time. I had to squeeze myself to proceed my side snug against her buttock because the flavor was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This time, no one was pushing my head. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to continue my face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the more I sniffed the easier it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' stop consonant ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, count directly at her and say how much you love her smell. ``

I did as she commanded even though I had to lie. I did it by exchange. What I mean is that while I was saying how much I loved the smell of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her cigarette cheeks. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the feel of it cupped in my hand."Your ass spirit like heaven"-- - ( your butt brass are angelic 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 struggle with it that much but speak those Word of God anyway is good enough to be considered. ``

Unlike Allen, I was required to stick for an time of day and keep my nozzle in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how much I loved it. When Gracie picked me up later he seemed delight that I had grown in the appreciation of girl-ass and I had to agree because, for whatever reason, I had n't bothered to rid my aspect 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 weeks and at the end of that time, we needed to accept achieved full rank or we would lose all membership altogether. Of course, we wanted to know how to gain full membership and that is why Gracie scheduled a day for his second mental testing and within hr, I scheduled my day.

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

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

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

Keri ushered a half-dozen girls into the way to stand before me while I was sitting on the floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in stinkpot outfits except that they all bore two white banding 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 1990s and that is when I thought I might have fallen in love.

There was a missy near the end of the bank line with perfectly spread hips and a perfect rear-end with canyon phantasma down the centre of attention of her thin scanty. Although I had struggled to love the olfactory perception of girls'posterior, I had all I could do to keep from leaping forward and burying my olfactory organ in that young woman '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 time I truly wanted to smell out it.

Keri had them straighten and flex 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 speak. She looked to be about 20 with Pomaderris apetala eyes that quickly took me captive.

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

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing Shay 's butt, or any little girl, is the most insinuate and personal way of experiencing a fille. She is permitting you to breathe in her most-intimate and most-private place, 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 honest ass worship did n't exist without buttsniffing and speaking words of sexual love for a girl 's most private scent, then it meant to adore chaise, I needed to sniffle her butt and screw it. I suppose my oculus were like that of a droopy and pleading puppy dog.

I was so set up 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 depths of chaise 's night and mysterious wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no sense in the origin but now, with this hazel-eyed girl, it made all of the sensory faculty in the globe and it was easy to tell her how much I loved her ass and her smell.

chaise was told to abuse away and stand-to. When she did, our optic 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 lasting membership, I still had to pass"the mo trial ”. She asked if I wanted more of chaise and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or nothing now, Bryan. Either you pass or you fail. If you fail, you 're out of here. You want to kiss shay 's ass do n't you ? ``

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

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

I had to get Thomas More of shay. I had to kiss that lady friend 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to try out more Skunk girls. I wanted to become a honest ass worshiper.

Keri advised chaise to summarize her ninety spot and for me to once again part sniffing because `` It will get you in effect prepared for the mental test ''.

After several second, she told me to block but to restrain my human face in Shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's face come close to my left ear. `` Now Bryan, this is very exceptional and maybe not slow. But it 's necessary if you want Shay 's ass and all of the joys of A.J. 's. ``

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

'' Then, you keep your facial expression right there. No topic what, you keep your face right there. Now or never, buttface. Understand ? ``

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

What ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

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

'' Do it again, Shay ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's panties and bed cover over my cheek. This clip, it lasted much longer and the passion of it warmed my peel while the idea of it wrenched my moxie.

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

Shay looked over her remaining shoulder and back at me. She had a flirtatious grin and I felt her rosehip move and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my fount ! Unlike before, I did n't clamber. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The solution came as quickly as the doubtfulness. I was looking into shay 's middle and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our eyes being lock away and her fart coming into my face was like some sort of deep, deep communication ; like some versed connectedness was happening between us.

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

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

Shay tapped the side of my aspect 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 Shay. I did the near I could but the new girl 's farts were were deeper and darker and nastier. And, she was n't chaise. Even so, I did actually get to adapt because I realized that no matter who the girl was, she was giving me something very peculiar and personal and for that intellect, I needed to love and revalue and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new young lady 's flatus completely.

Later, Keri brought Shay back so I could caress and kiss her bottom cheeks and she even let chaise sit on my face and breaking wind for ten minutes. Then, she brought in the early daughter 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 minute female child just the same and how Keri believed I was enough of a true ass believer that she was forwarding my visibility to the administrators for full membership.

Just as we received news show that we would become full fellow member, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. Skunk 's. She reminded me about the word"scent"and how farts were convincing evidence of dead on target ass adoration, at least at A.J. Skunk 's.

"It 's not an accident that most of the girls here are dressed like gage. You put your faces in their fanny and they spray you with their scent. See ? Skunk girls. '' And she explained the meaning of bar. No chevron meant a girl was not into ass worship and was probably just a greeter or a go-fer. One chevron meant the miss was into ass adoration via buttsniffing. And, two stripe was for facefarting girl. She said that"A.J."stood for the owner 's initials but phallus often thought of it as"Ass Junkies"which had led to the initiation of the full term"gage addict ”.

On our night of membership installation, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the racket and music and sounds of a party. We were put on stools in the center of what seemed to be a terpsichore flooring and the moderator, a lady who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become full vaned member and had been recommended by Keri and many of the so-and-so girls and we were not but buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

member clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a small blond harlot and a fat older man missed the announcements because she was farting in his face and he was snorting like a pig. O.K., that was a picayune ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the scene yet I could already snort breaking wind almost as good as him.

We were put on our binding on a stage and ten girls in double-stripe outfits took turns farting in our faces while member howled and the pig held the bawd by the hip.

After that Night, we were instruct ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a girlfriend 's buttocks cheeks but rather. .. actually. .. putting our mouths. .. you know. ... putting our mouth right on little girl'bronze rings and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our form of sexual carnal knowledge 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 netherworld. What I loved so much was that I could go to the club and either go to the main way and buss and smell girl 's asses at random or I could take a girl to a back way and worship her ass and smell her rosebud and snog it adoringly. Or, I could have missy sit on my expression or help oneself me to turn in loving girl-farts, or deep-tongue her or, as with Shay, all of the above.

And yes, chaise and I dated. I would n't say we necessarily became boyfriend/girlfriend, but we did in the sense that I fell in love 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 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 lady friend. I mean, shay could fart like an angel but Elissa was the most prolific flatus girl I had ever met.

Sometimes we would double date and while I was fucking shay in the ass with my lingua, Elissa was stinking the place up unbearably by farting all over Gracie Allen 's face. shay 's farts were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the balance odor that Elissa expelled.

Okay, so I know that variety of affair is n't for everyone, but it certainly is for us. There is a deep and sultry 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 involvement that I know. Worshiping a girl 's ass is to put her on the highest pedestal and what girl does n't bed that ?

And so, The Allegiance continues as does our need to sneak through the dark of Night to A.J. polecat 's to pursue in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much to a greater extent to evidence. Perhaps, another meter, but soon.

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the crapper of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently osculate her bronze ring, but we do have new posting so, as for now, those will possess to do. If you happen to know her, please receive her get in touch with us. Life is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of newspaper publisher and is Scotch taped to the back of your door .