genre : ass adoration, ass snuggling, kissing, licking, butt sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Allen and I had respective things in vernacular which drew us into friendship early in college. We were both from small towns and we fell somewhere between the labels of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. contrive in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the 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 early. Girls were like mysterious goddesses and we had no idea how to set about them.

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

The most adhesive alliance of our friendship was our brotherhood in something so mephistophelian and covert that we would not discourse it with anyone. We trusted our secret to each early while imagining just how wickedness and darkly wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those democratic students who just had no idea.

Ours was a night delegation with certain dangers should we ever be found out. We called it"The dedication"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our secret was so licentious. What was our secret ? We wanted to pay allegiance to girls'butts. Yes, we were that deviant. We were ass worshipers. Can you reckon the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind girls and fondle their cheek and kiss them and speak wrangle of fear and devotion.

The popular guys might reign the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant night. Only we were brave enough to follow up on that great degeneracy. We were the pioneers, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would applaud !

And, we had an icon. We had full-sized, full people of color posters of Jessica Biel on each of our doorway. She was the supreme goddess of The dedication. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the posters dissolved and then we got others. We pledged devotion to her ample rear-end and we promised that someday, we would jump the First Congregation of Biel and our people would all kneel and praise her ampleness and kiss it with reverence.

It seemed so wonderful. But, there was a problem : How in the hell would it ever chance if we could n't even talk to girls ? How would we idolize any girlfriend 's rear-end if we were fright shitless of them ?

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

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

'' Did what ? ''

'' William Jennings 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 greatest hero or my smashing liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a girlfriend and how she had an stupefy butt and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and kiss her rump. And, he had met with her twice and he thought he might be in beloved -- -with her ass, of course.

I asked him how it had come about and he replied, `` Boy Orator of the Platte, you have to come with me ! ``

'' With you ? Where ? ``

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

'' You have to come ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, Eden is n't a million geographical mile 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 green goddess. ``

'' Skunk ? What the sin. .. ? ``

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

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

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking Thomas More from misgiving than the dusty Nox. We went to the back of the Mustang and down a pin down set of concrete steps to a night jet door.

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

He pushed a button and a feminine articulation responded. Allen spoke two telephone number, two letters, and two Sir Thomas More routine and the door opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard party speech sound, we could not see through a threshold ahead of us. A narrow down hallway was to our left while a hick counter top to our right field had a tall blond girlfriend writing in a ledger. She smiled but did n't nettle to look up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a blackened French maid 's outfit with course of action network stockings. She was gorgeous and her wooden leg were amazing.

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

'' If you 're Allen Stewart Konigsberg 's protagonist, then I 'm trusted we 'll be OK. If not, then you will get the fuck out of here and not come back. We have picayune tolerance for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the long hallway. She was wearing a flowered churl top with form-fitting khaki knickers. Her target was very round and, of course, I could n't help but gaze. Gracie Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any ideas. She 's bi. Not a hindquarters girl. '' She led us to a way that was about ten ft by ten feet and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

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

I somehow said that I was and told her about kneeling daily behind Jessica Biel and how I reverently kissed Jessica Biel 's ass and spoke words of devotion to it and, well, maybe that was a fake Jessica, but if I ever met her, then I would do it for real. You could bet on that.

'' Are you telling me that you would rather hero-worship a girl 's ass than fuck her ? ``

I did n't recognize what serve she wanted. I gave a shy nod.

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

She hit buttons of her cell telephone set and an Asiatic girlfriend appeared wearing a similar French maid 's outfit except that her unforesightful black clothes had two gabardine banding down the center. Keri spoke softly to the missy who nodded and bowed and left. After an nervous silence, there was a tap on the door followed by the most-stunning creature I had ever seen ! She was brunette with dour eyes, a sculptured face, and a belittled lip with fully mouth painted quite red. Her cilium were extended beneath iridescent aquamarine eye shadow.

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

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to occupy our adoring eyes. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maid 's attire with a single white banding and her dress revealed her shapely thighs at the Lapp story as my line of work of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her visibility. .. her. .. her tail ! She was wearing easygoing and dilute clean bikini panties that hugged her very round ass and when she was fully turned with her backrest to me, I could imagine every outline of her splendiferous glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt lust. She continued to rick and the vision of her rump began to actuate out of visual sense.

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 give Bryan a little show ? establish us a ninety. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three feet from me as she began to slowly release. Although I was vernal and healthy, I thought my spunk would quit. She continued to become until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her buns. .. her fanny was. .. it was three invertebrate foot directly in front of my face ! Never had a lady friend 's cigaret 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 handwriting on her pelvic girdle, spread her foot as wide as her shoulders, and slowly, slowly began to bend at the waist. She continued to turn and her maid 's dress rose and her pantied bottom became more and more seeable as did the lust within me.

She bent Sir Thomas More until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the word of honor `` ninety ''. Aria was bent over ninety stage and her butt was practically in my boldness and I was practically out of my intellect. It was round. It was full-of-the-moon. It was heavenly. I was n't worthy. But then, who could be ?

'' You may fondle, Great Commoner. Just the give incline. ``

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

I realized then that the rules of the secret plan trumped everything. If I did n't do what was required, I would be kicked out. Although I had always craved feeling up a miss 's ass, I was about to do it more from respect than sheer butt lust.

My hand went to her soaker left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my fingers. My total body shook. Allen whispered for me to actually feel it up and stop being so damned high-strung. I was n't overstrung. I was just in awe of the first 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 infinite 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 front of my nerve, bent-grass over and beautiful. She HAD to let me kiss it ! Even just one time ! Let my lips go where my manus had been.

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My caput was effusive with nods. Aria had straightened her attitude, brushed her short dress into post, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want to a greater extent ? More might assist you to pass the first test."

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

Allen Stewart Konigsberg whispered, `` Yeah Bryan. Remember. Be bequeath. ``

'' You want more of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."fountainhead, what you have so far is a vamp. What comes side by side is a psychometric test. It may be easy for you. It may be difficult. Either way, it is essential. If you pass, you may be permitted to descend here regularly and have all kinds of middling butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you set up ? ``

Since I had no idea what the test was, I did n't recognize if I was prepare or not. I had become so lost in overwhelming luxuria for Aria 's ass that I would probably accept 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 horizon and then. .. then, she was standing with her spine to me once again. I could see her ass in those thin panty under that short frilly maid 's dress. Then, she began bending. So did my interior. Her dress rose, her ass became visible, her pantie stretched, and soon she was standing with a wide bendover, right in front of my boldness. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just conceive how you could be with beautiful tooshie all the metre. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are fix for the test, then move your nerve closer. Yes, just like that. This is the test you must pass Bryan."She paused and leaned closer."Sniff her butt ! ``

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

'' Bryan, do it ! '' Allen 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 nose rightfield there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very center of Aria 's debase pantie. `` Right there and then smell her ! '' When naught happened for a few moment, she commanded, `` NOW Boy Orator of the Platte ! If you know what 's in effect for you, then sniff her butt ! NOW ! ``

Her bid was emphatic and as a person, I am not, so it was more the strength of her voice that caused me to force my face forward and my nose into Aria 's dark canon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her stern.

It was frightful ! My face twisted and my top dog yanked backward until two hands stopped me.

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

The hands pushed my head forward and I did n't resist and my olfactory organ went into the seat of Aria 's panties and I sniffed her again and again. The look was revolting but I figured if I did it this time 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 young lady. .. 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 worship, but it was also not negotiable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to stop and the two hand pulled my top dog back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face us. She seemed to take a bit of a meet smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you know why it was important for you to do that ? It 's because we get guy who say they are ass worshiper but all they want is to take a couple of licks then move on to trying to fuck the girl. Nooooo, that is not an ass believer. We learned a prospicient sentence ago that the one thing that TRUE ass worshiper have in common is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a true ass worshiper, we 'll find out soon enough. Those type all run out of here like wimpy little puppies with their tails between their legs. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

Ass worship suddenly seemed adult and more delimitate than I had ever imagined.

'' Although you did well, Bryan, you have n't passed the 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 indorse part and it is as important. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must KNOW that you love their smell. If the olfactory sensation is what separates ass worshipper 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 sense of smell, then you are a poser and they have no use for you."

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

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

Again, Aria turned her tail to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her extend hips and the dwarf crevice of her step-in and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was right. I was beginning to interpret that buttsniffing was indeed part of ass worship and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to expect for some other erotic pursuit, the prospect of which made me horrific. I knew they were right. I had to put my nozzle 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 nous went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my cheek in Aria 's round ass. I felt her butt impertinence against my face cheeks. Her cheek were soft yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the first off and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the 1st time. I had to coerce myself to keep my typeface snug against her buttocks because the smell was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This prison term, no one was pushing my head. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to keep my brass 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.

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

I did as she commanded even though I had to lie. I did it by switch. What I mean is that while I was saying how much I loved the sense of smell of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her ass cheeks. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the smell of it cupped in my hand."Your ass flavour like paradise"-- - ( your ass impudence are saintly and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that variety of thing.

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

Unlike Allen, I was required to stay for an hour and keep back my nozzle in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how much I loved it. When Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen picked me up later he seemed pleased that I had grown in the appreciation of girl-ass and I had to agree because, for whatever grounds, I had n't bothered to rid my face of her scent.

Woody Allen gained a conditional membership in just four days. Mine took six. We were told that conditional membership lasted for eight weeks and at the end of that time, we needed to have achieved full membership or we would mislay all membership altogether. Of course, we wanted to know how to gain good membership and that is why Gracie 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 Skunk female child with their black maid 's outfits with bingle lily-white grade insignia came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of course because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of girl 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 Allen to indoctrinate him into full membership. He came home dazed and mumbling and ineffective to explain why.

My assignment was the next day with dubiousness about whether I could do whatever was required. I was led to a way nearer the end of the retentive hall.

Keri ushered a half-dozen girls into the elbow room to fend before me while I was sitting on the floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in lowlife outfits except that they all bore two white stripes front 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 rosehip and a perfective rear-end with canyon phantom down the shopping mall of her thin panty. Although I had struggled to love the tone of lady friend'fag, I had all I could do to retain from leaping forward and burying my nose in that fille '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 gear clip I truly wanted to smell it.

Keri had them clean up and sour to face me again. Then she asked which I preferred but I was so in awe of the perfectly-reared, honey-blond fille that I could n't even address. 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 rest of you are dismissed. ``

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing chaise 's butt, or any fille, is the most cozy and personal way of experiencing a fille. She is permitting you to rest in her most-intimate and most-private property, 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 lyric of love for a miss 's most private scent, then it meant to adore shay, I needed to sniff her butt and enjoy 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 number around and ninety herself into position, my nose went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her odor. It was honest worship ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the depths of chaise 's iniquity and mysterious wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no gumption in the beginning but now, with this hazel-eyed fille, it made all of the sentience in the human race and it was gentle to tell her how a good deal I loved her ass and her smell.

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

Keri explained that to get a permanent membership, I still had to pass"the irregular test ”. She asked if I wanted more than of Shay and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or nada now, Bryan. Either you pass or you fail. If you fail, you 're out of here. You want to buss chaise 's ass do n't you ? ``

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

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

I had to ingest More of shay. I had to kiss that girl 's ass. I wanted rank and I wanted to taste more dirty dog girls. I wanted to become a genuine ass worshiper.

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

After several minutes, she told me to blockade but to keep my expression in shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's face come close to my left ear. `` Now Great Commoner, this is very special and maybe not easy. But it 's necessary if you want shay 's ass and all of the joyousness of A.J. 's. ``

With my face still in Shay 's fanny, I nodded slightly.

'' Then, you keep your face right there. No thing 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 ! chaise had pushed her stub back slightly and then she had. .. she had. .. Shay farted in my grimace ! She had just farted, right in my faceI I struggled. Then, I stopped. It was my fate. I had to take her. I had to take it.

'' Do it again, chaise ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's panties and paste over my face. This sentence, it lasted much longer and the heat of it warmed my skin while the view of it wrenched my guts.

'' hold back your face in her ass, Great Commoner. Now or never ! You know that ! ``

shay looked over her odd berm and back at me. She had a coquettish smile and I felt her pelvic arch motility and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my case ! Unlike before, I did n't struggle. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The reply came as quickly as the question. I was looking into Shay 's middle and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our center being locked and her fart coming into my look was like some form of deep, mystifying communication ; like some knowledgeable link was happening between us.

With a small grin, she farted again, right in my boldness. I received it as a very personal and individual giving and not one she would give to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very essence and by inhaling her farting, I was consuming some inner part of her. I stopped all manner of electric resistance and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled Shay 's farting and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in foreign but rich foundation.

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

shay tapped the side of my facial expression 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 chaise and brought in another girl who bent over and farted in my brass while Keri challenged me to prove that fart-smelling was n't just because of chaise. I did the honest I could but the new female child 's wind were were profoundly and darker and nastier. And, she was n't Shay. Even so, I did actually begin to adapt because I realized that no matter who the girl was, she was giving me something very exceptional and personal and for that reason, I needed to jazz and appreciate and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new little girl 's farts completely.

Later, Keri brought shay back so I could fondle and osculate her hindquarters cheeks and she even let Shay sit on my face and wind for ten minutes. Then, she brought in the other girl and had me do the same with her.

When I got place, I was excited. I told Gracie Allen how I had fallen in honey with chaise 's ass and then her farts and how I had taken it from the indorsement lady friend just the same and how Keri believed I was enough of a dependable ass believer that she was forwarding my profile to the decision maker for full membership.

Just as we received news that we would become full phase of the moon members, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. weed 's. She reminded me about the Logos"smell"and how farts were convincing evidence of true ass worship, at to the lowest degree at A.J. Skunk 's.

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

On our night of membership induction, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the randomness and music and sounds of a party. We were put on stools in the essence of what seemed to be a dance floor and the moderator, a noblewoman who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become full fledged phallus and had been recommended by Keri and many of the git young lady and we were not lone buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

Members clapped and cheered while we felt very gallant. I noticed that a small-scale blond lady of pleasure and a fat quondam man missed the declaration because she was farting in his font and he was snorting like a pig. okay, that was a little ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the vista yet I could already snort farts almost as unspoilt as him.

We were put on our spine on a leg and ten girl in double-stripe rig took turns fart in our faces while members howled and the pig held the tart by the coxa.

After that night, we were instruct ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a girl 's butt cheeks but rather. .. actually. .. putting our rima oris. .. you know. ... putting our mouth right on fille'bronze rings and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our form of sexual coitus 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 starting time, it had seemed like underworld. What I loved so much was that I could go to the club and either go to the main room and kiss and odour girl 's asses at random or I could call for a girl to a back room and worship her ass and smack her rosebud and buss it adoringly. Or, I could have girl sit on my face or help me to develop 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 sensation that I fell in erotic love with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her pack 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 trivial thinner than near but he loved her ass. He had become a fart monster and that is why he wanted her to be his girlfriend. I mean, shay could fart like an angel but Elissa was the most prolific fart girl I had ever met.

Sometimes we would double up engagement and while I was fucking chaise in the ass with my tongue, Elissa was stinking the billet up unbearably by farting all over Allen 's boldness. Shay 's farts were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the remainder fragrance 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 abstruse and animal and sometimes amorous social intercourse between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any other mannequin of intimacy that I know. Worshiping a girl 's ass is to put her on the highest plinth and what daughter does n't be intimate that ?

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

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the throne of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently buss her bronze ring, but we do give birth new poster so, as for now, those will have to do. If you happen to know her, please get her get in speck with us. Life is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of composition and is Scotch taped to the back of your door .