It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while– a deep one. One I tried to deny my horny little goblin mind for so long like I don’t already go to the grocery store with s big metal plug stuffed up me just for the kicks. If God makes no mistake, God must have made me a natural born buttslut for a reason.
It’s time to put my best hole forwards and lose my anal virginity. But I can’t just go out and get my backdoor thoroughly plundered just like that. Oh no. I’m a INTP. An innovator. I haven’t half-assed anything in my life and I’m not going to start now. If my ass is going to be fucked, it’s going to be the waygu beef of fuckable assholes.
So then there’s you. An individual of taste with a refined palette for tittilation, and one more horny bonk away from a concussion, I’m sure. You’re mindlessly scrolling one night and by fates chance you see my listing. “ASS FOR SALE, SLIGHTLY USED, NEVER BEEN OPENED.” Your curiosity sparked, you explore further. What you discover is more than just a sales pitch, but an opportunity to fund a project of your dreams; an anus, only ever played with by the person it’s attached to, to shape however you want.