Lesbian Ass Candles

You know how when you prance through the forest with a candle in your ass and the candle burns down to a nub and singes your ass hairs? That’s been happening to me a lot lately. The forest lesbians keep me prancing with their tricky lesbian ways for longer than I realize and then before I know it, my ass hair is singeing. It smells. They all laugh at me. I’m just waiting to see if when they stop kissing each other, they’ll start kissing me. But they never do. They’re always just kissing each other only. I always feel like I can imagine myself in there doing it also. It seems so real, like it is about to happen. When I lean in to participate, they twist my nipples hard and push my face in with their meaty hands. It hurts. But it doesn’t hurt as bas as when one of the lesbians sneaks around behind me and slams the candle with a shovel. It puts the candle out. So that’s good. But it shoves the candle into my ass too. That’s bad. I’m getting quite the collection in there. One lesbian said I should start a Wicks ‘N Sticks store in my ass. I might. I heard it was lucrative, which is like laxative; which is what I need real bad.