I started out the day the same way I always did, with a lazy morning spent at my friend's house. He was out running errands, leaving me alone to relax in his spacious living room. I lay down on one of the comfortable mattresses, feeling the soft fabric against my bare skin. The weather outside was nice, so I decided to wear something a bit more revealing than usual - a sexy set of white lace lingerie that showed off my perfect curves.
As I lay there, basking in the warm sunlight filtering through the curtains, my eyes were drawn to a set of books on one of the bookshelves. They looked interesting enough to pass the time while I waited for my friend to return. I walked over to them, swaying my hips slightly so the lingerie would flash every now and then.
One book in particular caught my eye - it was entitled "The Art of Manipulation". Intrigued, I picked it up and started reading through it in various seductive positions. The book was...not what I expected. Instead of teaching insightful techniques, it seemed to focus on how to use people and get them to do what you wanted.
Needless to say, I hated it. My inner book critic demon came out, and I felt compelled to express just how much this book stunk. I couldn't bear the thought of someone else wasting their time reading it, so I decided to leave them a lasting impression.
I walked over to the window, my ass jiggling enticingly under the thin fabric of my lingerie. I couldn't help but imagine the look of shock on my friend's face when he saw what I was about to do. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, preparing myself for what was about to come.
Without warning, an enormous, thick log slid its way out of my gorgeous ass and into the pages of the open book. It was messy, especially because my asshole was still spread from the position I'd been reading it in. I took my time, relishing in the filthiness of it all. I smeared the shit everywhere, sat on it, farted on it, even pissed all over it.
When I was done, I got up off the floor, feeling satisfied but also a bit gross. I carried the book over to the bookshelf, placing it back exactly where I had found it. I couldn't help but wonder what my friend would think when he saw it - would he be angry or amused? Either way, I was sure he'd get the message loud and clear - this book really, really stunk.
