Ever had one of those days where you just crave something... forbidden? Today, all I can think about is the thrill of pressing my nose into a dog’s ass, inhaling that musky, primal scent, and feeling the tight ring of muscle twitch around my finger. It’s dirty, it’s taboo, and fuck, it turns me on like nothing else. But beyond the lust, there’s this burning belief—dogs shouldn’t even shit. Their waste is a stain on the world, and the idea of denying them that release? It’s power. It’s control. And it’s fucking hot. Who else gets off on the chaos of their own mind?