Such a pitiful creature. Just a groveling, desperate brown-noser. A pathetic, hopeless addict, driven to press its face as deeply as possible, desperate for any scrap of acknowledgment. But calling it “him” feels too generous. “It” suits much better. “It” doesn’t speak; “it” just sniffs, silently worshiping while I casually enjoy my lunch. “It” serves no purpose beyond being human furniture and an ass sniffer. The desperation is palpable, its longing to go deeper and deeper, though it will never be enough. A lowly bottom-feeder, utterly content with inhaling whatever I leave behind. Could a...

Such a pitiful creature. Just a groveling, desperate brown-noser. A pathetic, hopeless addict, driven to press its face as deeply as possible, desperate for any scrap of acknowledgment. But calling it “him” feels too generous. “It” suits much better. “It” doesn’t speak; “it” just sniffs, silently worshiping while I casually enjoy my lunch. “It” serves no purpose beyond being human furniture and an ass sniffer. The desperation is palpable, its longing to go deeper and deeper, though it will never be enough. A lowly bottom-feeder, utterly content with inhaling whatever I leave behind. Could anything be more revolting, more degrading than sniffing a stinky asshole? And yet, this creature craves it, revels in it. So pathetic. So powerless. It will never have enough of me, and it knows it.