A day in the life of my ass crack

I’m exhausted. This summer is really wearing me out. When I finally got up this morning, I realized that I must’ve had a some what tortuous night sleep, because my panties were all askew and my hair was a mess. I could have sworn that I’d put my hair up before I went to sleep, though…

Anyhow, after 2 hours of hitting the snooze, we finally crawled out of bed to run all those errands we need to run today. I had shed my clothing and stood by the shower door, waiting for the running stream of revival to warm up, and my girlfriend stumbled by, turned gave me a peck on the shoulder. She quickly pulled away, and with a terrified look on her face, slowly uttered, “What in the hell is in your ass crack?”

I was a little freaked out, thinking I was a total gross-out with something like crusty toilet paper still lodged in my rear orifice from my previous night’s gastronomical discomforts (Not a fan of El Palenque, just FYI). Slowly, I reached behind me and felt my ass crack.

I knew I had put my hair up the night before. My rubber band had worked its way down my back in the night and found itself a snug new home in the safety of my ass crack.

And that is how my weekend began… can’t wait for the rest of it…