My Steamy Story: An imagined ASMR PSA content from an ang...

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Okay, so no cap, I was having the most iconic shit of my life and my bf decided to slide into my DMs at the perfect moment. So there I am, perched on this boujee public gym toilet, leggings scrunched down mid-thigh, giving my best ASMR queen energy for my followers. My back is straight, hands folded on my bare thighs – main character posture, period. I’m literally whispering “HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” into the camera, channeling all my rage into this next-level bowel movement. I’m treating this toilet like my second gym, bestie, my intestines are getting the workout of their LIFE.

I’m mid-explanation, whispering about how anger is literally fuel, when my phone dings. It’s a text from my man, one of my biggest simps, and it just says “my queen 😍”. OMG. The rage and love hit me at once – it’s so iconic, I can’t even. That text was the final push I needed. I picture every plop and fart like a chess piece taking out the competition, a killer spike in beach volleyball, straight-up gunshots of power. I let it ALL out, unleashing everything with a fierce, guttural moan. This isn’t just a poop – it’s a performance. And baby, I slayed.