Call me Ishmael. I just recently turned 17, if that gives you an idea of where I’m at concerning emotional development and the like. I am, first and foremost, a Christian (I’d like to think I’m fairly devout, but that’s not for me to judge), and a traditionalist second to that. By nature, I’m a rather insecure individual. I’m insecure about quite a bit. Being stuck at 5’6″ is a large one, as well as my skin, my appearance, pretty much everything about me I find some way to dislike or be ashamed of. Anyhow, the whole crux of the issue tonight is more concerning my faith and the like. See, I intend to stay chaste until marriage. That’s not changing. I’d rather not hear about how my archaic views are outdated, my God isn’t real, and that I should do whatever I like because none of it matters anyway (which I get a lot, whenever I open myself up on anything anonymous. It gets tiring.) So with that in mind, a few… desires, of mine have really been bothering me lately.
There’s no real way to not put it bluntly. I’m into several kinks, such as: d*********, submission, strapons, footplay, a*** play, and… well, one more embarrassing one. I, a chaste Christian virgin church boy, am a fairly k**** individual. It doesn’t sound right, because it isn’t.
That, and I have a somewhat high… drive. So I tend to self-pleasure frequently.
Combine the two, and you have me constantly very guilty. Which doesn’t help the depressed or insecure side of me.
