I feel like I’m a bad person just because of the stuff I fantasize about. I don’t act on any of it, but every male dog I’ve ever seen, I’ve found myself wondering what his c*** looks like, what his c** would feel like pumping into my a******. I walked past a 10yo boy at a urinal today on my way to a stall, and I fantasized about him turning around and asking for a b******. I wish I’d had access when I was a kid to the cameraphones we have today, because I could have built up my very own spank bank. And the worst part is, if I tried to talk to anybody about this, I feel like I’d be judged as actually having done this stuff.
