I j******* a lot, a lot a lot, more than a lot. I’ve jerked off 3 times today and it’s only 1 in the afternoon. I j******* when I feel h****, sure, but 9 times out of 10 it’s because I’m bored or stressed. Even still, I don’t feel too guilty about all that, it s****, but I can live with myself. I feel guilty about the kind of p*** I get off to. I love r*** p***. I hate saying it. I’m ashamed and feel like a disgusting hypocrite. Especially since, recently, it’s been a lady I know in my fantasies and I told myself those thoughts had to stop in high school. She’s so great, so warm and so kind, but when I get home and get bored I fantasize about her walking through a dark alley and getting jumped by 10 guys. I don’t know what I hope to accomplish by confessing this. Maybe getting it off my chest will help get it out of my system
