To start off, what I am going to write in this is something I've never even uttered to anyone since the event in question took place. I am too embarrassed to tell anyone in person and I feel that an anonymous message board is best to vent these feelings, since I can't see any of your ugly mugs or do I wish to know your names. I simply just want to share it with people since I recently began pondering it in my mind and though this board would be a good place to put into words. Also I have posted here before, about an odd dream about a Frenchwoman I had, so if my typing style may seem familiar, that's why.
So, as of late I've noticed my extreme hypersexual urges constantly overwhelming me. I've always been quite sex obsessed to tell the truth. Even thought I began masturbating at 13, these sexual proclivities began even earlier than that. Always thinking about sex and what it would feel like to have it. And I wondered where it came from.
Maybe it was issues stemming from relationships with my parents, exposure to quite inappropriate content at a young age (and what I mean by this are like adult media, like jackass or family guy and the like). However when I picked deeper in my brain I brushed against a memory that I hadn't forgotten by tried my darndest to black out of my head. And even though you may think that when wondering where your odd sexual oddities originated from that memory like this would instantly pop in your head as THE main contributor. However, I assure that I tried my absolute best to stomp this event out of my mind to make me forget it that I brain was probably aware that I didn't want to relive it or ponder it any deeper as to having to confront it in relation to my current situation.
I shake as I force myself to type out the details of this, but I might as well.
Okay, so as to not go too much into the nitty gritty about what I am going to tell you, it goes like this:
When I was 7 I was friend with this boy who was the same age as I. He lived down the road from me but for some reason didn't go to the same school as me as he wasn't in my year at the time. The first time I hung out with him it was with my brother who was a year older than me after my mother had forced us to not stay inside and go out and mingle with all the other kids. Me and this kid both had the same sorta interests and we bonded over being the youngest and constantly being berated by our older brothers. We had hung out so often that
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