When I was 1 8… My mom took a business trip. She traveled a long ways across the state. She left me over a week with an old woman named Mandy. Mandy had wet panties. Every time I had to do laundry, Mandy’s panties were damp. Not wet. Damp. They smelled like stale tuna. I never ate any other fish then, but if I had to compare it now, that’s close. I hate panties to this day, but i love fish, and I think that’s where this story lies.

 I love fucking WITH fish. NOT fish. I don’t want to fuck fish. I love fucking while touching fish. To the point that i don’t think fucking without fish would do anything for me. When i go to the store, i buy at least one salmon or catfish fillet, and a pack of catfish nuggets. I would buy more but my budget does not allow. I take half the nuggets, and put them in a jar. Wait three days. And huff it like jenkem. Then I take the fish and masturbate with it. Yes I straight up rub it against my genitals until i cum. Everytime I try without I never get close. This has been my thing for over ten years.

 You know. I want to be normal. But. Sometimes. You just have to accept who you are. Maybe I’m just weird. I guess I have to get over that.