My fetish is much more typical it is than you think. Lots of people own it. And with it, you might judge it, just like I would judge something I didn’t understand if you’re not familiar. Despite everything you may think, I’m not a monster. We have a solid, primal impulse, like you aren’t an addicting fetish does, and I also have always been alway in the act of balancing it down aided by the practicalities of true to life.
And before you ask, yes, I’m in treatment for having a maternity fetish. My specialist is aware of my issue, and it is the only individual who surely could get me to the doctor’s workplace for the birth prevention implant — a little club underneath the epidermis of my upper supply that we constantly, subconsciously scratch at. Continue reading “We Have A Pregnancy Fetish, And It’s Also Destroying My Entire Life”