![]() Suddenly, memories of my past sexual partners and escapades thrashed into my mind like a dying fish. This made me cry harder, and sadness was joined by shame, guilt and regret. I was ashamed that I hadn't been able to control myself, I felt guilty because I had hurt others, and I was struck with regret because I had hurt myself most of all. Read more...
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