Hi, this is the first time I am writing here. I have been a silent user so far. I do not know where to start. Maybe I should say it first. My name is Mohammad. I am 23 years old. I can't be anywhere. In my opinion, I am a mental prostitute. Going on a mission, not so many Yahoo women in our family became the guys I had sex with. I had sex with everyone in my mind. I thought I had anyone wherever I wanted. It seemed like a great sin to me, but now I'm so mean that I even think about my aunt and uncle's wife. You may think I have a problem with my appearance, but no, I have a normal and good appearance. At least I'm not ugly. God knows, I have not even touched a girl's body so far. I had sex. I was there to hold you in front of me to try to have a real sex. I confess that I was so complacent that my brain was empty. Until I do not do this, if I am going to marry someone one day, how can I cope with the thought that I was in someone else's arms at the moment? It feels very obvious, at least for me. We are careless. Our thoughts have become. Doing and slashing the rich kid has become a kind of commodity-to-commodity transaction. I will give it to you. Please support me. Do not touch anyone. A prostitute body is much better than having a prostitute mind that I think in contradiction with myself. One thing I do is do something. Posted
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Date: October 4, 2018
