You can say it to be fake or believe me, it doesn't matter... I mean, it is the internet. I have a fetish of sticking things up my ass. Big things, not anything small that I'd be worried I'd have to go to the hospital for, but my fetish comes from childhood. I think I was about 5 or 6. My dad used to probe me with his cock. One time he actually hurt me by putting himself inside. He was average sized I guess? I was a fragile kid at that age so even a damn scratch hurt. He didn't thrust in and out he just slowly and very painfully pushed inside and held it there. He held my mouth shut because even though we were the only ones in the apartment, it was an apartment building and the thin walls of NYC are not something you want to risk getting caught doing anything. He always- both before and after the anal incident- touched and probed and did whatever he wanted to me. He's the reason I masturbate every. Single. Day. I can't help it. I don't always put things up my ass, but it is a fetish. Toothbrushes, pens, pencils, sharpies, highlighters, the handle of spoons. I like sharpies better. I'm 20 now and I've told absolutely no one. Because they just wouldn't believe my "amazing outstanding father" would do something like that. When in reality if they pulled their heads out of their asses (pun intended) they'd see he has the signs of being a child molester. He served ten years in prison for- ironically- getting caught doing things to another kid. I never met the girl, but I thanked her everyday when I was in my room and just drawing. It kind of freaks me out. I hate sex. I hate the thought of vaginal penetration and yet anal gets my kicks off. My masturbation sessions last from 5 minutes to 3 hours. Depends on the day and what number of masturbation. I don't mind the fetish, it's the memory and reason of the fetish that scares me. Heh. One memory I did not mind was when he'd sit me on his lap when we watched tv (still young) and he'd hug me from behind and just grind me. He never let me wear underwear so it was always bare for both of us or only his jogging pants. Many can find this disturbing or as I said in the start as fake as you want. You can call me fat ugly and lonely and a guy if you want. I'm a woman. I'm not fat. I am alone XD. I'm not hot but I'm not ugly. I just needed to let that out. Doesn't matter who believes me.