What a rough night I had last night. I think I had a boner the whole night. I dreamed of my love for social media Porn. I miss it so much already. It is depressing knowing I?m never going to be able to check in on my girls.
It is just now dawning on me I will never see again the college girls, moms and grandmothers all who have all been good to me over the years. I will surely miss my 50 year old tax accountant/preparer, the successful real estate agent, the female corrections officer, the part time female school bus driver, the highly educated doctor at a major university, the stay at home mom, all the nurses, the female truck drivers and yes even a pastor?s wife, ALL who supplied me with an endless amount of dopamine for years. It?s killing me right knowing I destroyed all their files I had on them from years and years of watching and collecting. We are talking over 500 gigs of files. Pixels and videos!
To me this was not fake porn. These were real people I mentally connected to. I had names to faces, hometowns, birthdates, maiden names, etc??. If they were actors and or willing participants and had intentionally uploaded their private life moments my dopamine levels would remain very low, ED would kick in and I would show little interest if any.
I?m ashamed to say; YES I am a recovering hardcore voyeur. You see I?m different from most PMO addicts. I didn?t go to porn sites to get my fix. To me the stuff posted on those sites is fake and non-appealing. Just like Playboy and pay per view XXX is. Of course in the pre internet ages that was where I got my porn from, to M too, just like the rest of you older souls did. But in this day and age there is so much more.
My porn addiction came from unintentional mobile uploads to social media namely photo sharing sites like Photobucket, uploads that weren't meant for me or anybody to see, unsecured live web and security cams in people?s homes and business was also a major contributor that supplied my sick and demented mind with unlimited amounts of dopamine. And yes, the Apple iCloud was yet another bank vault to my style of fetish.
Now all that is gone. I feel alone and lost. One of the worst triggers for me is when I?m standing in line at the checkout counter behind a female, and I see that cell phone in her back pocket or in her hand. After years and years of exploring my fetish, I know what?s on those phones; I know what they do with those phones behind closed doors. It didn?t matter what age or race. I?ve seen it all. I lived for it day in and day out.
God help me for I have sinned?? :'(