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Today I effed up by admitting to my girlfriend that I pretend she's a giant cockroach when we

passionately hug. Ever since I was a teenager, I've had very intense fantasies about

passionately hugging a giant cockroach. It started in 9th or 10th grade when we read

the metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. As I started to think more and more about the roach creature

that the character had become, I started to imagine what it would be like if a woman turned

into the roach instead. I found this idea very arousing. I wouldn't be repulsed or frightened of her,

as the characters in the story are. I would take care of her. Then my thoughts started to get

sexual with the character. Eventually, I sort of dropped the bit about her having been a human

woman first, and I kind of imagine this fictionalized roach species. They're giant roaches,

the size of a person, and have complete intelligence. I kind of over time conjured up an imaginary

friend of sorts. She was one of those roaches, and her name was Agtha. I would fantasize about her

often. Whenever I had some fun alone time, I would imagine elaborate

scenarios of me and Agtha passionately hugging. When I started doing it with actual women,

I found that I couldn't, uh, perform if I wasn't thinking of Agtha. So basically now, anytime

I do it, I'm pretending that the woman is actually Agtha. Not just thinking of Agtha. So basically now, anytime I do it, I'm pretending that the woman

is actually Agtha. Not just thinking about Agtha, I concentrate intently to visualize that I'm

actually doing Agtha. I don't want to think about the actual human girl at all. There's only

Agtha. Of course, real passionate hugging can never be as exciting as my fully

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