The most important thing is that I dont get aroused by boobs or girls anymore, but as soon as I see a carp’s face, I immediately get horny. My ♥♥♥♥ stinks of fish so much that it’s impossible to wash off. So it turns out, I'm some kind of fish ♥♥♥♥♥♥? Can you give me some advice on how to get rid of this?

Thankfully at least no one found out that I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ fish, and that I walked around with a bandaged ♥♥♥♥. My ♥♥♥♥ has completely healed in a month. All winter I didn't ♥♥♥♥ anyone, and then in the spring my father began to bring carps from fishing once again, and I began ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ them again. I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ my last carp the day before yesterday.

The catfish squeezed my ♥♥♥♥. It tried snatching it away, but it didn't work, it just brushed my ♥♥♥♥ very hard with its teeth. I immediately took it out, it was scratched like hell, blood was flowing from it, I kicked the catfish with my foot, and it fell into its basin of water. Blood oozed from my ♥♥♥♥ in a stream. I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bandaged it, smeared it with alcohol. Then I wiped the blood off the floor. My ♥♥♥♥ was in a lot of pain. It was very swollen, which eventually went away, but the scars remained.

One time my father brought home an 8 kg catfish. I really wanted to ♥♥♥♥ a fish, so I took a closer look at it. And what do you know, the mouth is just right, except for the teeth, but they can't do much, at most scratch you if you press very hard against it. Well thats fine, i thought. I pulled out my ♥♥♥♥, jerked it off a little, put it in the live catfish's mouth, which, by the way, was in a basin of water, and started to ♥♥♥♥ it. I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ it a little, but after a minute disaster struck.

Then the following happened. For about a week my father did not catch carp. I haven't ♥♥♥♥♥♥ carps for a week. It was like walking in a fog, I needed to ♥♥♥♥ another fish, I thought about catching carp myself, but I'm too lazy, especially since I hate fishing. My father brought only one small pike that week, probably because it was late autumn, and he said that now it wasn't fun to catch carps or something like that. I remember that he already kind of began to suspect something about my carp addiction, but I still excused myself, saying I just like the fish.

I loved ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ them alive when they were still moving their lips all over my ♥♥♥♥. In half a year I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ probably more than 40, maybe 50 carps. I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ them several times a day, sometimes finishing in their anuses, sometimes I came in them when they were already frozen in the refrigerator, although rarely. Once I even tried to ♥♥♥♥ a bream when there were no carp, but the mouth was too small. Once I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ a chub, but the carps were still the best, and when my father asked what fish he should catch tomorrow, I always asked him to catch carps, because "their meat is delicious".