Inflate123

This week marks my 30th inflativersary. I was aware of my kink for years before puberty hit me in the 1980s, but when it did, things got all mixed up. These dreams I'd had -- why were they affecting me differently now? Why do I like this? Growing up Catholic, I felt ashamed. I confided in one friend, half-expecting them to reply "oh yeah, everybody has something like that" but, uh, no, they did not have something like that, and I realized that I had to consider I might be entirely alone in my kink. I didn't tell anyone else until I got serious with the woman who would become my wife. While she did not share it directly, she accepted it as a personality quirk and did not shun me for it. Her acceptance helped remove the stigma that I'd built up around it for myself. Some of the shame went away, but I still felt it was best to keep this interest private. On July 3, 1994, I moved out of my parents' house and into my own apartment with my fiance. I was moving closer to my first big job,