Guilt? At first, a tremendous amount. Sex itself was something that was shameful, let alone pleasure (that's Catholicism for you). Still, considering how society feels (and actively lashes out against zoos, without wanting to understand at all, let alone condone). But they don't want to hear that it's about pleasure and fun and enjoyment with respect, and ***never*** about harm. So, yeah, I do feel some guilt over these desires (and, by extension, ME) not being acceptable, but less and less so. Now I have come to accept my desires as natural, but know I need to keep them to myself or share with EXTREMELY limited/select partner (ideally, just one... who shared the same desires and choices and actions). but that's a different story