SD guilt?

SJ asks whether I feel guilty for being a SD. Simple answer is that I generally don't think about it. Sometimes when I do think about it of course I feel somewhat saddened for my misdeeds and visions of a particularly hot place in the afterlife. But I have made my peace with that in a certain way. Sometimes when I think about it, I go cold turkey and don't fool around for a long time.
My upbringing was a very moral one. I remember having to confess to a priest at the age of 12, about all my sins: you know things like lying to my parents, peeping in a girls dressing room and getting a real big hard on from that etc. All the while, the priest was peeling himself an orange (not kidding)! I must have really made an impression on him: first of all I was dragged to the confession room by my friends, and then I bore him to death. Anyway, so much for guilt.

I still have sex with my wife, and its still very good. SJ asked if I look into her eyes and feel like breaking down and confessing, and if I call her other women's names: The answer is no and no, why would I call her with someone else's name? Her name is very beautiful, and besides, many sugars give fake names anyway so I don't dwell too much on them. So I compartmentalize my adventures to another part of my soul. There were a few occasions that everything was out of control. But I never called my wife another name. I think that happens in movies not in real life, unless someone is a real dope.