Beautiful long fingers with perfectly manicured nails are opening a pair of wet and creamy pussy lips. I hear a sign and a moan.The fingers slip inside and start gently moving in and out. A lovely face comes into view and her tongue flicks at an engorged clitoris. Lipstick, lesbi diaper….Yeah! And yet….and yet….I feel nothing, but sadness and shame. These poor exploited girls. Forced through finacial circumstances to degrade themselves for the pleasure of those uncaring and unloved perverts. My chain of thought is broken when the girl showers me with some sort of creamy gunky juice.
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Girl in diaper. Guy fucks girl in diaper. What’s the big deal here? Am I missing something? Or, like religious beliefs, do I need to be a believer first, in order to have understanding. And, as God knows, I really do want to believe.
Here’s a thought: diapersex…..as in “what sex (male or female) is a diaper”? When I awake on a chick, I’ feeling pretty indifferent. But when I awake on a guy, well, I do feel this kinda “negative” feeling deep down somewhere in my gut. So I guess that makes me a “male” or at least “male-ish”. And yet, I never get turned on, get hot, or feel any sort of stirring (sexual or otherwise) when I feel a hot pussy on my head. Perhaps things might be different if I was a tampon or a panty pad.
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Once I diapered a small child, alittle girl. And then later, I diapered her as a grown woman, now working as a diaper slut. And for a brief moment I felt comfort in the knowledge that I’m not the only being who fell.
Memory. This is my problem. For without this I should know nothing of my past. There would be no “before” to taugnt me, only “now”. I cannot help but feel that my sad lot would be all the more bearable without the nagging of somewhere or something better, constantly bringing me back to this sordid reality. The funny thing is that my memories are not necessarily better than my experiences now, just that there were some moments: the sun shining through the studio window onto me, the sound of music and laughter, and the smell of a lovely perfume……and they all conspire to make my lot so unbearably sad.
I am trapped in a burning house/car/box. The flames are ever closer, the heat ever hotter. I see things melting before me. And now the flames are around me. I feel nothing. No heat. No fear. Come fire, come and engulf me. Burn me to nothing and end my tortured days. But the fire never comes any closer. That is my true suffering….to awake alive.
A really fat man is fucking……another really fat man. And I am between their pulsating and sweating hulks, being battered and bruised. As the fucker cums, the other shits out over his withdrawing cock and onto me. I could go on with this story, but both my nerves and confidence are shot to hell.
My eyes hurt from the sudden flash of light bought bout from being opened. Squinting, I look up and see the underside of a pair of breasts. Further up a chin. An then something falls into my eyes. And I see that the girl is dribbling hot fresh sperm so it falls into my open body. The salt stings my eyes. I want to turn away but cannot escape. And so, I breathe out slowly, relax, and accept my fate with the serinity that only Buddah could muster. Large gobs or spunk and spit rain down on me….but I am far away.
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In the hot darkness the smell changes from that of cunt juice to that of shit. And I know that the anal part has just started. The guy grunts like a fucking stuck pig, and the real stuck pig, the model, clenches every muscle as the guy thrust into her tight asshole. She doesn’t enjoy this, that’s for sure. Of course all this takes place within the diaper, unseen by the viewer. So it’s really just the guy pulling a fast one and getting his kicks doing anal on the poor unsuspecting chick. So, inspite of my predicament, I find myself smiling.
All this talk of the Credit Crunch. I hope it leads peeps to save more their hard earned cash rather than blowing it on porn site memberships. Then I can be free of this life of filth and degradation. Let is crash and burn!
