Joke

by Diaper Sex Lover

Woman: What kind of underwear do you like; boxers or briefs?

Man: depends….

Flying Around the World

by Diaper Sex Lover

I am told that there exist a web site where all the ordeals I have suffered are on display for all to see. To think of all those shameful videos flying around the world. All those people looking at me, fantasizing and then jerking off. The very idea fills me with shame.

My Buddhist Buddy

by Diaper Sex Lover

The Noble Truth of Suffering is this: Birth is suffering, ageing is suffering, sickness is suffering, death is suffering; sorrows and lamentation, pain, grief and despair are suffering; association with the unpleasant is suffering, dissociation from the pleasant is suffering; not to get what one wants is suffering – in short, the five aggregates of attachment are suffering. Fuck that! And I thought I had it bad. 

Spoiled

by Diaper Sex Lover

God, you are great. You made the world and it’s good. Thank you for making it so beautiful, and we are sorry that we have spoiled it. Amen.

Nappy Head Gives Head

by Diaper Sex Lover


Someone opens me up and then places me on the head of a model. I am held tighly against her head and around her face. And then, as night follows day, a guy starts to violently fuck her in the mouth. She is gagging. I see tears streaming down her pretty face. He then grunts and shoots into her mouth. She splutters, gags and vomits. Welcome to my world.

The Horror

by Diaper Sex Lover

I am told that there exist a web site where all the ordeals I have suffered are on display for all to see. To think of all those shameful videos flying around the world. All those people looking at me, fantasizing and then jerking off. The very idea fills me with shame.

The Grass is Greener

by Diaper Sex Lover

After an eon of tugging and pulling, I am opened. Still sitting on me is the model, who then opens the front of me and I then see the camera lens thrust into my face. And her pussy. I quickly try to peer pass the photographer into the studio, but the camera is too close. And then, in a second, I am closed up again. Returned to the darkness. The last thing I remember is the word “Panasonic”.

Can I trust YOU?

by Diaper Sex Lover

There is a lie. That someone is telling me, either 1 or 10, is beyond doubt. Am I really a diaper? How can I process thought and have feelings and experience emotions. Do I really spend my life sleeping, waiting for these disgusting jobs? Who can I ask? Who can I trust? Can you tell me?

Lies

by Diaper Sex Lover

As I was carried into todays shoot, I became aware that the photo assistant was speaking to me. That’s right….to me! Telling me how good I was, how clever and fresh. How smart I looked, and how, through my work, I was bringing true happiness and joy to many people. That I was loved and desired. And you know what? I almost fell for it. I almost believed her. But I really saw through it all the moment the shoot was over and she just bundled me up and threw me in the trash.

There is a light and it never goes out…

by Diaper Sex Lover

A blinding light awakes me. Strangley it’s coming through my padded body. And it is bright. I strain to listen, but hear nothing. Just me and this blinding light. And then it comes to me….maybe this is it! The final flight. Doesn’t everyone always talk about going towards the light. That last journey into the arms of GOd. I can feel his warmth. Tears come. I am saved. It is over. Suddenly the light is extinguished. I’m opened and can now see that I’m resting under a studio lamp. My God is cruel.