A Mothers Love

by Diaper Sex Lover

The soothing voice of my mother wafts over me. She tells of her undying love for me. I feel her warm touch. I am her beautiful child. She promises never to leave me again. She starts to cry. My eyes well up. Through her quiet sobing she mumbles ofthe pain of seperation and talk of when we can be together forever. And then….she cals me “George”. Errrr, I’m a little taken aback. Then I feel her hand inside me. I can smell old pussy. Through the gap I spy an old woman masturbating to te photo of her dead son. There is no God.

Beyond

by Diaper Sex Lover

“Does heaven wait, all heanly, over the next horizon”

Prefab Sprout

1st

by Diaper Sex Lover

A first for me. The model is already diapered, and then I’m put over the existing one. So….that’s what it feels like to wear a diaper. I never knew. How could I? Because I go through my life costantly looking for the comfort of another, I “reach out”. But the other diaper appears to be dead. Andso I find myself, alone, riding the back of a dead thing, whilst my ears are assaulted by the sounds of fucking. Care to join me? 

John the Baptist

by Diaper Sex Lover

I lie open under a clear blue sky. Looking this way I can see the trees gently swaying in the breeze. But looking that way, my veiw is blocked by some sort of metal wall. There comes an awful smell from beneath. Gradually it dawns on me that I’m in a trash can. And, just as I’m trying to fathom the meaning in all of this, a dirty hand reaches down and pulls me out. There is an overwhelming smell of shit and alchohol. The ugly face of a homeless tramp is suddenly thrust into my body. I can feel his stubble. And then his tongue. Peering down, I see him jerking himself off. And so I die for the sins of Christ.

Feelings

by Diaper Sex Lover

“I’m not wearing that!” exclaimed a girls voice from the direction of the studio. I can only guess that she is talking about me. But though my eelings are a little hurt, I a at the same time relived as I am bundled up and put into the storage cupboard to await another day.

All Relative

by Diaper Sex Lover
 

A vibrator was telling me of all the stuff he gets wheeled out to perform. Always starting by being covered in saliva, then into the cunt, then into the ass. In his shell-shocked quiet voice he recounts everything down to the smallest detail. When he’s finished, and after the longest silence, he kind of cheers himself up by saying that it’s lucky he’s vibrating as it hides his shaking. I can only muster the saddest laugh.

Human or Diapers

by Diaper Sex Lover

Are we human or are we diapers?
My pads are vital, your piss is cold,
And I’m on my knees looking for the answer,
Are we human or are we diaper?

Ears of Cloth

by Diaper Sex Lover


Once I was speaking to God. Then something happened and I could no longer hear him clearly. His voice became muffled and faint….as if someone had diapered my ears. And so they had.

Memory

by Diaper Sex Lover

In the darkness I can hear a child crying softly. How it makes my heart ache. There is an abyss and I am staring into it. The crying has stopped and all is still. A door closes. A phone rings for the longest time and goes unanswered. Now, if only death would come to me.