- Published:August 12th, 2009
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A girks voice says “I am Trudie”. She goes on to talk ofher oyfriend, other porn jobs and, of course, the all important “money”. On being told the fee, she hurtfully says tha she’ll not demean herself to wear a diaper for so little cash. But I have seen her soul. She has bills to pay for her loser boyfriend, a monthly car payment to make on that stupidly expensive car she bought toshow off to her needy friends, and a cocaine habit tofeed. Oh….and she is a complete idiot! In the end, I ave to smile as the photographer ends up fucking her in a diaper, and in the ass to boot. Drinks are on te house!
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The sky was the deepest blue I’d ever seen. I can see for miles. Below me streets and roads dotted with tiny cars and people. Above the dark blue of space. I start to pray. Surely there must be a reason. The clouds gradually clear and can see my diapered body.
I sleep. I awake on a model. I sleep again. But now a strange smell awakes me. There is a wetness. And now more so as she moves. When I am removed I look up and see a large glowing pimple, now burst and smeared with yellow puss. Why can I not sleep?
I dreamt that God bought me a shiny new bicycle. He was proudly showing it to me. For some reason my eyes just couldn’t focus and the bike appeared unsharp. Like a camera whose auto-focus is fucked. It was red with 15 gears and a real leather seat. But then I realized that I was trying to see through my tears. For my Lord is both Good and Generous.
