Where’s Philip Stark When You Need Him…

by Diaper Sex Lover

One day, if and when I ever return, it’ll be as a bathroom designer. Believe me, I’ve seen more than my fair share and they were all horrible.

Raptor Jesus

by Diaper Sex Lover

He walks amongst us and we fall to our dirty knees and the tears flow freely and without shame, and he pronounces us clean again….

Colditz

by Diaper Sex Lover

On the instruction of “Pee”, I feel the model tighten her stomach. Nothing happens. We all wait an age. No-one speaks. The call goes up for the bottle. A minute later hot fake pee is poured into me. There is never an escape.

Empty Inside

by Diaper Sex Lover

To feel, I must surely have a heart? And yet….when I lay my hand on my body, I feel the warm softness of the diaper, but no beating organs. Oh dear.

Diaper Rustle

by Diaper Sex Lover

I can feel the weigth of the other diapers above me. We are stacked in the storage cupboard awaiting our turn, like gladiators waiting to go into the arena. Russell would be proud.

Come Friendly Bombs

by Diaper Sex Lover


Awoken to the sound of slurping. Peeking up I spy the girl sucking hard on a huge cock, I feel nothing. I just don’t care. I try to sleep again but just as the sounds have finally faded away, the model rains warm sperm down onto me.

The Moving Finger

by Diaper Sex Lover

The moving finger probes, and having probed,

Moves on: nor all thy cunt juice nor marks of shit,

Shall lure the diaper back to be worn again,

Nor all thy tears wash out the smell of it.

Dark

by Diaper Sex Lover

I dreamt that my mother was singing me to sleep, as her gentle touch caressed me. I awoke in the dark. Somewhere I could here the drone of voices from a distant TV. After some time, it got switched off and someone closed a door. I am alone.

Lord Fail

by Diaper Sex Lover

The Lord believes that I have a greater purpose. But still he makes me take the piss, shit and sperm of porn. In his delution he thinks that I’ll find some sort of salvation through my suffering. He is wrong.

The Eyes Of Laura Mars

by Diaper Sex Lover

Whilst working today, I happened to catch a glimpse of the models face.And apart from the obvious smeared make up and semen, the most striking and shocking feature was her dead eyes. And then I realized that I’d seen this on almost all the models I’d ever worked with. Eyes that have seen the unspeakable and so are unable to speak. Of pain, worthlessness and degredation. Though outwardly smiling, those inner turmoils come shining through. I am at one with them. Our journey down the same road, proves we belong together. Their very sadness lightnens my soul.

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