Skills

by Diaper Sex Lover
  • Published:December 24th, 2008
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One of the great skills I’ve developed as an adult diaper doing porn is the ability to match body type to vagina. By that I mean, the shape, fattiness, size of lips and amount and colour of pubic hair on said item. Tiss a skill I hope I shall one day be able to pass on.

Heaven

by Diaper Sex Lover

Was telling myself to be positive and strong this morning. The photo assistant left me out so I was able to have a good look around. So there I was, a diaper, spread eagled on the make up table, with this kinda hot chick doing her face beside me. The sun streamed through the open window and dappled me with warmth. I could see the trees swaying in the breeze, with blue skies and tiny fluffy clouds. I closed my eyes. I shall make the effort to carry on living. I shall be positive and strong. Her delicate hands lift me up to her oh so pretty face. I look dreamily into her eyes. She blows her nose on me. I am dead.
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The Lost

by Diaper Sex Lover

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I woke up lying next to another diaper. Apparently we were on the set of a porno shoot for www.diapersexvideos.com. Sick fucks! He’s excited about shooting his scene. Because I don’t want to piss on his parade, I say nothing, but try and hide the sadness behind my eyes. And then he’s gone. I must of slept, because I was awakened to the sound of crying. Beside me. He was muttering about how degraded he felt, how dirty and how he just wanted to die. Then we were both silent for the longest time. When it was my turn, I could only shrug with a weak smile as I caught the look of utter sadness in his eyes. I never saw him again.

DREAMS

by Diaper Sex Lover

Because my conscious moments are so fleeting, I’m sometimes confused as to whether I’m really awake or  dreaming. In lucid moments I can feel the hands that lift my diapered body, can feel the hot pee and poop and smell the old sperm on my damp padding. And though I must sleep through the darkness which is the consuming part of my existence, the times when I get to see and bathe in the light are so few and so short, that I wonder if they really happened at all. My life as a diaper fills me with sadness. The only consolation is that my dreams are sadder.