What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted

by Diaper Sex Lover

The model seemed shy, Somehow almost reluctant to put me on, I really don’t mind, I understand, But the photographer is having non of it and shouts at her. She say that this work is perverted and not what she understood would be the job, I close my eyes. Later she is wearing me and being fucked, Her hot tears fall,

Love Me

by Diaper Sex Lover

The assistant said something about the model only being willing to work with her boyfriend. And later they came to work. Whilst laying open in the changing room, I heard them speaking about the day to day, just as any couple might speak. And then, just before starting, they gave each other alittle kiss and a hug. Something so insignificant and yet so full of meaning. I felt a cloud of lonelyness descend. For I am so alone. How I long for a hug or a kiss. How I long to be seen as the person I truely am beneath this plastic and fluff exterior. I look to God. Am I loved? But I never get an answer.

Mother?

by Diaper Sex Lover
  • Published:December 15th, 2008
  • Comments:No Comment

  Who are these “Adult Babies”? How can they be both at the same time? Why can’t I awake on real babies? Why is there no laughter?

Breathe

by Diaper Sex Lover

adult diaper, ab dl, diaperteen
Another day, another shoot. I was on some chick with the finest skin. Her arse was like totally smooth, not one zit rubbing up againgst me. No scars (I get kinda grossed out when wrapped around an old appendix wound). She had a shaven pussy. And was using a really nice perfume. Girls like that are few and far between. I started to feel positive for the first time in God knows how long. Nice hands as well. Stroking my diaper body and working down to her pussy. And then…Whoooh! Light come streaming in and there’s some ugly guys face right there, in MY face. He starts tonguing her twat. His breath is awful. I think I must of passed out.

Hello world!

by Diaper Sex Lover

Within the multiverse of diaper lives, why is it that mine can only focus on those used by couples having sex in them. I sleep through time, only to be awakened when undone and then subjected to the friction and the grunting, before being tossed aside, broken and heavy with the saturation of all bodily fluids, where I lie with my compatriots, the condom and the tampon. I die and like ether, I am then trasported to wait for my next encounter….