Lez Diaper

by Diaper Sex Lover

Something is stroking me outside. Then, pulled to one side, I can see the pretty face of my attacker. I watch her fingers slide in and out of the others glistening creamy cunt, before she descends with her tongue. Afterwards she spits into me, tears me off and throws me into the rubbish. As I fade away, I think of all these memories that will forever be lost. And I thank God for that.

Three

by Diaper Sex Lover

The last thing I remember was the sight of a face, a pretty girls face, coming towards me. Then I glance up and see the open legs of another girl. I close my eyes to the sights, but my ears are assualted by the sounds of wet slurping, as both saliva and cunt jiuce rain down on me. Opening my eyes the tinyest bit, I can see fingers flashing in and out. Then there is a gasp and the girl cums and squirts at the same time. Great! So things do cum in threes.

Diaper Face

by Diaper Sex Lover

I wanna hold em like they do in Texas Plays
Fold and shit in em raise it baby piss on me I love it
Fuck and intuition is my mission phasers set to stun
And after she’s been hooked, fill her mouth with cum

Lard Sandwich

by Diaper Sex Lover
  • Published:January 16th, 2009
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A really fat man is fucking……another really fat man. And I am between their pulsating and sweating hulks, being battered and bruised. As the fucker cums, the other shits out over his withdrawing cock and onto me. I could go on with this story, but both my nerves and confidence are shot to hell.

Mark of Shame

by Diaper Sex Lover
  • Published:December 5th, 2008
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 From my (very) limited view of the world, I can now ID a porn models pussy, more or less instantly, from the moment she opens her legs to put me on. And they all bare the mark of porn. The Tramp Stamp.

My Diaper Journey

by Diaper Sex Lover
  • Published:November 23rd, 2008
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I am so very tired and weary of my life, trapped in the body of a diaper. My choices are not mine. I can do nothing but hope that at some point I’ll be opened up, and catch a fleeting glimpse of the world beyond mine. And yet I am not blessed with memory for the beautiful things. Only the shit that is mine. Whenever I ask God who am I, he tells me that my life function is all. But I struggle to accept that. And the more I struggle, the more he baits me, throwing me deeper and deeper into the darkness. Is this how I shall be saved? 

Weeping

by Diaper Sex Lover
  • Published:November 14th, 2008
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  The feeling of doom, as if all the wind has been sucked out and you can feel yourself dropping over the edge into the abyss. That’s how I feel right now. Hot, dark and smelly, well, nothing new there. But it is a very particular smell. The stench of something rotting. And dead. There is the sensation of something warm, wet and kind of sticky against me. I cannot breathe. I’m finally opened to the smiling face of a nurse. Looking back, I see an old man with weeping bed sores. We both prey for death.

US

by Diaper Sex Lover
  • Published:November 2nd, 2008
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  I wonder if, as a diaper, I am made in his likeness? Maybe we do actually look the same. Except of course that he’d be God.

Cunted

by Diaper Sex Lover
  • Published:October 25th, 2008
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Girl/Girl….that is two chicks doing the do to/with each other….but in diapers.At some point they are both sitting on me rubbing their disgusting cunts on my padded body. They then pull each other’s cunt lips apart (why?) and give me a view only a butcher could appreiciate. Some sort of whitish gunk starts comming out of one of them. In a perfect world, it would be snowing.

Fluff of My Fluff

by Diaper Sex Lover
  • Published:October 22nd, 2008
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Sometimes in my darkest moments I try and cheer myself up by imagining that I have a child. I don’t know if “it” is human, but I only hope he is not a diaper, following in his fathers footsteps. When he was a baby, how happily I could diaper him, and then again, when he’s very old.

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