Torn

by Diaper Sex Lover


Fading in and out of consciousness, I gradually realize that I am lying on a cold floor. Moving my head, I can just make out a bucket and mop propped up nearby. When they catch me looking at them, they refuse to meet my eye and look down sadly. I can see that the sides of my body are torn. Something must of happened, but I have no idea what. Flashes of light spill through from the next room. There is the slightest smell. The smell of piss. And something else, but I can’t quite place it. And then I see a pubic hair. What happened here?

The Grass is Greener

by Diaper Sex Lover

After an eon of tugging and pulling, I am opened. Still sitting on me is the model, who then opens the front of me and I then see the camera lens thrust into my face. And her pussy. I quickly try to peer pass the photographer into the studio, but the camera is too close. And then, in a second, I am closed up again. Returned to the darkness. The last thing I remember is the word “Panasonic”.