Then Moses said, “Now, please show me your glory.”
The Lord answered, “I will cause all my goodness to pass in front of you, and I will announce my name, the Lord, so you can hear it. I will show kindness to anyone to whom I want to show kindness, and I will show mercy to anyone to whom I want to show mercy. But you cannot see my face, because no one can see me and live”.
But I have seen his face! Yes, drawn in the piss and shit that he causes to rain down on me. And though I am sometimes sad, I know that by doing his bidding, I bring myself closer to salvation.
Once apon a time, a lovely little girl was running barefoot and in a diaper, around the garden, just after the rain. Everything smelt so fresh and clean. The dappled sunlight coming through the breeze-stirred trees formed constantly moving shapes on the wet grass that brushed her little legs as she ran. And ponds of rain water reflected bright sunlight up into her pretty smiling face. But the laughter stopped abrubtly when she tripped and feel face first into a large pool. I felt the cold water filling me, making me heavy and pulling her down. After some frantic movement, all was very still and quiet. I glanced up and saw her with both her mouth and eyes open, as the sunlight played on her hair from above. Soon the air was filled with the sound of screaming and wailing. Am I really to blame for this?
The model jerks and sucks the ridgid cock like a real pro. Her other hand fingers herself frantically as she sits astride me. She pulls her mouth away just as the first spurts of sperm shoot into her open mouth. At the same time she moans as her cunt goes into orgasmic contractions and a white cream squirts out all over me. The cum drips down from her open mouth. Just a few more minutes and it’ll be all over.
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.
There is a lot of rocking and I am beginning to feel motion sickness. As I open my eyes, I spy a cock shafting a shaven cunt. We are in a bathroom. Gradually I am sliding down her leg, thankfully moving away from the action. But not enough. He pulls out and creams over her arse, and it then dribbles down onto me.
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.
Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they’ll like this song?
Mother, do you think they’ll try to break my balls?
Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Is it just a waste of time?
Pink Floyd
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.
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.
The model hugs me to her small yet surprisingly hot breasts. She then kisses me, undoes me, and puts me on. She smells nice. And then all is ruined when a big hairy hand is inserted and starts fingering her wet cunt. Some things are just best left alone.
