Beyond

by Diaper Sex Lover

“Does heaven wait, all heanly, over the next horizon”

Prefab Sprout

John the Baptist

by Diaper Sex Lover

I lie open under a clear blue sky. Looking this way I can see the trees gently swaying in the breeze. But looking that way, my veiw is blocked by some sort of metal wall. There comes an awful smell from beneath. Gradually it dawns on me that I’m in a trash can. And, just as I’m trying to fathom the meaning in all of this, a dirty hand reaches down and pulls me out. There is an overwhelming smell of shit and alchohol. The ugly face of a homeless tramp is suddenly thrust into my body. I can feel his stubble. And then his tongue. Peering down, I see him jerking himself off. And so I die for the sins of Christ.

All Relative

by Diaper Sex Lover
 

A vibrator was telling me of all the stuff he gets wheeled out to perform. Always starting by being covered in saliva, then into the cunt, then into the ass. In his shell-shocked quiet voice he recounts everything down to the smallest detail. When he’s finished, and after the longest silence, he kind of cheers himself up by saying that it’s lucky he’s vibrating as it hides his shaking. I can only muster the saddest laugh.