I am Diaper

• Published:May 25th, 2010
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Mmmm…I can tell someone is eating Chinese food. The distant smell of wok and soy sauce. I try and remember. On opening my diaper, I spy a tiny peice of noodle that must of escaped during that last anal scene. A dark cloud of depression comes over me.

• Published:June 26th, 2009
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We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Pink Flyod

• Published:May 22nd, 2009
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• Published:November 17th, 2008
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  I dream of space travel. Flying through the cosmos at the speed of light, as I look back towards the shrinking Earth. And then, putting all my earthly terrors behind me, I speed onto the next solar system. Blah, blah, blah, you sneer. But i know that every time the Space Shuttle takes off, my brother diapers are there.

• Published:November 11th, 2008
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The sensation of wetness and force awakens me. I can see nothing, but can hear the muffled sounds of a fake chick, fake build up to a fake orgasm. She’s rubbing herself through me. Pressing and pushing me almost inside her cunt. It’s pretty disturbing. Linsey Lohan, Tom Cruise, Michael Douglas and this chick….I hate bad acting.

• Published:November 6th, 2008
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     Opened up, I see a very petty face smiling down at me. Sparkling eyes of the bluest blue. Silky bottle blond hair. A lovely fuck-me mouth. Well I guess life could be worse. But then I’m lifted up and away from her and suddenly a hard cock comes into view. Fucksocks. She’s going to jerk him off using ME! Before the thought has properly formed, my diapered body is wrapped around this dick, whilst she frantically strokes him off. Grunting, sweating, swelling and finally hot wetness along with that particularly revolting floury smell. And then the darkness. Welcome to my Hell.

• Published:November 4th, 2008
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    Hmmm… an uneasy feeling that something is not right.By the dim light that now comes through the sides I can make out, well, I’m not exactly sure what it is. Wrinkled and withered, covered in moles and discoloured skin, along with grey wiry pubic hair, and with the smell of a thousand year old training shoes couples with the breathe of death itself.Then, when opened, the first thing I see is an old, old cunt, followed by an old,old face. Can’t really tell the difference. Looking beyond this into the room, I can make out lots of old people. OMFG. Somehow I’ve travelled down the wrong wormhole and ended up here, to be used by oldies. Let’s hope no-one dies whilst I’m on the job.

• Published:October 28th, 2008
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Almost got used yesterday. But a brave and selfless pair of plastic pants stepped in and made the right impression. I returned to darkness.

• Published:October 11th, 2008
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When first awakened from my heavy slumber, my only sense is that of the muffled voices nearby. It is during this time that I get to know the names of the soon to be wearer. My companions through this dark journey. My giver of light. My deliverer of piss and shit. So…Sharon, Helen, Sarah, Rebbecca and all the rest of you, thankyou for giving me life, and Fuck You for all the other stuff you give.

• Published:October 8th, 2008
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Immortality. I often wonder as to the nature of it, with particular regard to myself and more so, my predicament. I’m pretty sure that all the people I so briefly glimse in my moments of conciousnes will all die. I mean that the nature of people. But not I. Do I have many lives or just this continuos one? It’s true, I have no clear memory of those before, and yet each new situation seems somehow familiar. It’s deeper than deja vu. At least, unlike Connor MacLeod in Highlander, I shall be spared the pain of watching those I love grow old and perish. Still, on a positive note, though my life is absolute shit, at laest I’m not Scottish!