I am Diaper

• Published:June 10th, 2010
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And God said that one day, I too, would find salvation. And then I should sit at his right hand. maybe he was mistaken, and he meant that I would feel “her right hand”.

• Published:February 1st, 2010
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Maybe my belief in God is misplaced. What has he done for me? Only telling me that my suffering has a porpose. But exactly “what” purpose, he cannot say. I mean, what’s the fucking point? Create me, make me suffer, and then keep me in the dark about why. Well, fuck you! I shall covert. Become a Jew, Muslim….any fucking thing but not follow you.

Dear Lord, forgive me. Sometimes my suffering is greater than I can bare. I love you.

• Published:November 11th, 2009
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I lay on the table open and awaiting the model. The sun shines through the window and it plays it’s dappled light across the white fluffyness of my body. And for just a fleeting moment, I saw the sun rising over white clouds.

• Published:September 15th, 2009
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I wake up to the sound of rain againgst the window. I am falling into the grey damp sadness of the lonely. Who will save me? Who will care for me?

• Published:August 12th, 2009
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A girks voice says “I am Trudie”. She goes on to talk ofher oyfriend, other porn jobs and, of course, the all important “money”. On being told the fee, she hurtfully says tha she’ll not demean herself to wear a diaper for so little cash. But I have seen her soul. She has bills to pay for her loser boyfriend, a monthly car payment to make on that stupidly expensive car she bought toshow off to her needy friends, and a cocaine habit tofeed. Oh….and she is a complete idiot! In the end, I ave to smile as the photographer ends up fucking her in a diaper, and in the ass to boot. Drinks are on te house!

• Published:May 22nd, 2009
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• Published:February 24th, 2009
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Awoken to the sound of grunting and straining. Then something hot and heavy falls into me. Jesus…the smell. I want to gag. Dante believed that Hell was not some universal punishment for all, but would be tailered to fit our sins. So what have I done to deserve this?

• Published:February 14th, 2009
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The shoot is over. Thank God. And even though my diapered body is ripped from the model and then thrown, torn and broken, into the rubbish bin, it matters not. For now I shall take flight into the multiverse, and shall rest until the next time, when I shall be born whole again. So, though God destroys, he then makes me whole again. I praise him through my salty tears.

• Published:February 8th, 2009
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Lots of fidgeting and suddenly the bright studio lights sting my eyes.I look up to see a chick sucking cock, sucking like sucking cock is going outta fashion! She pulls away and I watch a spurt of sperm shoot into her open mouth. Thank God it’s her whose taken it and not me, as the very floury smell makes me want to hurl, and having that warm sticky stuff all over me just makes me want to die. But wait a minute. She’s looking down. Right at me. And then she starts to dribble that disgusting gunk onto my head. Fuck.

• Published:January 27th, 2009
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Here’s a thought: diapersex…..as in “what sex (male or female) is a diaper”? When I awake on a chick, I’ feeling pretty indifferent. But when I awake on a guy, well, I do feel this kinda “negative” feeling deep down somewhere in my gut. So I guess that makes me a “male” or at least “male-ish”. And yet, I never get turned on, get hot, or feel any sort of stirring (sexual or otherwise) when I feel a hot pussy on my head. Perhaps things might be different if I was a tampon or a panty pad.