This story is based on a true experience, but it is enhanced to give readers a more interesting story.
I had been going out with Allan for several weeks - and the "courtship" was fast, meaning I slept with him on our first date. Not normal for me. Neither is the rest of this story.
Allan and I went dancing on Saturday night. We had gone dancing before ˆ drank heavily before we left, and then we drank plenty of water at the club. It was cheaper, and you had to drink because it was so hot on the dance floor. We started home about 2:00 a.m., and were at his place by 2:30. He had two roommates but both were gone for the weekend.
We started kissing, our hands running over each other‚s bodies, and Allan said, "Want to try something different?"
“Sure," I answered, thinking he was going to ask for some anal sex. I had anal sex three times before, having two wonderful and one painful experience.
“You have to have an open mind," he warned.
“Just so you don't hurt me . . . much," I coyly responded.
Allan retrieved a plain white cotton shirt from his dresser drawer, and asked me to but it on. Only the shirt. As I was going to the bathroom to change, he beckoned me back, saying I could change there.
I also mentioned I had to go to the bathroom, and he said there would be time for that. Then he unlocked his footlocker, and took out a couple of strange things, a diaper, baby powder, a large baby bottle and a bottle of Evian.
He filled the baby bottle with Evian, and asked me to lie on the bed.
“Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
“Sure," I replied, not really knowing if I were sure anymore.
I lied on the bed, and he asked me to lift up my ass. He placed the biggest diaper I had ever seen under me, and I lowered myself onto the diaper. He then said, "its alright dear," and proceeded to powder my privates and then put the diaper on me.It was a strange feeling, and I wiggled a little. Because of the plastic and cotton construction, I could hear the plastic make noises on the bed.
“Good girl," he said, and he led me to the living room with the baby bottle and another Evian in his hand.
We sat on his roommates Lazyboy .
I sat on his lap. He cradled me in his arms and offered me the bottle. "Drink," he said.
I started to drink from the bottle, half thinking this was crazy. It took me a few seconds to get good at drinking, and soon I had emptied the bottle. We had been dancing, and I was still thirsty.
He re-filled the bottle and offered more to me.
“No thanks," I said.
He said that babies can't talk, and that I should continue to drink.
So I drank. It took me longer to finish this bottle, and he was singing me songs during this time, children’s songs.
Now I was getting uncomfortable. I had to urinate and I just came to the conclusion that is what he wanted.
I kissed him long and hard, then as we parted lips, I said, "I have to go to the bathroom. Let me up."
He patted my diapers right over my vagina (on purpose, I am sure), and said,
“That is what the diaper is for.
"I was right. Then he started patting my back, saying, "I have to burp you now.
"Maybe it was the role-playing, maybe I swallowed air while drinking from the bottle, but I actually burped. Not lady-like, but it is hard to be a lady in a big diaper on your boyfriend‚s lap early in the morning.
“Tell you what," he offered. "If you can drink one more bottle without peeing in your diaper, you can take off the diaper and pee."
“Fair enough," I said, and then he said he had to fill up the bottle. He came back with an even larger bottle, and I drank it almost as fast as the first bottle.
Then Allan said he would like to take off the diaper for me, to which I agreed, and he carried me into his bedroom again and gently lay me on the bed.
Before he took off the diaper, he wanted to play peek-a-boo with a pillow, and I was humoring him, since I knew this was a fantasy for him. When he had the pillow over my eyes and nose, he grabbed on of my wrists, and before I could stop him, he handcuffed my wrist to his headboard. Then he kissed me on the cheek and said, "Call me when you need changing" as he got up and walked out of the room. I was shocked and lay there in disbelief for several minutes. I had to urinate, but I did not want to wet myself. After about ten minutes I really had to go, and knowing no alternative, I began to pee. When I started to go, the feeling was strange, as the absorptive material in the diaper kept the urine from my skin. But I continued to pee and filled the diaper with urine. I could feel a warm, itchy feeling because of this, and I called Allan to the room. I could smell myself as he entered, and a grin was on his face. "
Punkin had a wee-wee," he said as it was evident he got his wish.
He had the handcuff key in his fingers, and he immediate uncuffed me.
Let me get that, he offered, and he took off my wet diaper, smelling me as he was unfastening the Velcro. He lifted down the diaper, the bottom of which was still between the bed and me. I looked up at him and his erection. He was loving this.
I said, "Too bad you can't fuck babies," and laughed. "Please clean me up, you pervert."
Then he parted my vaginal lips, caked with wet baby powder and smelling of urine, and he drove his member deep inside of me.
It surprised me for a moment, and we started fucking harder than we had ever fucked. He came quickly, then often that night.
We had to wash all of his sheets the next morning, they smelled strongly of urine and sex. That was the last time I would ever have sex with him. It was great that night, but it was too much for me.
To this day, when I smell urine, I remember Allan. I wonder how many other women wore diapers for him.
I have found a new, free sex game (new to me, not new to everyone). It is called Viva-Ponata.
If you have not heard of it, you can check it out at the following link:
If you use the link, I get credit for the referral (if you reach level 5), and I get 25 diamonds (which is a type of currency in the game).
The game is a sort of a sexual simulation game. You pick your name, you can earn money by performing various illegal acts (selling Viagra, stolen DVDs, turning tricks). And you also can enhance your appearance (which adds to your beauty, so you can get a better job, for instance). I am a fairly tame character in real life, so this allows me to let my hair down. I mean, I look forward to turning tricks – someone has to choose your ass among all the prostitutes working the streets.
I am by no means an expert at the game, but it is a fun diversion. If you want to try it, sign up (free), and write me or my online spouse. We can help you out.
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