FluffyandRuffles

There are two of us and we're 25 and 26 respectively, married I might add.  We're looking for interesting people to email/chat to on here, with the potential to hang out and discuss whatever comes to mind.  Not interested in swinging, or mommy/daddy relationships because we have our own....but any likeminded people welcome

If you're out there, let us know!

This is my own work. It was previously published on adultfriendfinder.com in the erotic stories section shortly after Christmas/New Year's. Enjoy.

-Sara-






I step into the apartment and toss my keys onto the couch, glancing around cautiously for my husband. It appeared he wasn’t home from work just yet, and I sighed with great relief as I undid the button and zipper on my jeans. It had been a long day in the trenches and all I wanted to do was light some candles, kick back on the bed and enjoy the seemingly forbidden rush of bringing myself to at least one mind bending orgasm before he came home. Before you get confused, let me bring you up to speed on a few things: I’m 25 and married, my name is Nichole, and I wear diapers. We’ve been married for almost a year, and I’ve managed to keep my secret well hidden although I think as of late he might be getting suspicious. Rightfully so, I’d imagine because its damn near impossible to conceal the bulk or the noise. Even worse than that is the fact that just wearing them nearly sends me into orgasmic fits. I’ve always wondered how he would react, or if I should tell him but I always end up chickening out and being ultra careful about when I wear them and more importantly where I put them.
I pad into the kitchen to mix up a strawberry daiquiri, my jeans now a forgotten memory draped over the couch, my sweater on a kitchen chair as I stand only in my socks, pink frilly plastic pants and a pink push up bra. There isn’t another sound in the apartment as the blender purees the mixture of rum, crushed ice, strawberries and a dash of sugar to sweet perfection, and I run my hand over my breasts and abdomen. My hand pauses on the plastic pants, the texture sending an electric thrill through my fingertips as I press harder, barely feeling the pressure through my thick diaper. I slide my hand down a bit further and massage the diaper just over my clit; the gentle shock waves are nearly enough to bring me to orgasm right where I stand and a small sigh escapes whilst I pour the mixture into a frozen daiquiri glass. I smoke a cigarette and sip a bit of the daiquiri as one hand slips past the plastic pants, past the diaper, and directly to my clit. I glance at the clock and smile wickedly to myself: three thirty, he won’t be home until at least six.
Content with that knowledge I snuff out the cigarette, swipe a drink coaster off of the kitchen counter and make my way to the bedroom. When I reach the doorway I’m not sure who is in more shock: me, because I didn’t expect him on the bed, or him from the sight of me dressed as I am. For a moment neither of us speaks and the frosted glass nearly becomes a casualty to the carpet.
“Oh my god,” his voice is just above a hoarse whisper and he’s drinking me in head to toe. I can feel my face blush just about every shade of red imaginable as I set the drink on the nightstand, too afraid to speak. I have absolutely no idea what to do or say, as the feeling of shame is almost too much for me to take so I turn quickly away. But before I have a chance to make it back out the door he is off the bed and blocking my way. His hands are in my hair and his mouth is on mine, hands working with lightning speed on the front hook bra, tongue probing my mouth, teeth nibbling my bottom lip. Almost instantly I can feel the heat between my thighs intensify as his hands work down my hips and across the plastic pants. Frantically he’s pulling them down with one hand and stroking the diaper with the other and my knees nearly buckle with pleasure.
“I’m sorry you had to find out like this. I was going to tell you, but….” He cut me off with another searing kiss. “Don’t be sorry, it’s hot.” My ears barely comprehended this and my worry instantly dissipated. I could feel the thundering of his heart while my fingertips inched slowly down his torso towards the huge bulge that was now pressing the fabric of his boxers to its limits. I started to stroke him through his shorts and I could feel a soft moan rumble in his throat. I backed him up against the wall, and painstakingly lifted the tee shirt over his head, being sure to graze the fabric lightly over his nipples. Wordlessly I commanded him to raise both hands behind his head in ‘sit up’ fashion and when he did I secured them there with a quick knot of the shirt. I kissed his ears, neck and chest, stopping at his nipples long enough to make ever narrowing circles with my tongue until he was writhing around, back against the wall. I tugged at his boxers until they were just low enough on his hips that the head of his cock peeked out at me. Lower and lower I kissed until I was on my knees and nearly eye level with his member. His whimpers and moans were urgent now; he couldn’t touch me with his hands tied behind his head. I kissed his hips, across his lower abdomen, and back again, taking great pains to avoid any contact with his manhood as I used my lips and teeth to drag the underwear down to the floor.
“Have you had enough yet?” I asked in a low growl. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was trembling. “No, I can take whatever you can give me,” was the reply.
Silly man! Did he know what he was about to deal with? I highly doubted it, as I turned him around to face the wall and delivered a hard open handed whack to his nearly hairless ivory behind. “Mmmmmm….” He was whimpering now, like a child.
“Turn back around. Do it now.” Slowly he turned back, his eyes open with a look of desire and slight fear. His throbbing erection was dripping wet, the veins bulging. No doubt it was bordering on painful. I pressed my hands against his pelvic region and slowly, deliberately licked my lips before taking just the head of his member into my mouth. His knees were knocking together, and just as slowly I took all seven inches of him into my mouth, caressing his balls and gently licking and sucking my way up and down the length of him. “Have you had enough yet?” I asked again, this time stroking him like he might stroke himself. “Y-yes ma’am, I think I’ve had enough,” he stuttered. “Good. Now you’re going to see what its like to be treated like the little boy you are. It’s time for *your* diaper.” He looked at me slightly disbelieving, and in a flash I was gone into my bedroom closet where I quickly returned with a new diaper, baby wipes, and powder.
I lay him flat on the bed; hands still bound behind his head and instructed him to raise his bottom off of the bed so I could slide the diaper underneath him. I propped him up on a pillow so that he could watch. With lightning speed and expert precision I cleaned his diaper area, pausing to stroke him as I prepared. His dick was so hard it looked like it might just explode at any given moment so I stopped stroking him and began to fasten the tapes. Again he was whimpering but there was no mistaking the look of lust in his eyes. Once I had him completely fastened up I released his hands from behind his head. He pulled me on top of him and began to kiss me savagely, hands clawing first at my diaper and then at his own. “If you don’t behave I’ll put your hands back behind your head and you won’t get to come. Now is baby boy, okay?” My voice was soft, loving, and I almost lost it right there just seeing him nearly at his own threshold, wearing nothing but a diaper and that lustful glance.
He nods to me, and doesn’t say another word as his fingers trail lightly over my plastic pants. “See? That’s a good baby.” I disentangle myself from his wandering hands and slowly, deliberately walk out of the bedroom and across the small hallway into the bathroom making sure to give him a tantalizing view of my padded ass. I swipe the well hidden bottle of massage oil out of my vanity drawer and stop in the closet for the rubber fitted sheet that I purchased online specifically for this occasion should I ever muster the courage to divulge to him my secret. Back in the bedroom he is looking at me in a perplexed manner, one hand idly stroking his cock through the diaper.
“I told you to be a good baby! I leave the room for just a second and you can’t keep your hands off of yourself!” My voice is commanding, my eyes hard. In one fell swoop I grab him by his ankles, lift his legs up over his head and deliver a series of whacks to his ass that are far louder than they are painful. “Now get up!” Silently he obeys me, his eyes never leaving mine. “W-what’s that for?” He asks, nodding toward the sheet that is now occupying the foot of the bed. “You’ll just have to find out now won’t you?” I slip the rubber sheet over the mattress, toss the blankets and pillows aside, and squeeze a sizeable amount of massage oil directly into the middle of the bed. I rub more of it into my hands and command him to turn around. His hands are flat against the wall as I begin to rub the slippery oil into his neck, shoulders, back, and down his legs. The small whimpers start again and I deliver another whack to his padded ass to stun him into silence. “Turn around.” He turns around and clasps his hands in front of him loosely as his weight shifts from foot to foot. I kiss him deeply as the massage once again starts in his neck, arms, and across his chest. I run my hands over the bulge in the front of his diaper. “Is baby’s diaper still dry?” “Yes ma’am.” He lowers his eyes back to my breasts as I continue my massage, eventually going down to one knee to get to his thighs, knees, calves and feet.
Once I have him sufficiently lubed up I remove my bra, and start rubbing the oil on my own arms, tits, stomach and legs. He stands paralyzed, one hand cupping the crotch of the diaper, the other hanging limply at his side. “Do you mind?” I ask, casting a sidelong glance over my shoulder as I hand him the massage oil. “Not at all,” he whispers back and takes the oil from me. I turn my back to him and grip his slick thighs as he starts to knead the oil into my back and shoulders. It feels exquisite and for a moment I nearly abandon my thoughts of domination and beg him to take me on the bed before I return to my senses and begin grinding my thickly covered ass against the front of him. My hands are exploring his inner thighs, the crevice behind his knees, and back up to the throbbing manhood that is waiting so impatiently behind that thick wall of fluff.
His hands slide up my back and around to the front, playing with my nipples furtively as I grind against him. My moans are now almost louder than his. I turn and kiss him, almost throwing myself into his shoulder. The suddenness of my movements knocks us both off kilter and down we go onto the covered bed, the puddle of massage oil creeping ever closer to both of us. My plastic pants are now on the floor and he’s slowly unfastening the diaper, cursing it under his breath. I, on the other hand have already loosened the top two tabs, leaving just the bottom closed as I push the diaper down over his shaft. I grip his shoulders and give him a good shove across the bed and into the puddle of oil. For a few moments we fight, an entangled mass of limbs and diapers, until I lose my grip and he has me pinned from above. By now we’re both sweaty and covered in the rich smelling oil, hearts pounding blood boiling. In this compromising position I know that I’m pretty much done for, so to speak unless I can gain the upper hand again but I don’t even bother to try. He enters me roughly and I cry out at the shock of taking him all in at once. My hips automatically start to move in tandem with his and for a few brief minutes he’s in control. That is, of course, until I slide my left leg into his knee, knock him off balance and use the opportunity to push him back against the bed.
I straddle him once again, but don’t allow him to enter me, as I fondle his balls with one hand and my clit with the other. “Oh my god….that’s so hot,” his voice is barely audible. When I can no longer stand it, I reach one lubed hand around the back and begin to stroke his already hard cock again, then rise up to take it in. His eyes bulge with surprise as I gyrate my hips hard against his, rising and falling and rising and falling. I slide up over the length of him, leaving in just the head and then slowly back down. The power struggle begins again as he grips my hips and pushes me forward so that my ass is in the air. Instantly he has be face down in the slippery mattress and he’s pounding me from the back until it hurts so bad I almost start to cry even though I have one hand furiously rubbing my clit. He stops, rolls me over on my back, and I am completely defenseless. Long gone is the dominating woman, now replaced with a knock kneed baby girl begging for just a little bit more. I’m chewing my bottom lip now, begging him not to stop. We kiss urgently and again become a tangled mess of thrusting limbs, slick with oil sweat and sex slipping and sliding all over the bed. My muscles tense in what I think must be the last orgasm I can possibly ever have as he thrusts deep once more and lets go a torrent of hot juices inside of me.


Aftermath:
We lay on the oil covered sheet for a few minutes afterwards, catching our breath and basking in the glow of to this day was the best sex we’ve ever had.
“Shower time?” He asks me in a small voice, his fingers lazily tracing lines over my breasts. “Definitely,” I nod as we move almost as one into the bathroom.
For a few minutes neither of us speaks under the hot spray as we take turns washing one another in between kisses. “Ya know….I think I could really get used to this,” he says shyly. “Good. I was afraid you’d think I was a freak,” I smile.
“Oh, you definitely are.”

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