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1. Earliest diaper memory: playing at my neighbors house who used to babysit my brother and I - using my little brothers diapers, the neighbors kids used to play 'house'. 2. The first time you realized you liked diapers: I remember wearing and getting caught when I was very young 5/6 at home one night when I put one on before bed. I was so embarrassed because my mum did not understand. 3. Unique or memorable diapers sightings: I've got nothing. Unless you count my second girlfriend raiding my diaper stash on my birthday - only to surprise me in the car when she was wearing one and then wet it (pampers size 7).That's in the spank bank and you guys are welcome). 4. Times you have been caught or exposed: when I was 5/6 - again when I was 13 (when I was 13 it was for sexual gratification and that was awkwardddddd). 5. When you have told or confessed to someone else: Both of my long term girlfriends (one is now my fiancée), and both of them were extremely accepting and cool with it. Any stories I've written on here are actual events with my first girlfriend. 6. The first time you wore: 5/6 for fulfilling an unknown desire - once I hit puberty it was for sexual gratification. I managed to get my first diapers after puberty around 13. 7. The first time you bought: 16/17 I think. 8. Discovering that there are others like you: the Internet is a grand thing. Yahoo was my friend. I thought I was just one messed up little dude until then, but I didn't care, it felt great. 9. Being ridiculed: by my mom the few times she caught me - so awkward at the time, but it's water under the bridge now. 10. Favorite moment: telling my first girlfriend after being with her for two years about my fetish. I remember the first time she touched and held that diaper (pampers size 6 baby dry) and then wore it and was cool with it, I was in heaven. I love run on sentences - how about you? Then to luck out and have my grade school and lifelong crush get into it with me (right away). You know what - I'm bored and might just write that story today, lol.

Thank you CB

Saw this photo blogged and can't seem to identify the diaper this girl is wearing. Looks larger than a size 7 cruiser. I'd be surprised if it was a Huggies. Curious to see how these would fit my wife since we don't like the sides of the cruisers. Let me know if you know, thanks. http://diaperedgirl.tumblr.com/post/24669074691

Thanks guys, Much appreciated. That will be the last story about Emily. I'm going to carry on after this with Taylor, more stories, more adventures lots more fun. I promise.

I just hope they are enjoying the story. I take no news as good news. Read on my fellow diaper-ites, read on. There's more to come. Need more time to develop the next sections.

**Note: This story was written in a much shorter time period than the first and as a result I chose to post it after only one revision. There is a good chance that the grammar may be incorrect in some areas. Forgive me and enjoy the story. Preface: Emily and I spent some intimate fetish moments together; many very similar to the ‘First Moment’, some, derivatives of that. One of my more memorable moments was an overnight at her place. While Emily was a very smart and talented girl, she lacked the ability to read into situations that did not present themselves fully. Nor did she take advantage of the fact that I liked diapers, at least not as often as I had wished. Regardless of that fact, sexually I was gratified. Her being my first serious intimate relationship and vice-versa, we enjoyed exploring each other’s boundaries. With her, there was very little to explore, so my boundaries were within my limits. Hers however were being pushed beyond their boundaries and so it was always difficult to know how much more to push. To avoid the possibility of rejection, I pushed lightly and made it so that she would have to make a decision. Sometimes this required some ‘sneakyness’ if you will, on my part. The end results were pure ecstasy. (The Overnight) I arrived at her house no less that two minutes after I said I would be there. I was relatively punctual and had no reason not to be. In Emily’s mind, this was to be an ordinary overnight. In my mind however I had hoped for more. Sure we were going to have sex, but I enjoyed that edge, that adrenaline and endorphin rush I received when sex was combined with a catalyst. The problem for someone who does not share the ability to have a catalyst is that they do not understand the above expectations that catalysts provide. Each moment of the drive I had planned out how I had hope the evening would go. To be honest I barely remember the drive, not that one would, she only lived 15 minutes away. I knocked on her door, well dressed, clean shaven and holding onto a knapsack which was casually draped over my shoulder, I prepared for a perhaps fetish filled evening. Unbeknownst to Emily, the knapsack was full of Pampers and Pull-ups. I had no need to bring anything like pyjamas, deodorant or various other toiletries as I already had them at her place. The knapsack should have been a dead indication that something was up. She opened the door, and as usual I was greeted with a smile, a kiss and a big hug. I always reciprocated with something more, something devious. A kiss on the open skinned shoulder, a hug that transitioned into me holding her peach shaped bum so that contact between our crotches was only restricted by the jeans we wore. It let her know she was all I wanted tonight. Emotionally and sexually. ‘Hey baby, how was your day?’ I asked. The casual small talk was usually dealt with in person instead of on the phone. ‘Good as always, just finished having some dinner and I was watching some TV.’ Pretty plain answer to a pretty plain question. She followed with, ‘Wanna join me?’ ‘Of course.’ came the reply. I stepped in and headed towards her room to make an obvious point about the bag. The point obviously wasn’t so obvious. ‘What’s in the bag?’ She asked so plainly, it was obvious she could not have figured it out. ‘Just some pyjamas, toothbrush, toothpaste….deodorant.’ I responded just as plainly to gauge her reaction. I had hoped for some sort of hint to the obvious. Some sign that she had picked up on my obvious lack of hiding what it was that I had planned. Her reply was simple. ‘Ok, I thought you already had most of that here, and you know I have toothpaste.’ I continued to walk in and deposit the knapsack next to her bed. Stunned I turned around and walked back into the living room to sit down and watch some TV. Let’s pause for a second and recap on what I was hoping for, but was too cautious to ask. *****************************Recap********************************* ‘What’s in the bag?’ She asked suggestively. ‘Just some pyjamas, toothbrush, toothpaste….deodorant.’ ‘Oh really, I’m pretty sure you have everything you already need here, except for one thing.’ ‘Really, what might that be?’ ‘Let me take that heavy bag off your shoulders and put it in my room.’ As I handed the bag off to her, she looked at me with one of those sexually devious looks that would make you worry that she might actually step well beyond your boundaries. With that, she walked towards her room and said, ‘Why don’t you have a seat, I’ll be right back.’ She was gone for not more than five minutes before she returned in her pyjamas, but not the same black thong she was wearing before she had gone in. Instead she had returned wearing the Pull-Ups I had conveniently placed in the laptop pouch of the bag. As she stepped closer we embraced. She let the top of her pyjamas sit just below the top of the Pull-ups. I was harder than titanium at this point and she knew it. I was pitching a tent like it was going out of style. ‘Those are some pyjamas, toothpaste and toothbrush you have in your bag, not to mention the deodorant.’ She smiled as she kissed me, knowing full well she had me in the palm of her hand. ‘Did I misinterpret what you had planned for tonight?’ she asked playfully. No she had read me like a bad bluff in a high stakes poker game. I was going to get fucked. Literally. **************************End of Recap********************************** No, I was not so lucky. May be my ability to insinuate through the obvious was a poor way to make my intentions clear. I moved on. We sat there, watching what I believe was the Italian Job. Her, snuggled into my chest, with my long arms holding her close. She had no idea what I had hoped for other than the fact that I came over to spend time with her and watch a movie. Yes I had hoped for an evening with her, but with a twist. Twists are always fun, they keep life original. The entire way through the movie, I had wondered if she had at any point picked up on the fact, that I had no need to bring a knapsack other than to tote around goodies that can’t be toted around by a man out in the open. If you think otherwise, I dare you to step outside in the city, with a transparent grocery bag full of Pampers and Pull-ups. The movie had ended. It was getting late, and the time for sex as well as sleep (sex was primary) was drawing nearer. We decided to make out for a bit on the couch. Why not, she was there cuddled and warm. Kiss after warm kiss helped prepare me for what was to come, but it was not the way I had hoped for. It was so original, so plain. Perhaps if we were comparing this to steaks, it was overdone. I needed a little HP Sauce. I needed spice. Was I prepared to ask for the spice and risk offending the steak? Not yet. ‘Mmm, you feel great.’ She exclaimed. ‘So do you.’ as I reached under the blankets and rubbed her gently. Each passing moment I had hoped she would suggest something with some spice, but the original over-done steak continued. We moved from the living room to the bedroom. I had hoped she would spot the knapsack full of precious items that would add so much, for so little. Those pieces of plastic, crinkly, sweet smelling plastic, that create a rush of blood to the head would do so much for me in this moment, and in series, her. Yet she neglected it. She loved to do it ‘cowboy’. Sometimes I would have her on top with her back on my stomach, just so I could caress and kiss her neck as I inserted my fingers, ever so gently into her swollen vagina. The muscles tensed and I hit the spots. She loved it. It was like a friendly-stranger. Like masturbation without feeling like it was masturbation. Her cum gently dripped down the sides of her bum and onto my crotch. I was never into golden showers, but if it was anything like this slow and sensuous warming sensation on my skin, then I could perhaps learn to like it. This was how I warmed her up. ‘Mmmm, keep pushing baby.’ She said. I continued to push against the spot, index and all, until finally she was ready. Rolling onto her front she reached for Him. My member, while hard, was hardly the figure he could be. Sex was great to me, but the diapers are like a turbocharger. They extract that little bit extra that comes from the engine. That driving force that wants to be stronger. As I slid in, I could tell she was clearly close. I was doing all right. I was no where nearer though to calling ‘abandon ship’. She kissed me. First the upper of my neck, and then she moved down. I assume she was hoping to turbo charge the ‘boys’. There was only one solution, and she was going every which way around it. At this point I felt so offended that she could forget such an important fact that I decided to be difficult. She got off, and with every bit of a valiant effort, she made him as hard as he could be. Those lips, how I forgot how effective they were. Like a hungry man on a hunger strike, I gave in and my ‘boys’ were charged. She had built more than the Eifel tower. She climbed aboard the sex train, and feeling guilty I did everything I could to make her feel amazing. The rocking of her hips provided the rhythm of the night, and like clockwork, the plumbing began leaking all over me. To describe what it is like, is difficult at the best of times. It starts off much like a watered down honey. No particular odour, other than the absolute faintest smell of urine. Soon it turns into a spilled cup of warm water, and sooner than not you are heading for the Class 5 rapids of orgasm. The bed was clearly taking the beating for this one. She apologized. ‘I’m sssorryy….uhhhh…oh my god’ She exclaimed. ‘It’s ok.’ I stated ‘Keep going, make it worth it.’ ‘Mmmhmmm, oh my god, oh my god.’ And then like the biggest present at Christmas morning I saw and felt what signalled to be the finale. Her lips pursed and the flow turned into a flood. Her eyes closed, she came without regard for her mattress or her sheets. I held her close. A deep kiss helped silence the inevitable moans that would fill the apartment and alert neighbours to her sexually deviant behaviour. Just that sight alone, and the sensations of wetness between my legs, regardless of diapers or otherwise sexually aiding devices, helped me cum hard. It was a rush, a rush of men to the front lines. I filled her full. She could tell, as she looked at me and smiled and continued to stick to a de-creshendo-ing rhythm. She sat up and slid off. My dick continued to pulse. She must have assumed I was sexually satisfied, and by that I mean to the point where one does not wish to continue. However she was gravely mistaken. I had hoped for more. I had hoped for much more. As she prepared for bed, I continued for hope that she might realize I was looking for some adventure, some step away from the ordinary day to day. I was to be left unfounded. We laid there, her falling asleep quite contempt. I on the other hand could not. I finally managed to fall asleep, lightly, as I awoke a few hours later again harder than a crammed Calculus exam. I thought to myself, there is only one solution. I have to wear them. I have to melt that craving by giving into it. If she was not to acknowledge it, then I would take care of it myself. I moved with the precision of a spy. Not once did she budge. Slowly I undid the zipper of the knapsack, one click at a time until I had enough room to slide the diapers free from their confinement. The sound as I squeezed them together turned me on, the excitement of perhaps being caught, while it not really mattering turned me on. Every single element of what I was doing had me roaring to go at 3am. I slid off the bed and towards the connecting washroom. The diapers tucked in my waistband were teasing me in a way a stripper teases your perverted friend. Part of me had hoped I would be caught in the act, another part of me had hoped I would get away with my devious plan. How devious was it really? Not very. I was planning on connecting three Pampers size 6 diapers together to form one gigantic one, strap it on and walk out, all the while pretending I was going to the washroom. I turned on the light and began my task. I unfolded each diaper with grace and I prepared to strap them together. One for the front, two for the rear. Finally I had them together. This was only the initial, loose stage. Next came the fitting. Standing up, I slid them through my legs and pulled the left strap around to meet the left front panel. Snap went the tab. Normally it’s so quiet, but at 3am when there isn’t another sound, it’s pretty loud. There we go left side done up – now for the right. Snap went the second tab. The front pulled against my erection. Encapsulating it in softness. I’m regularly a pretty tough guy, but man simple pleasures. This just felt right. Now came the adjustment. Things were lose, and a snug diaper always feels better. I snugged up the supporting tabs, as quietly as I could. Regardless the Velcro versus the covering of the diaper made the best sound. Finally I could feel things coming together. Not only was my dick encapsulated, it was held snug. Every movement would essentially give me a diaper ‘waist-band’ job. I pulled my boxers up and just as I was about to pull them all the way up, I had decided, why not throw caution to the wind. It was dark enough I figured. I turned off the light and stepped out. Boxers in hand I walked towards the bed with my erection covered only via the help of a Pampers diaper. All she had to do was open her eyes and she would have seen me clear as day, the white covering and Sesame Street figures shining through the dark. Alas, she remained sleeping. I crawled in again next to her and threw my boxers towards my knapsack. Snuggling back up I had a rejuvenated enthusiasm. The snuggling must’ve pulled her out of her deep sleep, as she pushed her bum right up against my diapered hard-on. It obviously was not enough though to wake her to the realisation that her boyfriend was diapered beside of her. No matter, we had all night. And so we again feel asleep. I diapered as the big spoon, and her comfortably not diapered as little spoon. I awoke around 7:30am, it was early, especially considering what I had done earlier in the morning. My hard-on numbed through diaper and spooning asphyxiation, I rolled over to get some air. My rolling awoke her as well and she rolled onto her back and rubbed her eyes. The first words since we had said goodnight were, ‘Morning sleepy.’ With a kiss, she wrapped arms around me and held me tight, somehow not feeling the bulkiness, which lied below. Normally as a tired individual, I would have smiled and gone back to sleep, but not today. As I came out of the sleep fog, I rolled into her and pulled her tight, knowing that any moment from here on in, unless she got out of bed and walked out the front door she was going to find out what I was hiding. It had my blood pumping. ‘Mmmmmmm’ she exclaimed with a mouthful of tongue. ‘That feels good’ I continued on, without words, only excitement. ‘You’re making me wet hun, mmmm.’ Finally I felt her hand sliding down my back, going exactly where I knew she would go. Normally she would have slid it under the waistband of my boxers and squeezed my bum, but she was out of normality. She had ventured into the unknown. Every inch she covered on my back towards the discovery, added what seemed like an extra inch to my penis. The kissing intensified right until her hand hit the jackpot. She paused mid-kiss. With lips connected I could tell her mind was processing what her hands told her she was feeling. Unsure of what her response was going to be, my hearing was sharper than Ray Charles, like that moment after a flashbang, I laid there, her hand on my diapered bum, our lips together, and my arms holding her tight. I awaited her response. She finally broke the kiss, and leaned in even further and whispered, ‘Do you have one for me, or is this a diapered boys party only?’ With renewed excited vigour I squeezed my diapered crotch into hers, making it feel like there was nothing between us. ‘I guess that is a yes’ She then broke the make-out session, and reached into the knapsack and pulled out a Pull-up. She slid off her pyjamas and thong and slid on the Pull-ups. If the Pampers size 6 was meant to fit her, then these might as well been her casual underwear. She could have worn these day in and day out without a soul noticing them, except for me. ‘How about you try and make these wet instead.’ ‘Where did this sexual minx come from’ I wondered. ‘Watch those flowers dissapear!’ I exclaimed. I sat up and rolled on top and un-caged the beast. This is who she was looking for last night. This was the man, well diapered-man she was hoping would rock her body like a California earthquake. I kissed and licked her breasts and caused her nipples to feel like warm marbles. They were sticking so far out they might as well have been. I moved lower, each kiss causing her body to distort in ways the spine was not designed to do. My hands, underneath the cover of the diaper and wrapped firmly around her bum helped to raise it off the bed and towards my lips. With each kiss I could sense she was getting closer. I took a quick look at the flowers. Nothing. Dry. I worked my way a little lower and kissed the front of her Pull-Ups with a little added pressure. Voila. Slowly I could see the flowers fading. She needed more. Sliding my left hand from around her bum, still underneath the cover of her diaper, and towards her vagina, I split the lips and penetrated with my fingers. My thumb keeping a swirling pressure on the outside, my index and my middle on the g-spot while the others waited on the sidelines. I worked towards exactly what I liked to see; a soaking wet, well used diaper. I let her bum down against the bed and used my right hand to provide a mix of pressure. Like a surgeon cleaning a wound, I used every inch of the front of that diaper to soak up her honey mess. She was getting close and I know she always liked cuming with me, not to mention I was getting left out here. To be honest, I did not mind. To see a sight like that, one would go without sex for a few hundred years, or in my case 30 seconds. As if reading the thrusts of my hips, she reached down with every available inch of her arm and massaged me. Pop, those tabs gave out quick, and the diaper swung to the right side of my waist. My hard-on was in plain view and she knew exactly what she wanted, as much as I had known what I wanted. In he went, and without a seconds delay. She moaned as I thrust deep into her. The sound of the diapers together turbocharged him and each pulse pushed against the inside. I pushed harder and deeper until I could hear the sides of the Pull-ups giving in. I didn’t care, this was wilder than anything the animal kingdom could dream up. ‘Oh baby, you’re so hard today, what’s gotten into you’ Normally I would have followed this statement with an answer, but the genuiness of the question meant she still did not realize. She was either being facetious or dumb. At this point I did not care, as I had reached the top of Everest. I backed off and with the adrenaline charged strength I had received from the diapers, I rolled her over into a position I knew would again finish off the diapers, and the bed. She thrust not realizing the intense pleasure she was causing me. I don’t think it mattered to her because she was right there with me and with that I felt the pool of watered honey stream out of the Pull-up and onto my crotch, soaking my Pampers, which as I rolled over had conveniently done back up with my dick sticking out the side. ‘Hun I’m going to come..uhhh….oohhhhhh’ She put her hand over my mouth to prevent me from waking her neighbours. Hers however was just as wide and letting out a long and powerful moan. ‘Come baby, come for me…….mmmmmmmmmmm uhhhh’ She said as she felt the semen filling her. We had finished together. She slid off and rolled down beside me. Kissing me and caressing my body. I took my soaked and battered diapers off and put them at the side of the bed. I never had much lust to wear a diaper after sex. Much like when a guy avoids cuddling after sex. This was my cuddle avoidance. I rubbed her bum, oh that peach shaped bum and realized, nearly the entire diaper was soaked. ‘Baby, would you mind changing me, I’m getting cold.’ My eyes shot open, and a smile grew across my face. Did she just say that? I reached over her and into the bag, and pulled out a Pampers. I thought to myself, may be that would absorb more? To me it did not matter, I loved the feeling of her cum. I removed the Velcro siding on the Pull-ups and proceeded to remove it. Unfolding the Pampers I asked her to split her legs a bit. Sliding the Pampers up and into position, I could sense my dick getting hard again. Blood was filling the membranes. Pop, as I opened the tab to pull it around her gorgeous curvaceous waist, I could feel my dick growing. I asked her to lift her right hip as she was leaned on her right side. Pop, the right tab opened up and with that I was nearly at half mass. As I pushed the tab in place and adjusted the diaper and stepped back and saw her at full view, I was again at full mast. It had been less that 1 minute, and I was again ready to roar full steam ahead. If this wasn’t a sign of how easy it was to take control, I don’t know what was, and boy I loved how she looked. I imagined for a moment what might be in store in the future. So many possibilities. For now, let’s stick with number 1.

Preface: I have always thought about writing such a story, about my experiences with the two girls I have ever truly been with and shared my secret. I am a diaper lover. I am not into AB'ism, Sissy'ism, Domin'ism or any other 'ism other than diaper lov'ism. Nor am I an English major, however I think I can manage to entice some of my readers into wanting to feel my thoughts and emotions throughout the course of the last 4 years of my life. There is no need to delve into my deep past, as I'm sure it is very similar to yours and many others who choose to be apart of this online community. Whatever your choice for reading this story, be it sexual, or purely as entertainment, I hope you enjoy the thoughts I might provoke you into imagining. There are two distinct parts, not all will be written at once am I am very honestly doing this on the 'fly'. A set of tales will be about my exploration with my first, and another set will be of my second. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, however any suggestions as to where the story should go is irrelevant, as it is based on my past experiences. I find it invokes more emotion to write a story as such and allows the reader to become more involved. I also think it provides a fresh breath of air, as much of what I see floating (not all, but a good portion) on the board for stories are so far fetched, it becomes a bore and in some circumstances a turn-off. Without further ado (sp?), let the his-story begin... (The First Moment) She knocks on the front door, with each knock I feel an uneasiness and excitement brewing inside. I stand up out of my desk chair, and head towards her. I can already smell her perfume, a sweet aroma I always associated with May-bells. I opened the door and looked at her, and in a flash of seeing her I imagine what might unfold soon. With a kiss, she speaks, oh she speaks so softly. ‘You going to let me in mister, or am I going to have to stand out here all night?’ With a smile I nodded and stepped back from the entrance and let her in. ‘How was the drive over?’ I asked, a slight excitement accentuates each word. ‘Good’ she says with suspicion ‘..is everything all right’ she smiles. ‘Yup, everything is all right’ Everything will be all right I think to myself, or will it be. I lead her to my room, to be honest I had no need to lead her she knew the way. We had been dating for over two years, come to think of it our three year anniversary was only two months away. Emily was one of those girls you take for granted at first sight. Unassuming, curly brown hair, freckles parading across her cheeks, and those green eyes, how could I have missed those green eyes. At 5’8”, she was not the shortest girl I had ever met, but that was probably a good thing. Relatively fit, she loved the outdoors, so that being said, her body was quite attractive. I thought to myself watching her walk into my room and sit on my bed, in the style she had grown so accustomed to doing over the last three years, would she actually be able to fit into what I had hoped she might. I was sizing up my own girlfriend, how weird is that? She looked at me and said ‘What are you really horny or something tonight?’ I replied with a hint of a smirk ‘Not yet, but may be soon’ With that the casual dirty smile she had paraded into my room with and onto my bed, turned into a ‘bite the lower lip’ and ‘what is he thinking’ brow curve. I asked her how her day went, and what she got up to. Casual relationship babble – don’t get me wrong I loved talking to her but I was so distracted in thought. The only thing on my mind was then age-old question pondered by many men; to tell or not to tell, that was the question. I thought to myself, some of the best relationships are built on secrets, and remembering that was corny comedic quote from a movie, I shook my head and continued to listen to her talk. Correction, listen to myself think while she talked. I turned to my computer for support, something to distract my mind. She must have noticed my half listening spiel, and finally asked, ‘Well you asked me to come over cause you want to talk, but you aren’t talking’ With that I froze. If there ever was a decision moment, this was it. I had planned for months on how to approach the subject. I wanted to share it with her, the most secretive part of me. This was the secret of secrets, and anyone who was not driven completely by madness would have waved a white flag and sought an alternate means of carrying on the conversation. With a slight hesitation in my voice and hoping she might break the following question with some sort of answer that might have made me feel a little easier, I moved forward with my plan. ‘Well, I was wondering…’ my brain at this point trying to calculate the thousands of possible answers she could offer and so I trudged on, ‘do you have any sexual fantasies?’ She stopped, and smiled and managed to come back with the one answer I was really hoping she wouldn’t. ‘Not really…do you?’ she stopped and tried to read me. ‘May be’ I said, ‘I was really hoping you might say you did’ I left the door open, and she walked right in, like a bee to honey or any other analogy you can think of, this was it. ‘So what is it?’ I was unable to utter the words to her. In my mind this was everything I could possibly hide. I moved over and laid beside her on the bed. We went back and forth for a good half an hour, me trying to dodge the subject. I was now waiving the white flag. I had put myself in a corner. ‘Leave me be, I’m not ready to give it up’ I thought to myself. She finally pleaded with me. ‘I really want to know what it is, and I promise I will be open minded. Is it….’ She guessed for three quarters of an hour, before she started narrowing it down. Yes we were playing the hot and cold game. Suffice it to say, it works. It allows you an exit if you really can’t do it, but alas she looked at me, and with that look and a smirk she uttered, ‘No, it’s not….is it?’ Her last few guesses managed to narrow it to a white, article of clothing, worn around the waist. Her last guess being, 'Would a baby wear it?' I did not need to give her an answer, the obvious red face was enough of a signal. My heart sank as I had no idea how she would take the news. She continued on asking more detailed questions – I attempted to keep things simple. Well how simple could I keep things. I liked diapers sexually. Finally she said what I wanted to hear. ‘You don’t have any in here do you?’ I nodded yes and she got out of the bed, looking around puzzled as to where I would hide such an item. Finally I led her to the spot – already you could smell the smell only a Pampers diaper could have. I opened the container and she reached in pulling out the crinkly garment. Just hearing someone else touch it and hold it was turning me on – I had to resist seeming ‘over-the-top’. The first words she said since she stepped out of bed and up until she held it were, ‘At least they smell nice’ I smiled and we sat back down as she unfolded it and checked it out. Every bit of me was ready to tear her clothes off and put only one thing back on her, but I resisted, for the moment. I had to have clear evidence she was ok with it. Lucky for me as my patience grew thin, she asked, ‘Well, what are we supposed to do with this?’ A million diaper fantasies skimmed through my head, and as I reached for one I managed to pick the obvious one, ‘I’d like you to wear it.’ A simple but modest answer. She should have no trouble with that. ‘I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet.’ She replied, and with that my heart sank. I pleaded with her. ‘I promise it will be fine, why not try it to see and we can go from there?’ She bit her lip again, this time in thought. I knew what she was thinking. Since the first day I knew her she was self-conscious and always thought about what other people thought before she could think about what she thought. Finally she gave in, reluctantly. Peer pressure 1, Self Conscious 0. She undid the top of her low-rider jeans, and to help make her feel more apt to continuing on, I gently kissed her tummy as well as every inch of skin there down. She finally had her jeans down around her knees. God she looked good. I asked if she could lift her bum and with ease she did. Just as quickly as she had lifted, I slid the diaper between her legs. The snap of each tab opening up to wrap around those gorgeous hips made me hard. She realized my excitement, it wasn’t hard to see, and in reverse she undid my pants and looked at me as I finished taping her diaper. ‘If you like diapers, then would you want one put on you?’ I nearly came. My jaw dropped, I had not prepared for this question. My head was ready to say ‘No, it’s alright, my attention is to you tonight’, but my other head was already moving full steam ahead and so it spoke for the rest of my body, minus the brain. ‘Yyyyesss, please..?’ I answered questionably. She stood up, and I will never forget that moment. As she stood, that Pampers diaper hugged her hips like they were made for her. She went back over to the bin and grabbed one, but before she turned around she knew right away, ‘This is not going to fit you.’ I responded ‘I know, but I have a way, let me show you.’ She returned with three and I worked my magic on making it big enough. She proceeded in sliding it under me, and as she did my dick began to pulse. She gently reached down and stroked it. The utter emotions, the utter pleasure derived from such a simple action was to be superseded as she put her mouth around the tip of my penis. I was losing control very quickly, she could tell by the way my hips were thrusting with each soft yet firm lick from that tongue of hers’. ‘Whoa Tiger, let’s slow things down.’ With that she did up the front of the Pampers. I don’t know how, but she managed to get it done up, with a sizeable lump distorting the Sesame street cartoons. She threw one leg up and over and straddled me and began kissing my neck. Gently she whispered into my ear, ‘How’s this fantasy going?’ Without saying a word, I kissed her back and lifted her shirt. Next was the bra. She reciprocated the action and we kissed, each kiss causing my hips to thrust into hers. Each thrust causing her to moan ever so lightly as the bulge in my diaper(s) rubbed through her diaper and onto her sweet spot. My hands slid down the soft delicate skin on her back onto the back of the diaper and her bum. I loved her bum. Like a peach if you will, there lacks any other description. I pulled her bum in tighter, squeezing her front in, and with that she breathed deeply into my ear. Without words I knew she was enjoying the attention, she was enjoying the fact that she finally knew something about me so deep, it was pure honesty. Somehow that turned her on. My hand transitioned from the posterior to the interior of her diaper. It was wet…IT WAS WET?! My dick grew another 2 inches. I, for a brief moment, forgot she was one of God’s gifted girls that could cum and get so wet that she often soaked entire mattresses, something I learned from some of our previous sexual escapades. I whispered into her ear, ‘I think your diaper is a little wet hun.’ She replied ever so quickly. ‘Indeed you are correct’ My fingers slipped beyond the outer confines of the diaper and into her vagina, gently caressing her g-spot. With each come-hither motion, more honey filled her diaper. Her body began thrusting against the motion of my fingers. The kissing intensified. I could feel the heat coming from her body. Like a sun before it goes supernova, her body was preparing for its final show. She might as well have dumped a cup of water into her diaper, because it was getting real wet. Each thrust I could feel the muscles quivering. Her lips, unable to remain closed, she continued to thrust. The ‘mooshing’ of the diapers together was a sound I had longed for. Finally I had helped her achieve what I was looking for, a true blue diaper orgasm. Her arms struggling under the intense pleasure, pushing her body against the pressure of my fingers. I stroked quickly and efficiently, kissed every inch of skin I could reach on her neck and face. There diaper was clearly doing it’s job. If she was wearing a pull-ups, this would have been the moment the flowers disappeared. Finally she climaxed, unable to keep the energy bottled inside, she moaned as each passing wave of that concoction of sexual chemicals filled her blood stream. I could feel the muscles tightening, caressing my fingers. I began pulling back to give her an after moment. She kissed me as she caught her breath, and as she did, I could feel her lips break a smile. She knew I was harder than anything and took advantage of that. She sat a little more upright to take the weight of her arms, and reached through the sides of the diaper. My hips thrust out at the sensation of feeling her hands, as if shouting ‘YES, MORE, DO IT’. ‘She tisked gently, as she slowly shook her head.’ What are we to do about this? Gently she moved her arm up and down. The crinkling of plastic of the Pampers, combined with the sensations of getting a hand job while wearing a diaper was intoxicating. I’ve had sex drunk, I have had sex high, and this was beyond all of that. Perhaps diaper sex high will have to be my next feat, so far so good. Her left leg swung over with the grace of a Chinese acrobat, and accordingly so did her right. She was now reverse cowboy, and I was the ride of the day. The diaper under all this strain, could take no more. The pressure from my penis and Emily’s hand below the cover of the diaper was too much and so the tab popped open, only to reveal a handful of a throbbing member. ‘Hmmm’ she stated plainly, as if examining the situation. And with that, her butt, along with the soaking Pampers size 6, came sliding up my chest towards my face and down her head went. It was unbelievable, the pure pleasure derived from that tongue and saliva. She wasn’t overly experienced when it came to felacio, but I could care less, it felt amazing. With a mixture of delicate hands, lips and tongue, along with a side of good old saliva, my dick was ready to explode. As any good boyfriend would do, I gave her a heads up of what was to cum. Pun intended. She gave me the all too familiar, ‘mmmmm….that’s what I wanted to hear.’ Even the stamina of a ninja would have been pressed by now, I could hold no longer, and like a bolt of lightning, I felt the tingle along with immense pleasure as she continued, unrelenting to milk my dick. Each stroke, causing me to thrust into her mouth. Each lick, causing another nut to bust. She was able to keep her mouth on it for a few seconds, but granted the spray was too much, so she was all too happy to stroke as I came. Finally I had finished. That’s all she wrote. As quickly as this mini-adventure had started, we had arrived at our destination. She spun around and rubbed her diaper. ‘Man, you got me wet. This feels so weird…’ She moved closer and whispered. ‘…I kind of like it.’ With that she kissed me on my neck again and put her head on my chest. I think she fell asleep, as the after sex concoctions kicked in. I laid there though, with her on top of my chest and her wet diaper leaning against my penis. What a perfect moment I though. The first of many moments I only could have before this, dreamt about. **I have included a photo of a girl (not Emily) who I think is beautiful, and reminds me of Emily. I never had any photos of Emily in a diaper so I would not be able to post one regardless. Enjoy.

Heya, If you need some help or questions or just some plain ol' support - gimme a shout - I've gone through what you're going through twice with obviously two different girls. You can give me a shout on msn, or by e-mail, no need to be shy boarder_4life(at)hotmail.com I may be able to help you with that confidence issue when it comes to making that next step in telling him what you're going through... How long have you been dating him? How close would you say you guys are - i.e does he share 'big' secrets with you? Stuff like that are all important in deciding whether it's time to let him know. Don't worry, go in there with a level head - open up with something along the lines of 'have you ever wanted to try something different...' - something innocent like that which wouldn't necessarily force you into the conversation but would give you a strong lead in if you felt it was the right time. The one thing I can tell you - saying diapers to him will probably be the hardest thing imaginable for the first time, hehe even after - its tough bringing it up. If you do end up coming out to him with the most innocent fetish one can imagine and he says he won't be able to deal with it, I can tell you this - there are many other gentlemen on here (not including my orgerly self ) who would be more than grateful at meeting a girl like you. So don't worry - see what he says - if things work out, all I can say is that it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders when you actually finish saying it and he is right there with you as you are wearing it Ok enough out of me. A. P.S Make him play the guessing game - it's so much easier than you actually having to say it, because when they realize it, they can think it over - unfortunately it is usually the last thing they guess....go figure. Plus it gives you one more option to back out. If he really wants to be there for you - he'll spend the effort figuring it out.

I remember the first time I told my first girlfriend - it was 2 1/2 years into the relationship and I felt like I was holding something back - so one day I started the conversation - 'Do you have a festish', she goes 'No - not really...do you?' The second girl - so much easier, two weeks into the relationship - she goes 'I have a festish...' - she tells me, and then she goes 'Do you? c.mon? what is it' - she spent 4 hours guessing and finally she got it with some well timed hints on my part. She tried it - but unfortunately is not as into it as my first girlfriend - who sad to say I can't believe I truly left as far as the diapers were concerned, she fit into the size 6 - sported them for me every chance she got when we were doing the dirty, and she didn't judge. Ah well things change - and it's like the first time you buy liquor underage - once you are successful once, every other time is sooo much easier - as it seems less like a taboo and more like something to do that changes the game and remains innocent. Good for you - hope things work out in the end. A.

psssstttt...Toronto hehe

22 M Toronto Not a baby - just a fan of the ladies who love to wear special underwear I love my sports, I love my job, I love the girls, and I love one who can sport a pampers size 6 (ok now 7 ) Adios, Salut, and See ya. A.

Not to be ignorant - and I swear I don't mean to be, but isn't the idea of being incontinent the inability to have little to no control over those particular bodily functions. Or is the word incontinent used broadly in the sense that you know when you have to go - but its difficult to control it after that point? Just curious - because I always thought - similar to a small child or infant, that your body just doesn't feel when it needs to go and releases without warning. A.

Not to mention the majority of models aren't even true AB/DL's (or at least it doesn't seem that way...).

Hey Ham, Sounds like the first time I told my g/f. We had been together for 3 years, and it just seemed like there was always something that I had to hide, and I decided to tell her what I liked. At first she didn't know what to say, how to take it - she was nervous talking about it. Then one day, we had a nice little conversation and I ironed out all the details - basically the assumptions she made about the fetish. Now she is totally comfortable with wearing one (I don't think I've created an AB/DL) - I'm just lucky to have a girl who is open and understanding. Hope everything works out 100% in the end. Cheers. Alex.

I like diaper GIRLS/WOMEN - plus I ran out of imgination - make it simple, easy, and get the point across as to where I am at.