Friday, May 15, 2015

Adult Diaper Wearing

   I have thought about what it would be like, to sit in a load of shit.  Possibly in a high chair after being fed some prunes or finely ground grains and other things.  With the need to be cared for being a requirement.  While I sit in these improvised diapers with plastic pants and adult sized safety pins.

   This stinky experience can be had, yet I fear the cleanup.  Just like with bed-wetting, what is wrong is on the mind.  With the warmth and sensation of experiencing a need, such as admitting vulnerability.  So when I push some woman it is for emotional contact, even if that would mean a possible spanking.  Because feeling isolated can be painful, with better means of meeting needs for connecting existing.

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