Posted by DallasBob on October 05, 2006 at 11:02 [70.246.125.68]
For those of you who don't believe you can find another partner who is accepting or even willing to participate in your lifetyle, I want to tell you my story, because I cannot believe how lucky I am! It can really happen for you if you have something to offer another person, are patient, and not all consumed with getting just your needs met. I have been into wearing and using diapers ever since I can remember, but I always knew that it was not something I could share with anyone else. When I got married, I slowly informed my wife of my desires, and that was a big mistake. I should have been honest with her from the very beginning, she deserved better. At first she tolerated it, but it eventually weirded her out, and she didn't want me doing it anymore. Unfortunately we had a family tragedy, and because of this ended up getting divorced after 10 years of marriage.(we are still very good friends, and live 2 miles from each other)
I was suddenly single again, and a few weeks later decided to give diapers another try. I missed them immensely, it was such a relief to wear and use them again! I expected to be single forever, as I couldn't introduce this to another woman, and for 6 years I was. About 4 and a half years ago I ran into a very beautiful woman while doing a store set. (she worked for the store, I work for a company who supplies them with product, and it was a new store being set up). I struck up a conversation with her, and it occured to me that she seemed very familiar, but both of us couldn't figure it out. I was informed later by another associate that she was in a bad marriage, and if she ever found herself single, she was "going after that guy!". I was charmed, however, and our paths crossed periodically, however, she was still married. About a year went by without me seeing her, I didn't run into her again until April of last year, when I was doing yet another store set, I looked up and saw her smiling across the aisle. She was setting the Jewelry department, I was setting up my racks. I went over to her, we hugged, and chatted for a little while, and I noticed she was no longer wearing a wedding ring. We talked for a little bit, and she said I should come visit her at her assigned store, and I gave the usual "sure, when things slow down, I'll stop in and say hi!" (I am a District manager, and that particular store that she worked at was out of my area, she was just on loan to help with the new store set.) Well, the store was finally set, grand-opened, and I was on my way. Unfortunately I suddenly became very ill, and had to take a 30 day leave of absence.
When I returned a month later, I ended up back in that same store at the end of the week, and was informed by yet another associate that "Kathy" was looking for me. At first I thought she may be seeking a job with my company, however, I was then told she was looking for ME! WOW! So I got her phone number, called her, and we set up a time to go out on a date, my first in over six years. I couldn't believe how gorgeous she looked, when she is at work she pulls her hair up and wears glasses, however, this nite her blonde hair was down, and she was wearing contacts, she was absolutely stunning. We talked about our lives, our children, and our divorces, and agreed to meet up again. My work is very demanding, and I was not able to meet back up with her for a month, but we still kept in touch, talking every few days or so. I invited her over to my home, we had a few drinks, she found out I had a motorcycle, and agreed to go for a ride with me. We had a few more drinks, and she decided she needed to reveal a secret to me, and she didn't know how I was going to take it. She informed me that she was infected with the Herpes virus. (Crap! I thought, I don't want to get infected!) She assured me that as long as we used protection, I would never get it, and she could not live with herself if she gave it to someone else. Since I had had a few, I decided I had nothing to lose, and I told her that I also had a secret...I enjoyed wearing diapers! My God! I told her, it was out there, no taking it back now! Her reaction was that of curiousity, and she asked if it had anything to do with children, and I assured her that in no way did it involve pedophelia, it was my thing only! She seemed ok with it, and I promised to not do any of it around her. Her next statement shocked me... she said "well, you never know, I might want to try it to see what it's like too!" Oh my gosh, did I actually find someone who might be interested in this?
As the night wore on, and one too many drinks, we ended up in my bed, not for sex, but just to lie there and talk. She went on to say that she liked "being the baby", and although that did not involve actual AB roleplaying, (it was more of liking to be looked after) it was a trait that she looked for in a man. I let her know that I actually liked being the caretaker (I am a DL, so there aren't too many "baby" aspects I enjoy, except for sucking on breasts, I don't care for the baby bottles and pacifiers) and it looked like I just might be able to accomodate her. The night ended with a lot of dirty talk, likes and dislikes about actual sex, and since I didn't own any condoms, before the night was over she gave me a hand job. I do not have a big penis, it's not neccessarily small, but I was really worried she might not find it to her satisfaction, however, she made reference to her small breasts (which I think are just perfect) and I told her "Hey, we have what we have, lets just make do with it, I'm happy if you are" and she seemed relieved.
Our third date involved us riding the motorcycle to the ballpark to see the Texas Rangers play Oakland. We had a blast, and a couple of beers. On the ride home, which was about 30 minutes and many traffic lights, she informed me she really needed to pee. I hurried as fast as a I could, and jokingly told her if she just wanted to "let it go", it was fine by me. She said she just might do that, however, we made it home in time.
We had several more dates, and finally our first actual intimate moment, this lasted for a couple of months. One night we were at my house, and she asked me about the "diaper thing". I knew that I had to be 100% honest. I informed her that occassionaly I liked to wear them, it was not an every day thing, but about once every other week. She asked me if I liked to wet them, and I said yes. She asked me if I had ever "done anything else in them" and I sheepishly said that "pooping in them was my favorite thing to do" but once again assured her that I would never do it around her. After a little more time passed, and another drink (thank God for alcohol, it sure takes away your inhibitions!) I asked her if she would be interested in trying one on. She said "What the hell, I guess it won't hurt anything" but that I had better not ever tell another living soul. I promised her I wouldn't, but since I didn't have any that were small enough to fit her, I had to run up to the Wal-Mart and get her size, and I would be back. I was elated, I almost creamed my jeans getting to the store and back. When I returned, I hugged and kissed her, and took her by the hand, led her to my bed, laid a towel down, and asked her to lay on her stomach. I then proceeded to powder her ass, taking my time to slowly spread it across her cheeks, and down the back of her legs. I had her turn over, lift up, and placed the newly opened diaper underneath her. I slowly powdered her fron, and immediately noticed how turned on she was by the process. I pulled the diaper up snugly, fasteded each side, had her get off the bed and pulled her close to me. I patted her diapered bottom, even squeezed it a little, and told her "how does it feel to be my little baby?". She didn't say anything, just planted a big kiss on my lips, looked into my eyes and told me she loved me. We then went outside after making another drink, and while sitting on the patio chair she stated that it really felt good. She went on to say that she loved the way it felt, and that I really had warm hands, and she could see herself doing this again.
After awhile, she stated that she needed to pee. Well, what was I supposed to say? "Gee, honey, let me get that diaper off of you, wouldn't want you peeing in your pants? Yeah, right! I told her "Go ahead, it'll soak right up!" She asked me if I would kiss her while she was doing it, and I immediatelly hopped up out of the chair and planted a long, drawn out kiss, while she released her bladder. "Mmmmm...it feels so warm! Honey, I just peed my diaper!" she stated. I had her stand up, and my gosh, it was wet all the way up to the back, and leaked a little from the top and ran a little down her legs. "c'mon, lets go get you changed, baby". Since she was leaking, I didn't lay her down on the bed, but we went to the bathroom, I ran the shower, and took her diaper off before we stepped in. After we finished and dried off, we went back to bed and made the most incredible love I have ever experienced. She stated that the next time we decided to do it, she wanted me to wear one with her, and to use it front of her. I wanted to make sure I was clear on what she was talking about, so I told her that I would be glad to wear a diaper and wet it for her if it turned her on, but I wouldn't "mess in it" around her. She asked "why not? It's not going to hurt anyone. As long as I don't have to change you, I think you should do it." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. And... I'm going to tell you about that incident in my next message...
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