Diapered MonkeyDecember 29, 2008
Have a great dayJanuary 1, 2009
I see you. You’re watching me change my clothes. You are anxiously awaiting that moment when I slip out of my pants and panties and into a nice, soft diaper. I know you ache to be here with me. I know you want to be the one to slip it under my nice round bottom. You drool over the thought of powdering me all over before pulling that diaper up between my legs and snugging it up tight. I know you cannot wait for the day to get your hands on my diaper. Perhaps though I will just make you keep watching. So close and yet unable to touch. Wouldn’t that be pure torture?