Secret Diaper Lover 

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                             Part One

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You didn't think I knew you were a secret diaper lover, did you? You had no idea that I went through your room and found your biggest secret. I would then send him a text message, letting him know that we needed to have a chat. Of course, it would take him a bit to respond. Nobody wants to hear that phrase not knowing whether it is good news, or bad. I had gotten up to get myself showered and slipped into my comfy but sexy nighttime T-shirt and well, you know.

I heard my phone go off, and there he was. The secretive dirty diaper boy, and how he did not know I knew.

I was anxiously hurrying to get everything together before I relaxed. My phone then went off again. Oh boy, was he being impatient now? Part of me wanted to dwell on it and giggle to myself while making him wait. He was the very insecure type that I played upon many times. However, the thoughts were there to be slightly humiliating about the situation. I could not wait any longer and texted him back with a smile.

"I think you and I need to talk," I replied with a baby emoji. Placing my phone down, though, I expected another text asking maybe why. Kicking my feet up, I sipped on my tea and went Googling adult baby diapers. I wanted to see all of the different kinds I could add to his collection. I could hear his car pull up, and I felt my chest pumping.

Not sure exactly what I had to be nervous about, I knew that feeling belonged to him.

He didn't knock but texted me once he pulled into the driveway. "The door is open." I text back. Poor boy, I was ready

and had a ball with him. Once he opened the door, I got up and made my way towards him. The look on my face was tantalizing and thick with pure deviance. He stood there speechless as I motioned my index finger for him to walk towards me. Gesturing for him to sit, I could hear the squishy noise from his diaper crinkle as he sat. A few moments of silence spread across the room, in an almost awkward way. I sat down slowly, placing my hand on his leg while softly caressing him.

We both sat looking around the room until I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned in close to his ear, I could feel his warm breath against my skin. "I know your little secret," I whispered. My hand traced down his back slipping into the top of his pants where I could feel his disposable diaper at the tips of my finger. "Shhhhh, it's ok, it's ok," I assured him. His body became tense as he broke down sobbing. 

That was the moment I knew I had him in the palm of my hands, and maybe humiliation wasn't the best approach at this point.

"I never want you to feel bad, or ashamed," I said. The look on his face was as though he had been mentally castrated. Surprisingly, I had a childhood filled with being obsessed with changing my doll's diapers, and this was a fetish we both could share. I showed him my phone and told him that I wanted to add to his collection and make this a lifestyle he and I both could enjoy.

His faint sobs stopped as he looked over at me needing some kind and soft nurturing. Aw, my poor secret diaper lover.

I hope you enjoyed the first part of this adventure with me and my secret diaper lover. Please stay tuned for part two here VERY soon! But wait right there! If you enjoyed this, you would enjoy my other naughty blog. You can check out the audio here!

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