I'm a porn addict, and I have absolutely no desire to reform. I know it's sick, it's deplorable, a man of my obvious blessings could do so much better... find a good woman and settle down, right? I tried the happy trail of life, meet the right girl, get the right job, get her father's permission, and walk down the aisle surrounded by our family and friends....
It's nine o'clock and I finally come home. Who am I? The name is Stephen Saint Jean. A tall, good-looking black stud of Haitian descent. Twenty two years old. Currently a student at the Virginia Military Institute. I'm studying Criminal Justice. One of these days, I might join the United States Army as an Officer or join the Virginia State Police Force. I'm...
Angela Rivers has worked her first full day at Padded Bliss and just heard someone call her name Angela turned around and saw her friend Catherine, carrying two unopened packs of Bambino Bellissimos. She had been trying to get in touch with her for the past couple weeks, but with no luck. She wanted to tell Catherine about her new job in person, but every t...
Angela Rivers had become a regular at Padded Bliss, the local treatment center known colloquially as "The Diaper Spa." For the last five months, she had been getting diaper changes from other women who appreciated her and her independence. She could drop a big load in her diaper and have the size of her poop marveled at. If her diaper leaked, they would play...
Hello, there. My name is Amelia Styles. President of McGee & Gerald Enterprises, a billion-dollar multinational manufacturing corporation. I am also a member of the International Coalition of Women's Social Clubs. All of our members are women from different classes, countries and backgrounds. We gather once a year for our well-being. Black women, white women...
Weekend At Becky's If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise Part One: Brown Eyed Bears Okay, remember how my first scene ended with me throwing up on the camera? Not good, I hear you say. Not so fast, say I. Turns out this was not a career ending move, rather it's the scat equivalent of the money shot. Becky is on the phone and en...
Michael stared blankly at the thin white plastic diaper in his hands. His drained dick was already getting excited again at the notion of wearing one after all these years, especially one full of the filth currently weighing down his white briefs. He suddenly heard a rubbery pop and looked up. James was donning a pair of disposable surgical gloves and threw...
"And the Oscar goes to Emma Stone" These words had been uttered almost an hour ago, but Emma Stone could barely believe it. She went through her press interviews afterwards with her head positively in the clouds. Nothing as surreal had ever happened to her as winning the Oscar for Best Actress. She was instructed to go to a private room after the interview...
This one is pretty weird, even for me; if you are squicked by extreme scatology then you should probably just move along to another story. It's the result of one of those sleep-deprivation-induced writing sessions, done mostly in one shot and then edited for modest coherence. Now that this is out of my system, I think I can return to "Instant-On" in a "softe...
Author's note: This is largely a fetish story about people using the bathroom. *** My name is Emily. I'm an anxious, awkward person who has trouble making friends. In my mid-20s, I finally moved out of my parents' place. I ended up in a cheap, roach-infested apartment on the outskirts of New Rochelle. Two other girls were already living there. I paid m...