Flea Market Secret: My Diaper Lover Obsession Ignited
Sun blazed down. I sat alone amid my divorce debris at the neighborhood flea market. Passersby eyed my stuff cheap. Three months post-split, ex hated my diaper habit. Called it deviant. Time to purge. Dawn rise. Claimed my spot. Plopped on camping chair, Tena diaper taped snug under jeans. Hour-old piss warmed me already. Bliss […]