The wooden floor creaked under my bare feet as I made my way to the kitchen. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, painting golden streaks on the floor. The house was silent, wrapped in that quiet that is typical of the early hours of the day. No one was awake yet, just me and the discreet rustling of the diaper.
Once upon a time, the sound of that rustling would have filled me with shame. I would have done anything to hide it, to pretend it didn't exist. But now, after months of cohabitation, it had become almost a familiar background, a white noise in the soundtrack of my lif...

The wooden floor creaked under my bare feet as I made my way to the kitchen. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, painting golden streaks on the floor. The house was silent, wrapped in that quiet that is typical of the early hours of the day. No one was awake yet, just me and the discreet rustling of the diaper.
Once upon a time, the sound of that rustling would have filled me with shame. I would have done anything to hide it, to pretend it didn't exist. But now, after months of cohabitation, it had become almost a familiar background, a white noise in the soundtrack of my life.
I walked over to the counter and made myself a cup of tea. While I waited for the water to boil, I looked out the window.
Wearing the diaper had been a liberation.
I love wearing it and in this video I play with the diaper in a very fetish way by filling it with piss and warm fragrant drink.

Il pavimento di legno scricchiolava sotto i miei piedi nudi mentre mi dirigevo in cucina. Il sole del mattino filtrava attraverso le tende, dipingendo strisce dorate sul pavimento. La casa era silenziosa, avvolta in quella quiete tipica delle prime ore del giorno. Nessuno era ancora sveglio, solo io e il fruscio discreto del pannolone.
Un tempo, il suono di quel fruscio mi avrebbe riempito di vergogna. Avrei fatto di tutto per nasconderlo, per fingere che non esistesse. Ma ora, dopo mesi di convivenza forzata, era diventato quasi un sottofondo familiare, un rumore bianco nella colonna sonora della mia vita.
Mi avvicinai al bancone e mi preparai una tazza di tè. Mentre aspettavo che l'acqua bollisse, guardai fuori dalla finestra.
Indossare il pannolone era stata una liberazione.
Adoro indossarlo ed in questo video gioco con il pannolone in una maniera davvero molto fetish riempiendolo di piscia e di calda bevanta fragrante.