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One Stormy Nite
By Johnny Lee White aka DiaperLover
A midnight raid (part 1)
The wind rustled the branches over Johnny's head as he stood alone, a shadow to the rest of humanity. He remained quite motionless, eyes glued to the objects of his desires, fluttering around and sometimes becoming entangled in each other. He sifted his head to the left to scan the surrounding area once again, feeling overpowering bursts of energy and anticipation ebb and flow through him. There was still a few to many lights in far to many trailers, that lay close to his prizes, yet his fever was so maddening he could barely contain himself from charging in and snatching them! Turning toward the tree trunk and stepping back further into the shadows he squatted and drug out a Kool. He inhaled deeply after lighting up, feeling the rapid beating of his heart as he struggled to control his sudden shaking. He could feel that tonight was going to be the night if he just hold on a little longer for things to quiet down, he had nagging thoughts about getting caught. But instead of deterring him it egged him on. This was not the first time he'd done this kind of thing and would certainly not be the last, the draw was just to big to put away, no risk seemed to slow him. You might even say the more he dared the bolder he became, yet most times he could spot what he wanted and maintain until the right time came when the risks were minimal. He carefully snubbed out his cigarette, field-striped it and slipped it in his pocket to join the others of it's kind, before moving out on another recon mission.
His hoped his time had not been wasted as he peered through the overhanging branches, ah luck at last was riding his shoulders, The area was clear of lights, at least in the areas where he would be visible. With quick glance in both directions he stepped in the open and walked quickly toward his goal, while his eyes darted in all directions on the alert. As he approached a white plastic clothesline he pulled his army duffle bag around arranging so the opening was under his left arm. With his both hands he began snatching handfuls of cloth baby diapers and plastic panties off the line and stuffing them into the bag like a man possessed. The blood pumping through his veins with an erythematic fury, urging him to greater passion as the feel of the dew dampened clothes excited him further. He was still acutely aware of his surroundings but longed to feel the secret thrills of wearing his illicit goods, and was very close to jerking his pants down and grabbing his diaper and plastic panties crotch to release his wad into them. Instead he kept grabbing in an effort to possess every last diaper and pair plastic panties he could lay his hands on. It didn't matter a bit that most of the plastic panties would in any way fit him, he had to have them now at any cost, he was almost blind to fear of getting nabbed!
When the last item is in his hands he scrambles madly for the safety of the bushes again, lugging the heavy bag with ease. The power is in him fully now and he must complete his ritual masturbation, before he can continue his flight. He dreams of playing with his goodies in private, pouring them all out and examining them one by one, selecting his favorites. As soon as he reaches a safe dark spot he undoes his belt and pants, pulling them down enough to snake his hand in side and feel the rush of his hot warm pee flooding into his diapers and plastic panties. He slowly massages his stiffening member enjoying the wet, warmness of the soft plastic under his fingers. Pushing his pants roughly down he lays on the ground with his face pushing in to the still open duffel bag and his hands under him rubbing his diapered crotch. His back arches as a powerful climax sends spasms through his body. Moaning he gives into the feeling and releases his seed into the wet cotton diapers. He is griped by a momentary weakness, as his shaking decreases.
It is all over almost as suddenly as it began, leaving in its wake the nagging guilt, shame and fear of discovery. Franticly, he jumps to his feet, pulling up his pants and refastening them, he grabs up the duffle bag and makes his way back to his car. His mood is no loner one of glee and delight but more of gloom and dread. What would happen if he were to be caught with this stuff, what would happen, what could he say, how could he face his wife.... family... friends... himself...?? He minds is clouded with these doubts as he tosses the bag in the front seat and climbs his new car. Easing the door shut, he fires her up and takes off without any lights out of the trailer court toward home. He pulls to side of the road before reaching there though to place his hot cargo into the trunk until he can find time to wash it and slip it in with his other stolen diapers and plastic panties.
His wife, Janet had never asked him where it all came from nor what it was for, she just ignored it. Of course she knew of Johnny's strange need to wear diapers and plastic panties every night to bed, or at odd times of the day, but choose to tolerate him. After all, she didn't want to wake up in a wet bed again like she had a few times before he admitted to being a bed wetter who needed to wear diapers at night. Maybe she thought he would outgrow it or she could change him... heal him.... make him the man he ought to be!! Or maybe she put up with it, thinking it wasn't such a big deal anyway. Johnny didn't really know, he was just thankful she wasn't like mommy who always found his stuff and took it away, but seldom mentioned anything about it.
Burdened with his twisted thoughts he arrives home to find no lights on in the front of his trailer and breathes a sigh of relief, knowing he's won't have to face Janet tonight. More time to account for his late arrival. Once in his bedroom, Johnny slipped out of his clothes down to his wet diapers and plastic panties and crawled in to snuggle with Janet. Feeling cozy he drifted off into his dreams.......
At daybreak he was up and dressed for work, no diapers on now though as he was quite sated from last nights adventure to hold him for a time.
By Johnny Lee White aka DiaperLover
A midnight raid (part 1)
The wind rustled the branches over Johnny's head as he stood alone, a shadow to the rest of humanity. He remained quite motionless, eyes glued to the objects of his desires, fluttering around and sometimes becoming entangled in each other. He sifted his head to the left to scan the surrounding area once again, feeling overpowering bursts of energy and anticipation ebb and flow through him. There was still a few to many lights in far to many trailers, that lay close to his prizes, yet his fever was so maddening he could barely contain himself from charging in and snatching them! Turning toward the tree trunk and stepping back further into the shadows he squatted and drug out a Kool. He inhaled deeply after lighting up, feeling the rapid beating of his heart as he struggled to control his sudden shaking. He could feel that tonight was going to be the night if he just hold on a little longer for things to quiet down, he had nagging thoughts about getting caught. But instead of deterring him it egged him on. This was not the first time he'd done this kind of thing and would certainly not be the last, the draw was just to big to put away, no risk seemed to slow him. You might even say the more he dared the bolder he became, yet most times he could spot what he wanted and maintain until the right time came when the risks were minimal. He carefully snubbed out his cigarette, field-striped it and slipped it in his pocket to join the others of it's kind, before moving out on another recon mission.
His hoped his time had not been wasted as he peered through the overhanging branches, ah luck at last was riding his shoulders, The area was clear of lights, at least in the areas where he would be visible. With quick glance in both directions he stepped in the open and walked quickly toward his goal, while his eyes darted in all directions on the alert. As he approached a white plastic clothesline he pulled his army duffle bag around arranging so the opening was under his left arm. With his both hands he began snatching handfuls of cloth baby diapers and plastic panties off the line and stuffing them into the bag like a man possessed. The blood pumping through his veins with an erythematic fury, urging him to greater passion as the feel of the dew dampened clothes excited him further. He was still acutely aware of his surroundings but longed to feel the secret thrills of wearing his illicit goods, and was very close to jerking his pants down and grabbing his diaper and plastic panties crotch to release his wad into them. Instead he kept grabbing in an effort to possess every last diaper and pair plastic panties he could lay his hands on. It didn't matter a bit that most of the plastic panties would in any way fit him, he had to have them now at any cost, he was almost blind to fear of getting nabbed!
When the last item is in his hands he scrambles madly for the safety of the bushes again, lugging the heavy bag with ease. The power is in him fully now and he must complete his ritual masturbation, before he can continue his flight. He dreams of playing with his goodies in private, pouring them all out and examining them one by one, selecting his favorites. As soon as he reaches a safe dark spot he undoes his belt and pants, pulling them down enough to snake his hand in side and feel the rush of his hot warm pee flooding into his diapers and plastic panties. He slowly massages his stiffening member enjoying the wet, warmness of the soft plastic under his fingers. Pushing his pants roughly down he lays on the ground with his face pushing in to the still open duffel bag and his hands under him rubbing his diapered crotch. His back arches as a powerful climax sends spasms through his body. Moaning he gives into the feeling and releases his seed into the wet cotton diapers. He is griped by a momentary weakness, as his shaking decreases.
It is all over almost as suddenly as it began, leaving in its wake the nagging guilt, shame and fear of discovery. Franticly, he jumps to his feet, pulling up his pants and refastening them, he grabs up the duffle bag and makes his way back to his car. His mood is no loner one of glee and delight but more of gloom and dread. What would happen if he were to be caught with this stuff, what would happen, what could he say, how could he face his wife.... family... friends... himself...?? He minds is clouded with these doubts as he tosses the bag in the front seat and climbs his new car. Easing the door shut, he fires her up and takes off without any lights out of the trailer court toward home. He pulls to side of the road before reaching there though to place his hot cargo into the trunk until he can find time to wash it and slip it in with his other stolen diapers and plastic panties.
His wife, Janet had never asked him where it all came from nor what it was for, she just ignored it. Of course she knew of Johnny's strange need to wear diapers and plastic panties every night to bed, or at odd times of the day, but choose to tolerate him. After all, she didn't want to wake up in a wet bed again like she had a few times before he admitted to being a bed wetter who needed to wear diapers at night. Maybe she thought he would outgrow it or she could change him... heal him.... make him the man he ought to be!! Or maybe she put up with it, thinking it wasn't such a big deal anyway. Johnny didn't really know, he was just thankful she wasn't like mommy who always found his stuff and took it away, but seldom mentioned anything about it.
Burdened with his twisted thoughts he arrives home to find no lights on in the front of his trailer and breathes a sigh of relief, knowing he's won't have to face Janet tonight. More time to account for his late arrival. Once in his bedroom, Johnny slipped out of his clothes down to his wet diapers and plastic panties and crawled in to snuggle with Janet. Feeling cozy he drifted off into his dreams.......
At daybreak he was up and dressed for work, no diapers on now though as he was quite sated from last nights adventure to hold him for a time.