Your Love Is My Drug

Your Love Is My Drug

“Go on, honey, make your crinkles for me!”

She doesn’t keep you around because she loves you. And she definitely doesn’t love all the diaper changes. Or finding you a babysitter every time she goes out.

She keeps you around because nobody makes her feel better about herself than you. The way you look at her—like she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.

You’re like a pet. Her silly, diapered pet. She knows you’ll be there waiting at the door just so excited to see her when she gets home. When she’s feeling bad, you’ll be right there to comfort her.

And that’s all a pathetic diaper boy like you can offer her.

Do you know how good you make her feel when she sees your teeny tiny diaper tent forming when you see her?

Or when you make your cummies in 30 seconds after just seeing a glimpse of her bra?

You exist for her entertainment. To serve her.

She knows this is the best you can ever hope for in life. You’ll never make it out there, in the real world, without her.

You have nothing to offer her except your desperation for her. Your willingness to debase yourself for her ego.

To live you life knowing you’ll never get with her.

This is where you belong.