It’s the first time you’ve visited my house, and I’m so excited! When you arrive, I hurriedly let you inside and bring you to the living room so we can get started getting snuggly and watching a movie together, but you’re distracted. Confused, I pinch my waistband. “What, this? It’s a diaper!” I am confused by your surprise. Somehow you’ve never noticed that I wear diapers full time, even after weeks of dating! I simply explain how I never wanted to potty train, and my parents never made me, so I’ve made it this in 24/7 diapers. I laugh off your further questions over the diaper and bring us to the couch, getting right to choosing a movie for us to watch. As I cozy up on the cushion next to you, you get peeks of that bulging diaper between my legs. I giggle at your further inquisition, but give in time your questions. You ask me why I like diapers, and I explain how they make me feel. Comfortable, protected, and… turned on. After talking so much about my diapers, I decide I want to show you how I really get to enjoy them.  Pulling out the Hitachi that’s conveniently plugged in next to the couch, I straddle it and immediately moan at the feeling of it against my thick diaper. A pack of fresh disposables sits in front of me, nudging me closer to my eventual leg-shaking, crinkly orgasm. Turning back to smile at you, I know you finally understand why I never wanted to stop wearing diapers. But now I have a question for you.  “Want to wear one with me?”