I'm strawberryREBIRTH and I'm not quite sure if I belong here ~ a boyfriend into exploratory fetishism brought me upon this scene through other lovely acts and since the split I've felt a little unfulfilled.... needing to explore? Maybe. I'm a devotee of the human mind; sexuality fascinates me, drives me and spurs me into things I'm not sure I'm comfortable with at first but grow to love. This little spark of bizarre envelope pushing started so clear cut ~ a pacifier feeds the oral fixation and a diaper, ruffled pants; they cut the social standing in a way that would appeal to any submissive. But this has become different.... strange and comforting, a crutch? I don't know. The sexuality burns strong but now there are other feelings; I dress up and age down and I change ~ everything changes and nothing matters. It doesn't matter if I'm alone, or I wet the diaper (~ my diaper?) or if I get off or if I don't or if the phone rings.... the fog of strangeness takes me and I don't want to fight it. I could be "little strawberry" forever and I couldn't bring myself to care or want anything else.
Is this an addiction.... or a need to be-belong to a group of peers, at any cost? Am I lonely, or incomplete in a way that only switching off higher learned behavior can fix or is this all just another strange extension of a sexuality that can never be satiated? Have I pushed the envelope so far that I won't ever return into shape?
Time will tell.
My name is strawberryREBIRTH ~ and I wear diapers.