Every once in a great while I get the urge to mess my diaper. I found myself alone yesterday, and knew I would be for a little while, so the opportunity presented itself. I know it will end badly. I know that I'll enjoy it for a few seconds before the reality of the smell ruins everything and I will swear again to never, ever do it again. But I know that in a few months I'll say to myself, "You know, you're all alone for a few hours . . ."
Why oh why do I do it?