Subject: Wearing Pads or Diapers
Content: When I was young in a family of 5 sisters and 0 brothers I saw everything feminine. Four of my sisters were older and the glue in pads had not yet arrived on the market. I started opening and sniffing those big Kotex pads that lay in the open waste basket next to the toilet. I started JO while smelling and tasteing those pads at the earliest stage. I also started putting the belt on and wearing the used pads. I was the horniest kid. There was too many pads and belts around for anyone to notice anything missing so I didn't worry ahout getting caught. Sometimes though I would have one on that was very saturated with blood and when I would sit on a chair like at school or on my bike the pad would squish and blood would sqeeze out onto my undies in my jeans and run down my legs a little. (More than once I had blood collected in my socks by night time.) I loved it and have cherished the really soaked and saturated pads all my life. Now days I am older and my prostate allows drippage as well as the usual skid marks from the back. I now wear pads for protection from my own messes instead of the other way around, but I still go pad hunting whenever and wherever I can. My wife approves of my wearing pads for protection but I've never revealed my secret passion for bloody pads. Years ago I was married to a woman that really enjoyed the menstrual sex play and the same with a couple of girl friends after that oooh.
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