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So, tell me, are you going to be my sweet, innocent ABDL or my kinky ABDL? I have a feeling that you’re definitely the latter.
I’ve told you before that some of my kinky ABDL babies take their diapers off and put big things into their little bums. Are you a naughty baby like that too? A baby who loves seeing how much he can fit inside his little ass?
Continue reading “My Kinky ABDL Loves To Be Pegged”
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Come to me, dirty little boy. Now come closer to mommy’s sweet and perfect ass. Let me hear you beg mommy for permission to lick it. Tell mommy how badly you want to slip your little dirty boy tongue in between mommy’s perfect cheeks and taste mommy’s tangy little ass hole. Don’t worry little one. Mommy will tell you just how good it feels. Listen when I tell you to go deeper and harder with your filthy little tongue.
MILF Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
My stepson’s hot body has always taunted and tempted me. I counted the days from the time I married his father till I knew it was safe to make my move. His dad left for a week long business trip. It would only be me and my stepson in the house for the next week. So, I planned a dinner of my stepson’s favorite food. He excitedly sat next to me on the couch as I handed him a plate full of pizza and a cool crisp coke. Then I put on a movie he’d been looking forward to watching and snuggled in close to him.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna always believed that a Spanking a day kept a Naughty boy at bay. She was tempted to punish and spank her naughty boy EVEN when he was behaving for her. For she knew that it would only be a matter of time, before he was naughty again or that she would catch him doing something wrong.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
It was a scorching hot summer day. Of all days for my air conditioner to go out. It’s not quick to get an A/C repair guy out during the summer in Texas. It usually takes several days since they get so backed up. But luckily, I know someone that owns an air conditioning repair company. Of course he told me that they were very backed up. But he told me that he could have one of his guys come over this evening when he is finished with all of his appointments. I was very grateful and thankful. But I was wondering how I was going to make it through the day. I took a couple of showers to get wet. Then I put on as little clothing as possible. I had on a little thin spaghetti strap tank top and some thin little shorts. It was too hot for a bra or panties. I turned on all the fans. Sucking on popcycles helped too. Finally I heard a knock on the door. It was such a relief. I couldn’t get to the door quickly enough. When I opened it, before me stood a strikingly handsome young man.
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All of the diaper lovers I know love nursery time. I get that you don’t like being away from mommy. But I feel like you need the structure that an ABDL nursery school will bring you.
You might be nervous but I promise that it’s going to be SO much fun. When you go to school for nursery time there will be other adult babies for you to play with. You’ll get to have so many diaper changes and unlimited milk. How could this not be amazing?
Continue reading “Don’t Be Nervous For Nursery Time”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
BZ wasn’t loving unpotty training. He really wasn’t a fan of wearing diapers, especially out of the house, but like all good boys, he was trying for Mommy. He waddled over to me and tapped me on the thigh. I was texting Ryan and asked BZ what he needed.
“Um, I have to go potty.” He looked sheepish and embarrassed. My hand reached out to squish the front of his very dry diaper crotch.
“Just go in your diaper like you’re supposed to.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
James was one of my regulars. He was a successful architect, intelligent and articulate in his professional life, but beneath the veneer of competence was a deep-seated need for comfort and discipline. The contrast was often poignant. He stood on the porch, clutching a worn teddy, his eyes wide and a little anxious. “Cory,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Hey, sweetie,” I replied, opening the door wider. “Come on in. It’s chilly out.”
He shuffled inside, immediately drawn to the cozy warmth of my living room. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air, the soft lighting casting a comforting glow. A playpen sat discreetly in the corner, surrounded by toys and plush blankets. It was a sanctuary. “Rough day?” I asked, gesturing towards the plush armchair. He nodded, burying his face in the teddy. “Mr. Henderson keeps micromanaging everything.” I knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his back. “Sounds stressful, honey. Did you remember to wear your pull-up today?” He nodded again, a small blush creeping up his neck. “Yes, Mama.” “Good boy,” I praised, my voice soft but firm. “Did you have any accidents?”
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I’ve known Julio since college. We bonded over bad cafeteria food and worse poetry. He was always a bit intense. He felt things deeply, maybe too deeply. So, when he called me, his voice laced with a melange of excitement and shame, I should have been less surprised. “Cory,” he started, the word almost a gasp, “I need to tell you something. Something kinda fucked up.” I braced myself. With Julio, it could be anything from accidentally setting his apartment on fire while trying to flambé bananas to getting into a philosophical argument with an inanimate object.
This was different, though. I could hear it in his voice, that ragged edge of genuine distress. He told me about the photos. An old shoebox he’d found while helping his mother sort through her attic. Candid shots from her twenties, a lifetime ago. She was beautiful, vibrant, radiating a joy that Julio confessed he’d never really seen in her. And, yes, she was with other people. Arms around her waist, laughter on their faces, in various states of undress and even sexual positions, all moments of intimacy frozen in time.
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