Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Okay, so, my boyfriend, Mark, has a unique hobby. He likes to have “accidents” his pants. I know, I know. It sounds like something an adult wouldn’t find hilarious, but for Mark, it’s apparently peak adult entertainment. Look, I’m not judging. Much. When he first confessed his little passion, I choked on my kombucha. It was a first date, mind you. Smooth, right? But I’m a pretty open-minded person, and honestly, after the initial shock wore off, I was mostly just curious. Plus, he’s really cute. And makes a mean lasagna.
He explained it all, bless his heart, turning bright red. He insisted it wasn’t just the wetting part and that he was also really into the aftercare. The whole helpless, vulnerable thing. Me taking care of him. The diapering. Okay, the diapering was a new level. I’ll admit, the first time I changed him, I felt like I was babysitting. It was awkward. I kept giggling, which he did not appreciate. “Seriousness!” he’d whine, voice muffled by the onesie he insisted on wearing for the occasion.
