"Wimpy Sensitive Nerdy Weaklings 😭😭" I'm So Curious, What Is It You Like About This? Love Your

Hi all.

Had some messages asking about me so I thought I'd pin an intro post.

I'm a woman in my late 30's.

She/her/they.

I impulsively decided to write some of the Adult themed (18+) daydreams I have involving consenting adults- for my enjoyment.

My posts contain kinky things I like, including, but not exclusively:

-MDlb/lg/lo

-Watersports

-Powerplay

-Petplay

-Little Space & Age Regression

-ABDL

-CFNM

-JOI

-Wetting/Omorashi

-Enforced rules and boundaries

-Sensory Deprivation

This is something I do for fun (for me), I have a full-time, demanding job so may not always have time to reply.

I will not tolerate rudeness or prejudice/discrimination/hate speech/abuse.

I make no apologies for how weird I can be.

Thanks for reading 💗

"Here, boy!" Like I'm giving a dog a treat but it's just my pussy

Mommy's Home...

Mommy's home sweetie! That's right I'm back from my work trip. Did you have fun while I was gone? Did you miss me? Your sitter said you were 'mostly' well-behaved...

Oh, my goodness. Look at you so adorable! Aww yeah, I missed you too. That's it, crawl to me. Come say hi to Mommy and give her a big kiss!

What have you got there, baby boy? Oh my, did you find your keys? How exciting! However, your sitter said you threw a little tantrum. Something about wanting your own keys? Is that true baby, were you being naughty? Well, it looks like you got what you wanted. You are such a fussy little guy, sometimes I think you're a bit spoiled.

Of course, they're your keys baby. Oh, I see. Do you like the one on mommy's necklace? No, no, this is my special key. I'll always keep it safe and secure (just like you, baby).

Now, where's Mommy's kiss?

Artist: floofnfluff

daydreaming about watching a pretty boy masturbate.

The moaning, the shaking, the facial expressions.

"Come on, cutie. One more time for me?" And again. And again.

I hear the soft whimper of my little one in the night and immediately rush to the nursery. The room is still, but your small cries are enough to make my heart ache. When I find you, you're tangled in your blankets, your face flushed with fear, eyes wide and filled with distress.

"Hey, hey, it’s okay," I whisper, my voice soft but firm as I gently pull you into my arms. "You’re safe now, Mommy’s here."

You cling to me tightly, still shaking from the remnants of the bad dream. I feel your hands gripping onto me as if you never want to let go, and it makes my heart ache with love. I gently rock you back and forth, soothing you with my warmth and presence. "It was just a dream, little one. You're safe with Mommy, always."

I rub your back in slow, comforting circles, feeling your body begin to relax just a little. Your breathing is still quick, but I can feel you starting to settle, your grip on me loosening. I kiss the top of your head.

You take a few shaky breaths, and I know it’s time to make you feel even more safe. I pull you closer and press a gentle kiss to your cheek before I reach over to the nightstand, grabbing the warm bottle I’ve prepared just for moments like this. It’s the perfect comfort, the soothing liquid to calm your nerves and give you the reassurance you need.

"How about a bottle, sweetie? A little milk will help you feel better, I promise." I guide the bottle to your lips, and you suckle eagerly, your hands gripping the bottle in that adorable, trusting way you always do. The warm milk seems to work its magic as you settle against me, your body slowly relaxing further.

As you drink, I continue to gently stroke your hair, brushing it back from your face with soft fingers. My voice is a steady murmur, "Mommy’s right here. Nothing will hurt you. You’re safe in my arms, little one."

Your breathing steadies, becoming slower and deeper as you finish the bottle, and I pull you back against my chest. You’re still close, so close that I can feel the little flutter of your heartbeat, now peaceful and calm. You’re already starting to drift, and I can’t help but smile as I hold you even tighter.

Him crying, "I'm yours, I'm yours," as he goes over the edge

Thinking about helping a girl on her work/study “breaks”, but the breaks are me under her desk, with my head between her thighs. Her hands pulling my hair and making me eat her out, whining with my lips around her clit. My hands over her thighs and a boner between my legs just from eating her out. Following every command like a good boy until we both cum together, so I can start hugging her leg, resting my face in her thigh, looking up to her to admire how beautiful she is and wait for her next break like a desperate puppy for her attention

“Come on baby, it’s time for your bath, you’ve had a pretty busy day today!”. You hated bath times because why did you need them anyways? You just wanted to play some more, but mama always gives you treats after each bath so maybe this time you’d do it.

“Okay we have bath crayons and uhm this bubble thingy. And I got you some rubber duckies because I know you don’t like bath time”. You watched as she put the duckies in the water and she handed you a bath crayon. “Mama draw?” You ask and she nods giving you a kiss. “Yes baby, you can draw whatever you like and I’ll help out too!” She starts with a tree and you add some grass and a slide.

“Oh, it’s like the play ground we go to, clever baby!” You continue to draw as she helps wash you and you gasp when she takes the bubble gun and gets bubbles in your face. “ Mama noooo, what if I swallow one?” She laughs and puts it off for a while. “They’re just bubbles love, you aren’t gonna swallow one unless you do it on purpose but if you’re scared of that, let’s play with the duckies. What sound do ducks make sweetie?” She asks and you smile “Quack, quack!” “That’s right my little animal expert, they do go quack quack! Let’s get you out of the bath because your stuffies are waiting for a cuddle!”

You get out and she helps you get into your diapers and onesie and brushes your hair. “Okay pick a book and I’ll get your bottle so we can cuddle up before bed”. You pick a book and she gets your bottle, putting it on the night stand. You climb into her arms and she reads to you while the warm milk makes its way to your tummy.

“For being so good today baby, how about some skin to skin time? You’d like that won’t you?” You nod sleepily and she giggles, helping you take off your onesie as she takes off her shirt.

You sigh contently as she rocks you and you feel yourself getting sleepier by the second.

“Looks like someone is really tired. Let’s get you in bed with your stuffies” Your mama takes you to your crib where she tucks you in and you smile as she kisses your forehead.

“Good night angel, Sleep well”

It’s raining today. The kind of soft, steady rain that makes the whole house feel sleepy.

I glance out the window, watching the drops trail down the glass like little rivers. “No playground today, lovebug,” I say gently.

Little one pouts—just a little—and hugs their stuffie tighter. “But I wanted to go outside…”

“I know, sweetheart. But you know what we can do?” I smile, ruffling their hair. “We can stay in and build the coziest blanket fort ever. Just you, me, and Mr. Bun.”

Their eyes light up like I’ve just offered them the moon. “With fairy lights?”

“With fairy lights and cookies,” I promise.

We pull the cushions off the couch, drag big blankets from the linen closet, and string up twinkly lights around the edges. Little one helps by holding the tape and directing where each pillow should go—“No, Mommy, that one goes in the corner, not the middle!”

Eventually, we crawl inside, surrounded by soft pillows and the glow of the lights. It smells like vanilla from the cookies in the oven and fresh rain from outside. Little’s giggling about something silly their stuffie “said” when I notice the little squirm. The kind of wriggle I know very well.

I nudge them gently. “Baby… do you need a change?”

Their cheeks go pink instantly. “N-No…”

I raise an eyebrow and give them The Look. “Sweetpea…”

They hide their face in Mr. Bun and mumble, “…Maybe.”

I scoot closer, voice low and soft. “It’s okay, love. Accidents happen, remember? That’s why Mommy keeps you padded and safe. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

They peek out at me, cheeks still warm, but nodding.

I guide them out of the fort and onto the soft mat we keep nearby, humming a lullaby while I grab the wipes and a fresh diaper. They fidget a little, still blushing, trying not to meet my eyes.

“Hey,” I say, touching their nose with my fingertip. “You’re being so good for me. Such a brave little one.”

Their lips twitch into a shy smile, and they finally relax. I talk to them softly as I work—gentle wipes, clean powder, a snug new diaper with little stars on it. “There we go, all clean and cozy.”

Once they’re taped up and snuggly again, I scoop them into my lap and kiss their forehead.

“Now back into the fort,” I say, whispering like it’s a secret mission. “We’ve got cookies to eat and stories to read, and a very brave little one who deserves extra snuggles.”