Discovered your blog recently, you have some really nice posts, and it's all wonderful to read!
Definitely puts my mind in certain little spaces š« š
Now a question: What's your writing process like? I tend to enjoy writing small things myself but sometimes kinda get mental blocks or not inspired for a long time
Thanks for reading, and have a good day š
Thank you for your sweet words ā„ļø
Writing my little stories brings me joyāitās a personal outlet that I cherish deeply. I write purely for myself and began on impulse one evening.
Many of my stories are inspired by real-life moments shared with a certain little cutie, so I donāt follow a set process, and they're usually shaped by my thoughts, feelings, and desires at the time.
Iāve always been creative, but storytelling is new for meāand Iām loving it.
Just write what you love. Creative blocks are a natural part of the process, so try not to be too hard on yourself when they come up. Be kind to your mindāthose moments will pass, and your inspiration will find its way back to you.
Hmm. Ask you anything you say?! Please will you be my Mummy. And take away my autonomy as an adult and put me back in nappies permanently?
Oh baby,
Both you and I know it's where you belong.
Not physically possible to get any closer but still desperately pressing my face into her cunt because itās not enough.
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I have cummy aches :3
( I edged too much but didnt cum now my balls hurtš )
Itās been such a big week for my sweet baby, and Mommy couldnāt be prouder. After lots of cuddles, encouragement, and more than a few soggy diapers, weāve started practicing potty time like a big kid. š Of course, Mommy knows itās a big changeāand that accidents are all part of learning. Thatās why the potty seat is always nearby, your reward chart is full of stars (and stickers!), and Mommy is always ready with warm snuggles, no matter what.
Sometimes, we make it in timeāand oh, how Mommy claps and coos when she hears that tiny tinkle in the little potty. Other times, we donāt, and thatās okay too. Pull-Ups are there to catch little slips, and Mommy always has wipes and fresh padding ready. But we always talk about what a big step it is, trying so hard, and how proud Mommy is just watching you try. šø
Of course, if my little one gets too fussy or bratty about potty time⦠well, then Mommy has her own ways of helping. Maybe some enforced diaper time. Maybe a paci to remind you whoās in charge. Or maybe youāll be spending a little extra time in the corner with your bare bottom while Mommy watches and waits for that little "I'm ready now, Mommy" whisper.
But at the end of the day, this is our journey, little one. Your soft whimpers when you're unsure, your bashful looks after an accident, the way you reach for my hand when youāre trying to be braveāMommy sees it all. And every step toward the potty is a step deeper into Mommy's love and control. Youāll get there, baby. Mommy always makes sure of that. š
"It's time to check that diapee-butt sweetie, have you made a yummy warm squishies for Mummy???..."
I whisper into his ear as I stand behind him. He's been sat there for hours...
I turn his computer chair around and pull him towards me, taking his little hands in mine, he looks up at me with those big pretty eyes...
His cheeks flush with a rosy glow as he looks away and I enjoy watching him squirm.
"but Mummmmmmy..."
He protests.
"I'm busy working!....I am a big boy!!!"
He genstures towards his computer screen and whines under his breath. I notice his voice start to break. I giggle. I love him all whimpery.
"Now sweetie, I know you're playing grown-ups, but you need a check...You've been so engrossed in that screen, I bet you haven't even noticed you needed a pee pee..."
He visibly squirms and his bottom lip starts to show...
"But I AM a big boy!!"
He huffs- frustrated- he stamps his feet.
I can't help but giggle again, but try to hide it when I notice a little frown appear on his face. It melts me.
He's so cute when he resists...
"No sweetpea, you're not a big boy, you're a baby... And you're my baby and you're wearing a diapee..." I say softly.
"Big boys don't need diapees now do they? Big boys don't need diapees because they know how to use the big boy potty..."
I gently slide a finger into the waistband of his jeans, exposing the top of his cute diapee, the soft crinkles accompanied by his pathetic little moans are the most beautiful sound...
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Oh sweetpea, you're grinding so hard on Mummy's leg, are you excited about something?
Do you want to play grown-up humpies?
*Giggles*
What was that sweetie? I can't hear you...use your words...
You want to do it like you see them do in the films?!
Oh Pudding, both you and I know you're just a baby so you won't be able to manage it properly, but that's ok with Mummy...we can play...
Let me untape that big soggy nappy, it must be so heavy and BULKY inbetween your legs!
Oh my goodness! It's so warm ā and FULL!
Has the big wet diapee got you all excited? Does it feel good rubbing against your little special bits???
So cute...who's Mummy's soggy botty boy??? Is it you?!
I think it might be....
Now, come closer to Mummy...
I want you between my thighs...
I need you to feel how wet you've made Mummy's pussyā
ānot in a pissy way like your diapee...
That's it baby, just hold still.
There's no pressure, you'll probably get too overwhelmed...
Let Mummy's hips do all the rocking...
Keep still. Hold on tight to Mummy's hips...
All you have to do is lay there and look pretty while Mummy rubs against you...
Feels nice huh? ā Mummy using you to get off like this...
...but don't forget- we are pretending to do grown up humpies- just playing...it can be our little secret...
He thinks he needs meā¦.but I need him so much more.
I need his baby snuggles and rocking him in my arms while he is curled in my lap. I adore his sleepy eye rubs and the sweet Eskimo kisses before he drifts off to sleep. I crave the way he nuzzles into my shoulder, then goes limp as I scratch his head. I canāt live without the way he looks at me from behind his paci or hearing him say Mommy with his adorable little voice. My heart melts as he giggles when tickled or smiles when I kiss his tummy after a diaper change. I cherish giving him his bottle and listening to his little gulps and sweet shorts breaths between. His little side captivates my soul completes me as Mommy.
He thinks he needs meā¦.but I couldnāt imagine not having him to love and care for. He brings joy to my life and leaves me feeling valued and appreciated. I love who we are together, in and out of the ABDL roles. I love you @mommys-munchkin forever my baby youāll be ā¤ļø
him looking up at you with low lids and little hearts in his eyes while his nose is pressed to your cunt
Come on baby, don't be shy...
...if you're a very good boy I'll let you feel how warm Mummy's Diapee is...
Teasing a boy by wetting in a diaper in front of him and laughing at how turned on he gets.
āAre you seriously hard right now? Iām not even touching you! You are such a little SLUT!ā
āThis is what turns you on? Youāre such a perv! I bet you want me to put you in a diaper, too!ā