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Natural married diaper intimacy 🔥💦👇🏻

man I just want him 

I want to take care of him and place my hand on his cheek and have him melt into it. I want to kiss his cheeks and make him smile. I want to tell him how pretty his eyes are and make him blush. I want him to rest his head in my lap so I can comb my fingers through his hair and gently scratch at his scalp. 

He’s bigger than me but I want him to feel small and loved. I want to praise him and call him sweet names. I want to hold him and play with his hands. I want him to feel safe with me and trust me and love me.  

I’m selfish and I want I want I want 

*Types into pornhub* porn where man is pegged but it's like love and you can tell they're in love and that they're being cared for and that they're not forced to do this and that they enjoy and and not in pain with kissing and holding hands and-

I'm into pretty boys who aren't afraid to put up a show moaning and whimpering for me

He climbs into my lap.

“Oof,” I say. “Somebody smells like pee-pee.” He squirms a little. “Who do you think it is? Can you guess?”

No answer.

“I’ll make it real easy for you, okay? Two options. Who do you think smells like they wet themselves? Me? Or you?”

I wrap my arms around him, his back on my chest, and feel him breathing in and out.

“Come on, honey, use your words.”

“Probably me,” he murmurs.

“Uh-huh,” I say, bouncing him a little on my legs. “Because who has a diaper on?”

“Just me,” he says.

I pull back the elastic of his pajama pants and he reacts involuntarily, hands reaching down to stop me from checking his diaper.

“How come you don’t want me to pull your pants down, baby?” I whisper in his ear.

“I—uh—I don’t know,” he says. He isn’t looking at me but I can feel heat coming off his neck and ears. I lean my head on his shoulder and glance at his expression. He looks ready to die of embarrassment.

“It’s just me here, honey. Nobody is going to hear you. Nobody else is going to see your diaper. And have I ever judged anything you’ve done?”

He shakes his head.

“No, that’s right, I haven’t. Put your hands on mine, okay? Like this.” I place his left hand on the back of my left hand and he takes initiative and places his right hand over my right hand. And then we both ease down the elastic waistband of his pajama pants, enough to see a very, very wet diaper peek out.

“Would it feel good if I touched it, honey?” I ask. His left hand slips up to his mouth and he bites his finger. He nods.

“Where? Show me where.” He pulls my right hand down into his pants and I start to rub his diaper, squeezing it. “That’s really heavy, I say. You had to go a lot, huh? Should we change you?”

He shakes his head.

“No change? Why not, baby? Ohh, do you want me to keep petting you?”

“Don’t stop,” he says. Now both of his hands are up by his face. “D-don’t stop.” His breath is getting shaky. He shifts his hips, diaper crinkling. I start to rub him faster and he’s grinding against my hand, and getting it’s damp from his pee soaking through the material. He’s so cute like this, whining and blushing, and I can’t resist kissing his neck over and over. “Mama, I’m going to—“ He arches his back, squirming like crazy on my lap.

“Aww, did you have another accident in your diaper?” I ask him, pushing him gently down onto the couch and climbing on top of him, one elbow on either side of his body. He nods shakily. I settle on the couch behind him and wrap my arms around him again, pulling him very close to me. “Handsome, smelly baby. Do you want a change now?”

He shakes his head. “Uh-uh. Can I just have five more minutes like this?”

“What, do you like wearing a smelly, sticky, used diaper? Huh, baby?”

“Mmmmm…maybe…”

“And you like me holding you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, we can stay like this for five minutes. And then you’re getting a change.”

I want to have a 24/7 lifestyle so bad

I want a dedicated baby. I want to cuddle you and watch you have playtime inside the playpen. Co-sleep with mommy. Breastfeed you through the day. I want to change your diapers and clean your messes around. I want my baby to be healthy and happy. I want the mommy who is there for you to push you to be good to yourself. I want to be your safe space but be mine also. I want your coloring pages for my job and our fridge. I want you to be my everything but also make me yours. I want my baby pictures to fill my phone memory. I want to take care of your boo boos or when you are sickly.

Everyone wants a mommy until.…

Did you drink your water today?

Did you competed your chores little one?

No drinking! No smoking! No drugs! Babies do not do that! Mommy wants the best for you

Ask mommy permission

No, you cannot go or do that! Mommies have feelings too! We need affection, appreciation, love, and safety. Being a mommy is hard work. Especially, in a 24/7 dynamic. Trust us if you have a good dom. Rules are there for a reason. You wanted this so let go of the control and trust . It hurts when we try so hard and still choose to not listen because all the work is for nothing

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 🫠😇

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 🙏

Thank you for your sweet words ♥️

Writing my little stories brings me joy—it’s 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 don’t follow a set process, and they're usually shaped by my thoughts, feelings, and desires at the time.

I’ve always been creative, but storytelling is new for me—and I’m 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 mind—those moments will pass, and your inspiration will find its way back to you.

“Honeypie, are you going to need a change soon?” I come over and start to pull down my boyfriend’s pants.

“Stop it, Mommy! Not in front of my friend!”

“Haha, you still wear actual *diapers*? My mommy lets me wear pull-ups! See?” His playmate abandons the picture he was coloring and undoes his fly, pulling pants down, too.

“Ohh, you’re also wet, sweetheart,” I say, and the pride on his face quickly turns to horrified embarrassment as he looks down at his exposed, swollen pull-up.

Love to close my eyes and imagine the sight of pulli ng my face away from mommy’s pussy, all the spit and her wetness sticking between my face and her body before I take a breath and go down on her again, i just live the thought of being a messy eater