Author: Felicity

Service Provider

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I’ve always been the type of girl to swoon for a man in uniform. I grew up around the Military and knew the cost of their sacrifice. From a very young age, I knew I wanted to help in my own small way. Giving back to those who give the most, you know?

I must say, I think I’ve been able to provide that a little bit better than I could have ever hoped. Recently, I got a call from a soldier I’d never met before. He told me someone on base gave him my name and phone number! Can you imagine my excitement over this mystery? Have I, little ole me, been a good enough service provider for someone to take something so private and intimate as calling a phonesex line and share it with someone else?! Color me Flattered, and I am aching to thank that person. Was it you?

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Oh no! I stepped into the living room of the Holiday party and smelled something VERY stinky! “Pyoo!” I whispered under my breath as my hand waved in front of my nose. “What in the world is that smell?” Against my better judgment, I started to sniff out the source of the horrible smell. Sniff, sniff. Sniff, sniff.

I had to find and get rid of that stink before the whole party smelled it and was ruined. As I approached the window, thinking I could open it for fresh air, the pungent smell burned at my nose. I pushed back the curtain, and wouldn’t you know it? The stinky source was squatted right there behind the curtain. “MR. STINKY PAMPERS! What are you doing?”

“Making you a present, Mama.” His red face wrinkled as he pushed.

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Ugh, I love my tea parties with my girls. At least once a month, we all get together and gossip over imported teas, cakes, and cookies of all sorts. We dress up and make a whole day of it. It’s something I really look forward to. However, I had to take Little Johnny to today’s tea party.

Zoey was hosting today’s get-together, and she had the most adorable petit fours laid out on the table, along with so many other tasty desserts. Johnny dove right in before we ladies could even sit around the table. He scooped up one and shoved it into his mouth, to my horror. I snatched his wrist and turned him while shoving his face into the wall. Zoey and the girls audibly gasped at his lack of manners, and I pushed down his pants.

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You'll Be Writing Lines

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*Long, dramatic, disappointed sigh.* Come here. What is this I’ve found in your room? A pair of boxers? Where did you get these? You know that Mommy only allows you to wear panties because why? Because your little sissy button is too small to be considered a penis. Only real men wear boxers; we both know you’ll never be a real man. I’ve had to repeat myself one too many times, and now you’ll be writing lines for punishment.

Get over here right now and drop your pants. Mommy will make you stand in front of the big picture window in the living room. The one that faces the street, you know which one I mean? You’ll wear only this tiny pink thong and write your lines.

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What Will I Find In Your Diaper

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Babies are notorious for exploring their little bodies as they grow. I remember the first time my baby boy found his toes. He was just the cutest, laying there with his legs in the air as I changed his diaper, and he grabbed ahold of his foot with such curiosity on his face. “What IS this thing?” I remember teasing him as he put it in his mouth to taste his own toes. “What did you find?” I would coo at him and shake his tiny ankle.

Again, later on, the same thing happened with his hands and then, of course, his penis. Little boys find that thing, and nothing matters for the rest of their lives. Constantly fondling it, tugging on it, and trying to find ways to indulge it. But that isn’t where their exploration stops.

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Mommy Felicity's Ball Pit Sissy Monster

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Whoa, whoa, whoa! Look at this ball pit Sissy Monster! You must be wondering what the fuck is this dumb baby doing in a ball pit? Lol Well, isn’t it obvious? The little diaper faggot is just playing in the balls. As per usual. She likes big ones little ones. Pink ones, blue ones.

This monster is one hungry ball eater! Mommy Felicity loves to dress her up and take her out of the house for play dates. Ones that usually end in humiliating my little loser. I mean, she makes it so fucking easy! Dressing like a saggy diaper whore!

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Have you met my little toy? He’s really the cutest thing. Dennis chose to be shrunken down to the size of an action figure, and my family adopted him. Together, we all take care of him and love him like a pet. He’s always getting into trouble and finding himself in messes she shouldn’t be in.

Like how last night, I was cooking dinner, and Dennis was playing on the counter. He climbed into the bag of shredded cheese and tossed out little bits of cheese to help make the cheesy garlic bread. Of course, this isn’t really the help I would have asked him for, but he just takes initiative and tries on his own. I had to fish him out of the cheese bag and dust his little body off.

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A sweet, southern, Sassy mouth can tear you apart without making her words sound cruel. I could bless your heart while stroking your cheek, and you may think I mean something like I’m praying for you. Or lovingly look down at your face and ask, “Aren’t you precious?” Wouldn’t your heart just skip a beat thinking how much I cared for ya? When in all reality, I’ve just called you dumber than a box of rocks to your face, and you thanked me for it.

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Parent Teacher Conference

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If you told me that my son’s back-to-school parent teacher conference would end with me bent over Mr. Michaels’s desk, surely I would have told you that you were insane. I know I’m a naughty Mommy, but generally, in professional settings, I can keep myself in check. That was the plan until I was called into the classroom and came face to face with a God!

Mr. Michaels is one of god’s gifts to women. He is well over six foot with broad shoulders and bright blue eyes. Salt and pepper sprinkled at his temples and a sharp jaw. Not to mention, he had his sleeve rolled up to his elbows, showing off such sexy forearms.

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Mommy Baby Playtime

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It’s been a while since I’ve checked in on my diaper babies. But honestly, there are just so many of you, and it’s just exhausting. I have to keep an entire wing of my very large house just to keep the ever-growing number of cribs you diaper babies require. I’ve had to hire a full-time nanny just to keep you all fed, clothed, and bathed. And while I’d love to give you all more loving mommy attention, there are just so many of you! But today, I’m here. I had my coffee, and your mommy is finally ready to come give you some attentions.

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