Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
While running errands around town, the summer heat was too much! My tiny denim shorts were stuck to my ass, and your tee was sweaty from dashing through store parking lots. We were far from finished with our day, but seeing each other sticky and hot was too much to handle.
I giggled when I realized you swerved over into one of those automatic car washes. The average car wash like this lasts only five minutes. We wouldn’t need much more to make each other cum.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270
There are some risks involved when sleeping with a bedwetter. The first is, you guessed it! Some mornings, you may wake up in a warm puddle. I was surprised Sunday morning when I woke up wrapped in Baby Johnny’s arms, but I felt dry. He’d had so much to drink the night before playing with his friends that I expected us to wake up in a river instead of just a piddle puddle. I scooted my butt back against his soggy nappy and grinned. I might be dry, but he sure wasn’t. By the feel of his heavy nappy against my ass, it wouldn’t take much more liquid in that thing or much more squishing before he sprung a leak.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Waitressing at this little country dinner in the mornings has been real fun. It’s never really that busy, and the customers are mostly older men looking for a good meal but don’t want to dirty the kitchen before leaving for work. I’ve gotten really fond of one of the guys. He’s so tall and has this cheeky grin that soaks my panties.
We’ve been flirting over his Friday morning bacon and eggs breakfast special, but today, I was feeling extra frisky and slipped into his booth beside him after I brought his steaming plate of greasy morning deliciousness.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
So I got this diaper boy, right? He’s cute and kind of pathetic. He loves his diapers so much that he wishes he could be in them all the time. Sometimes, he tries to tease me with glimpses of the real man he used to be before he became a bedwetter and needed his diapers all the time.
The other day, he sent me a little something, and I could tell there were two problems. One, he wasn’t diapered because I could clearly see the outline of his erection, and two, he indeed had an erection! Um, that’s not for him to just have! Hello, diaper dicks should ONLY ever get hard while pampered. It looks like more extensive Diaper training is in order.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Cameron booked up an all-inclusive five-star Caribbean resort vacation. I swear I’ve never been spoiled the way this man spoils me. He provided everything I wanted before I knew I wanted it, so I knew the vacation would be a fun, freeing sex-perience. We’d be there for five days, and I was going to make the most of each one.
The flight was long but well worth it. As soon as we stepped foot off the shuttle and onto the resort, the warm sea breeze had me feeling bold. Cameron is a very jealous man, and I can’t help but enjoy pushing his buttons. I knew if he had to watch me flirting with all the sexy Caribbean eye candy, he’d fuck me ten times harder when we got back to the room. Let the games begin.
Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443
The warm, sweaty weight of Jacob’s body on top of me felt delicious. His lips teased my neck, and he asked, “Are you on birth control?” Funny, isn’t that something he should have asked before pumping his cum against my cervix. My head shook as my fingers traced his strong shoulders. He pulled back quickly as if shocked by my answer. The man had just assumed we were protected. His scared eyes looked down at me. “What do you mean? Really? You aren’t on anything?”
“No,” I answered meekly, shrinking away from his apparent anger. “I didn’t expect this to happen.” He cussed so loud that my whole body flinched. One minute we were basking in the afterglow of lovemaking, and the next, he was milking his cum out of my pussy.
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
It must be so taxing to be in trouble all the time—as if you can’t do anything right! Your mom is always yelling at you, your teachers are forever scolding you, and we won’t even get started on your father! Have no fear, though; my little friend, your babysitter, sees how hard you are trying to be good.
No one else thinks so; they think you WANT to be bad. But you don’t, do you? You’re so tired of ALWAYS being the one who gets spanked! For once, YOU want to do the spanking. Well, I don’t think things have been fair either. Come into my bedroom, and babysitter Val will teach you how to spank.
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Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
My Uncle Ricky is a pervert but like the best kind. He might think of some nasty stuff but never crosses a line. Unlike other men who shouldn’t have touched me but have, Uncle Ricky suffers in silence, making teasing him so much more fun.
He was over for our family pool party this weekend, and I kept catching him gawking at me in my little bikini. It made me feel so sexy, knowing he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. Someone suggested playing chicken in the pool, and I bounced by his side. “I’m on Uncle Ricky’s team!” I pushed my boobs against his back and whispered in his ear. “You want me, don’t you?” He turned around and looked at me with big, nervous eyes, and I giggled before shoving his shoulder. “On your team? You want me on your team, right?”
Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399
In the hidden corners of your mind lies a world of carnal taboo that reigns supreme where lust and pleasure intertwine in a dangerous dance. A place where desires run wild and inhibitions are left at the door. This world is a paradox, both thrilling and terrifying in its intimacy. I am the puppet master of strings of desire and lust.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270
Mmm, I love how warm and snuggly diaper boys are first thing in the morning. This morning, I woke up with my nose in Baby Johnny’s hair. His little diaper butt was tucked against me in the little spoon position as we’d sleep soundly all night long. He didn’t wake me once, and I assumed that meant his diaper would be extra full this morning.
My arm curled around his waist, and as I inhaled, I could smell his absorbent diaper before my hand even cupped the squishy front. It was so wet another ounce, and he would spring a leak. He stirred against me as I rubbed him. “Mama?” I nuzzled my nose the the back of his head and hummed. “I have to make pushies. My tummy hurts.” A soft chuckle left my lips. Of course, Mommy’s morning stinker had to go.