*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Are you an adult baby that’s looking for a long-term mommy for some ABDL fun? Because I love nurturing and loving on all of you little babies and I currently need some new ones for my nursery.
I know that every ABDL is a little bit different, so I’ll make sure to ask you what you need from mommy before we get too far into our call. I want you to be happy with the fun we have when you call me. So, I need to hear all about what you’re craving.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
I convinced Sir to attend trivia night with me recently. He told me that I would owe him big time for making him use his big brain rather than his little one. I shivered as I anticipated being punished for making him think. Of course, we won trivia night and the prize money that went with it. Sir tucked the winnings into my purse to spend on myself at another time. However, he bent down to whisper in my ear that it was time for him to claim his own winnings. I trembled as he ushered me out of the bar by my elbow and into the car taking me home.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
It’s that time of year again! Princess Kayla loves to make each and every birthday super memorable! Of course, I have no idea what’s in store for me this year as the special day approaches, but I wanted to share one of my favorite birthday memories.
It was my sweetest birthday—such a fantastic day for most girls. You finally feel like a real woman. Old enough to drive and smart enough to drive men wild. I was working at a small family dinner where regulars lined the counters nightly.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
People ask me, constantly, why I do this. It is about understanding the fundamental truth of the human psyche: how much they desire the total absence of responsibility. For me, being a Domme—la Déesse, if you prefer the proper terminology—is the only way I can truly breathe. Everything else is noise. But when someone kneels before me, the world outside vanishes. There is only the weighted silence of utter obligation.
I love the control, of course. Who wouldn’t love the knowledge that a single, slow lift of my eyebrow can shatter a man’s composure? But that’s just the starting point. The real allure is what comes after the initial submission: the raw trust. They put themselves and their entire emotional landscape into my hands. They need me to be sharper, wiser, and crueler than they are capable of being themselves.
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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
The big feast is over, and there’s so much leftover. Meats and pies. Cookies and cakes. Breads in all different flavors, these people go all out and cook way too much! The family is still hanging around with no motivation to drive themselves back home anytime soon. It’s so hard to find time to fuck with so many people in the house, but I’m such a horny girl that I’m determined to carve out some leftover fucking time! I think the best time to do the deed would be when everyone piles into the car to go Black Friday shopping.
We can say we want to stay behind to help organize the leftovers and make turkey sandwiches for everyone when they return from a full day of shopping for steals and deals.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
From the moment I met Jonathan, I knew there was a beautiful woman inside him just aching to come out. At family gatherings, everyone probably wondered why I would sit and stare at my brother in law. But the truth is that I was fantasizing about doing his makeup. And dressing him up in a dress, stockings, heels, and a little lacy bra and panty set. I’m not sure why it became such an obsession to me. I think it was just because I could feel how badly he needed and wanted it. He didn’t have to tell me, I just knew. I knew those big, blue, sultry eyes would look so sexy in a smoldering smoky eye look. The thought of coating those lush lashes in mascara for the first time had me so aroused. His perfect pouty lips were begging to be lined and filled with fuchsia, then coated in clear, sparkly gloss.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Every girl looks forward to her birthday. It’s a special day when everything is about her. She should be the center of the universe, and Kayla is no different. She was so excited about her party. We spent hours on details for the invitations, decorations, and party favors. She meticulously picked her party outfit and the catering that would wow her guests.
Everything was picture-perfect, until her little brother, Mr. Stinkypampers, did what babies do best. You guessed it! Kayla called me almost in tears, wailing, “Please, Stinkypants Detective, come quick. I know he is here, I can SMELL him, but I can’t find him! I need your nose!”
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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
This is the story about the origin of Spanksgiving. The kitchen was thick with steam that smelled overwhelmingly of simmering basil and crushed tomatoes. Thanksgiving wasn’t complete without Mommy Anna’s infamous Neapolitan sugo, and Ronnie was slumped over the heavy cast iron pot.
“Don’t stop stirring, Ronnie,” Mommy Anna had warned. “We have company coming and this sugo cannot stick. Keep that heat low and that spoon moving!” I slipped into the kitchen hoping for a leftover cookie, but stopped in my tracks when I saw my brother. “Ronnie, you won’t believe it,” I whispered, leaning close to the stove.
Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463
It’s Thanksgiving Day and I’m ready to get stuffed. I invited the last three guys I fucked. Their names were Kevin, Mark and James. We had a huge feast laid out on the table and spent a few hours eating, chatting and getting to know each other more, and then it was time for dessert. We cleared off the table and put a new purple tablecloth over the table, and I laid down on it.
I was already so horny, and my pussy was already nice and wet. James started and stuffed his nine-inch meaty cock into my pussy to get his cock all lubed up. I knew what he really wanted to do. He wanted to stuff me in the ass. So, he pulled out of my pussy, and I felt the head of his cock at my asshole entrance. He pushed further and further in, and I screamed in great pleasure.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I adore my boy. He’s the sweetest, most adorable ABDL munchkin you ever did see, all wrapped up in a crinkly diaper. But there’s just one tiny, rather small secret I’ve been keeping under wraps, quite literally. When my fellow Mamas would gather for their notorious “bragging brunches,” regaling us with tales of their boys’ magnificent, awe-inspiring, frankly colossal dick sizes (yes, we do compare), I’d just sip my mimosa and plaster on a smile.
“Oh, my Aiden’s a real handful,” Brenda would gush, “eight glorious inches, and thick as a soda can! Such a big boy!” Meanwhile, my own sweet boy was, well, more of a charming four. A secret that felt as heavy as a lead diaper, even though it was in reality so impossibly light (and small…oh, so very small!).