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My gaze swept across the room until it landed on the tall, dark stranger leaning against the far wall of the bar. He stood well over six feet tall. His broad shoulders filled out a black button-down shirt, his jaw was shadowed with stubble and his eyes were intense. There was something in his posture that suggested he might let me take control in ways that went far beyond ordinary sex.

I finished my drink, set the glass down, and crossed the room to greet him. He introduced himself as “Marcus.” Our conversation started light, but I quickly steered it in the right direction. I mentioned how most people bored me and how I preferred partners who were willing to explore unusual pleasures. I let my fingers brush his wrist when I reached for another drink and noticed him smirk. Marcus admitted he had never tried anything like that before, yet the curiosity in his voice told me he wanted to. I leaned closer, describing in detail how I liked to dress a man in soft padding, how I enjoyed the intimacy of changing his diaper and holding him close while he surrendered.

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Alien ABDL

Posted 2 weeks ago by Cory

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I woke up to the smell of warm milk. That’s not a figure of speech. The air itself smelled sweet and faintly plasticky, like the inside of a bottle or a nursery left out in the sun. I looked out the window from the cabin of my spacecraft and saw a galaxy full of stars, some lavender grass, and two suns. I seemed to have landed somewhere I’d never been before.

The grass came up to my knees and smelled fragrant. It didn’t bend when I stepped through it; it just parted as I walked, like it knew I was coming. And then, I heard a crinkle. I looked yonder and saw a boy. He stood at the edge of the treeline, barefoot, and wearing a diaper so thick it changed the shape of his shadow. This boy was fully grown, the way I was, with big dark eyes that were wet at the corners. His hands twisted in front of him and the plastic of his extra thick pamper sang with every movement he made.

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I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who notices her son’s best friend. But there Cameron was, standing in my kitchen, after having rode his bike to my house in the rain. My son, Tyler, was away at college, so this was all a bit of a surprise. Cameron’s eyes were red from crying and he was soaked from head to toe. “Sorry, Mrs. Dae,” he said, quietly. “I didn’t know where else to go.” I should have called his parents, but I didn’t. Instead, I took matters into my own hands.

“Take off that wet shirt,” I commanded, gently. He looked at me…then he REALLY looked at me. I was wearing only a thin silk robe I’d thrown on when the doorbell rang. My hair was messy and I’d already removed my makeup for the evening. “Mrs. Dae…”

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Discipline

Posted 1 month ago by Cory

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Mark was late for our scheduled evening review by exactly four minutes. In my world, tardiness was an unacceptable lapse in discipline. “You understand why punctuality matters to me, don’t you, Mark?” I asked. My voice was purposely devoid of warmth, serving as a reminder that my patience was not an infinite resource. His eyes darted away for a split second before I tightened my grip on his chin. Just enough to demand his absolute, undivided attention.

I’d built my reputation on precision and absolute obedience, and I certainly wasn’t going to tolerate sloppy habits from anyone, especially not from Mark. “Good,” I said, while letting go of his face and stepping back slightly. “Kneel.” It wasn’t a request, nor was it phrased as a question. He dropped and his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud that echoed softly in the quiet room. I looked down at him and slowly adjusted my cuffs as I let the silence stretch out, forcing him to marinate in the consequences of his careless mistake.

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The kitchen sink had been gurgling angrily at me for three days, so when the repairman finally knocked on my apartment door, I was already ready to kiss him. Within twenty minutes, the pipes were cleared, the water was flowing smoothly, and I was feeling immensely grateful. Right up until the moment he handed me the invoice, that is.

My checking account was currently hovering somewhere in the neighborhood of negative four dollars and I realized my usual charm wasn’t going to magically conjure up a hundred and fifty bucks. “So,” I began, as I flashed him my most disarming, slightly mischievous grin and tapped a fingernail against the paper. “Bad news on the financial front, Marcus. It turns out my bank and I are currently not on speaking terms, and my wallet is about as empty as this sink used to be…”

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Sploshing Party

Posted 2 months ago by Cory

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I honestly wasn’t sure what I’d gotten myself into when I signed up for this “sploshing” party, but I figured it was worth indulging my curiosity for an evening. The room was already a chaotic masterpiece of beige sludge and vibrant neon jelly, and I felt like a suburban explorer stepping into a very sticky jungle.

I was just about to start contemplating my life choices when a hot guy wandered over to where I was standing. He didn’t even say hello! He just held up a bucket of chocolate pudding like it was an offering to a goddess (I mean, technically he wasn’t wrong) and dumped it right over both of our heads.

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Joseph knew the rules about keeping his play area tidy after quiet time, yet the room looked as though a tornado had spontaneously passed through it. As soon as he saw me standing in the doorway, Joseph huddled in the corner with his hands crossed over his thick, crinkly diaper. It appeared as if he was trying to summon a look of false indifference, but we both knew he couldn’t fool Mama Cory.

Disciplinarian was never a role that I enjoyed, but it was an essential tether to the boundaries that kept Joseph and my other ABDL’s feeling safe and structured within their sessions. As I knelt down to his level, I could see his pulse in his throat, which was a clear indication that the initial bravado of his rebellion was rapidly fading into the realization of the consequences that were about to inevitably follow his actions.

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I was standing in the aisle of my favorite grocery store, staring down a mountain of bulk-sized diapers and an alarming amount of diaper rash cream. Just as I reached for a box of premium-brand pull-ups, a very handsome man appeared beside me. I looked up to find a grin on his face that suggested he knew exactly what was happening in my world of ABDLs.

“Hosting a birthday party?” he asked, as he glanced from my face to the mountain of plush, absorbent goods piled high in my cart. I felt my cheeks flush, but I leaned into it and smirked, while tossing my hair over my shoulder. “Some of my guests are just notoriously messy,” I said, as I innocently batted my eyelashes at him.

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If you haven’t guessed by now, I am entirely, unapologetically obsessed with dicks. There is something about a cock in my mouth that feels like a symphony to my senses. I like to take my time selecting the perfect specimen, then warm it up just enough so the precum begins to glisten. The weight of a thick juicy cock in my hand, and the smooth, firm texture in my mouth always promises pure satisfaction for both of us.

I remember the first time I realized how much I truly loved sucking on cocks. It wasn’t just the flavor of the cock itself, but the physicality of sucking one that really sold me on it. I met a guy at a small bistro in NYC and soon found myself slowly and seductively going down on him under the table, letting the taste of his precum linger on my tongue. That man’s thick creamy cum burst forth, coating my tongue with his salty goodness. I wasn’t just tasting it, I was intimately exploring every inch!

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I had spent the afternoon lounging among the mountain peaks, plucking clouds like tufts of cotton, until the tiny, frantic motions of a particularly spirited little man caught my roving eye. He looked like a teeny, tiny spec scurrying across a dinner plate. His frantic gestures only served to heighten my amusement as I reached down with fingers the size of redwood trunks to pluck him from his futile sanctuary.

Cupping my hands around him, I brought him closer to my face. My breath was like a gale-force wind that sent his hair whipping wildly. I couldn’t help but let out a soft, throaty chuckle at the sheer absurdity of his plight. He looked so insignificantly precious, knowing full well that he was entirely at the mercy of my whims.

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