“Aww, your little bottom is so adorable, baby! Have I ever told you just how sweet and soft and pretty it is?” His voice was warm and comforting, and the syrupy condescension and genuine love within it made her flush and smile despite her timid anxiety. Let go… Trust Dadda… He knows what he’s doing… So she squatted obediently before him on the bed now, her sensitive little anus clenching and softening reflexively under the pressure of the pink, silicone training plug his fingers were now gently pressing into her. She also trusted him and his assurances that he would take care of everything… even down to the icky, embarrassing details of lube and plugs and god knew what. He’d told her what he wanted to do with her… asked her for her consent… made sure the adult Shirley – the rational, non-Little Shirley – was truly willing to try such an interesting new play.Īnd yes, she’d agreed. Dadda had been talking about it for weeks now with her.
#BDSM TUMBLR SKIN#
Shirley shivered softly, not so much from the cool air caressing her naked skin as from her unspoken, nervous anticipation of what was about to come. Here’s a little caption featuring some of the themes requested by Hope y'all enjoy!
They looked like a pair of no-nonsense nannies, and he didn’t like the way they were eyeing him up one bit. This must be what Holly had meant by muscle. But looking at the large, matronly but muscular women smirking at him from the back seats, he wasn’t so sure anymore. He didn’t consider himself an especially strong man, but he wasn’t weak either he certainly would have thought he could overpower any woman easily. Tyler stopped in his tracks, goggling at them. They were dressed plainly in white tops and long skirts, and both of them were built like fridges. He glanced at the driver, a portly, middle-aged woman who was smiling at him broadly, and he noticed as well that there were two more women sitting at the back of the bus. It looked like a bus for nursery schoolers! Oh, and like all our stories and captions, this is 18+ only!!Īs he entered, Tyler took in the soft, pastel colours of the seats, and the pictures of flowers and teddy bears that covered the interior walls. This chapter will make more sense if you've read the first chapter. If you haven't checked out her blog yet, what are you waiting for?! We are writing alternating chapters-she wrote this one. Hey all you babies! Here's chapter two of the ongoing, collaborative story written by me and my friend, BoysRBabies. Snuggling close, she soothed him, her eyes heavy and her body sated. “Momma!” He came all at once, the force arching his back off the bed.
“Your turn now, baby.” Her ministrations became commanding as she stroked harder and faster, his moans sending aftershocks through her entire body. Not wanting to set him up for failure, she maintained a rhythm that had her convulsing within seconds. Breathless now, she knew it wouldn’t take her long. “I know baby, but momma cums first.” She loved the control he gave her. Jolts of electricity spiked inside her and she moaned. The friction was immediate and she encouraged his to suckle her breast. Arousal pluses through her and she started to grind against his thigh. The squishy diapee felt so good under her hand. “Baby needs a change? Hmmm?” She kept stroking his diapee, relishing the hardness. “I’m wet, momma…” he moaned deliciously and she shivered. “Momma needs more loving.” He smiled, his excitement tenting in his soaked diapee. “Momma is horny, baby.” She leaned closer and whispered into his ear. He thrust into her hand unconsciously and mumbled something unintelligible. “Baby?“ she stroked the front of his diapee. She’d woken after an hour or so, ready to play again. She caressed his back as he slept soundly, his thick diapees already wet. Her days were filled with diapers and her adorable baby boy, so much so that being awake was now better than her dreams…and her dreams had traditionally been super hot!
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