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I am in my office with a wet, clammy, a little droopy Classico v2 diaper. I think I can make it through the rest of the day and change when I get home. -
By justagirl4fun · Posted
As a female, I will say Little Sheri, Dubious, and rusty pins have pretty much nailed it. Things can go south pretty quickly once you acknowledge you're female on sites like this. (I will say most of the regulars here have been nothing but polite, friendly and civilized. Mikey and the mods do a good job keeping creeps at bay but mention you're female and pervs come out of the woodwork.) It's either guys immediately wanting to know what you do in your diapers, begging for pics, saying they want to change you, etc...or it's guys wanting you to be a mommy/caretaker even though you've not shown any interest in that aspect. And then there's the mansplaining. On multiple occasions, for example, I've mentioned wearing certain types of diapers, like Always Discreet, and explained why I chose them, only to immediately be told by men that they're garbage and I should be wearing some kind of tape-on premium diaper despite a thick tape-on not being practical for the situation. (I do wear both pull-ups and tape-on diapers, it just depends on where I'm going, what I'm doing, how long I plan on wearing, if I'm hanging out with other people, etc.) As far as the assumption by someone in this thread that using menstrual pads has something to do with it, I'd say that's a pretty baseless theory. Menstrual pads are nothing like diapers (trust me, they aren't going to hold more than a tiny dribble) and play no role in whether I wear or not. -
Testing out the Tykables Little Builders again to see how absorbant it is till it leaks. First time I properly tested, I didn't fluff it much and the bottom tapes were way too loose. Got 4 wets in and it's mostly full, no leaks. Going to change now and fluff another one up -
By Lost Little Neppy · Posted
I love that one of his old Tweener students was probably going to help him escape. Not that it would do any good at this point. Clark honestly has it good with Janet. Not at first, obviously, and I don't blame him for still carrying some resentment toward her for her earlier craziness. And yeah, he's still a jerk, and I much prefer other characters in this amazing novel, but I do like how complex of a character he is. How complex most everyone is. Of the main cast, anyway, haha. I would love to see more Emiliano and Amy. They're my faves. -
By sissysusie1 · Posted
In the soft, dim glow of their bedroom, I, Emily, find myself lost in the sweet, rhythmic lullaby of our baby girl's gentle snores, a melody that has become the soundtrack to our lives. The house is quiet, save for the distant hum of the nursery monitor, a constant reminder of our little one's presence. I take a moment to appreciate the peace, my heart swelling with a warmth that only motherhood can bring. But tonight, there's an undercurrent of anticipation, a secret thrill that's become all too familiar. I glance at the clock, my pulse quickening as I hear the soft knock at the front door. He's punctual, as always. I slip out of bed, careful not to disturb the slumbering figure of my husband, Tom, and pad silently to the door. The cool air whispers through the open door as I welcome Jake, my lover, into our home. His eyes, dark and intense, meet mine, and in that shared gaze, a thousand unspoken words pass between us. He steps inside, his hand brushing mine as he passes, a fleeting touch that sends a shiver down my spine. I lead him upstairs, our footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. As we approach the bedroom, I can't help but steal a glance at Tom, still lost in dreams, blissfully unaware of the world we've created around him. It's a world that satisfies us all, in its own strange, complex way. Jake follows me into the en suite, his reflection joining mine in the mirror. I turn to face him, my breath hitching as he reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of my neck, my shoulder, before sliding down to the hem of my nightgown. He lifts it slowly, his touch igniting a trail of fire across my skin. I watch as he undresses, his body a work of art, a stark contrast to Tom's petite frame and soft curves. Tom's tiny erection can never satisfy me, not like Jake can. Not like the 7 inches of hard, throbbing manhood that's now pressing against me, demanding my attention. I gasp as Jake's hands find my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples, making them harden. He knows just how to touch me, just how to make me feel. I lean into him, my body aching for more, my mind racing with thoughts of the pleasure that's to come. But first, there's the matter of Tom. I pull away from Jake, my heart pounding as I lead him back into the bedroom. I stand by the bed, Jake behind me, his hands on my hips, his breath hot on my neck. I look down at Tom, his face peaceful, his chest rising and falling with each soft breath. I reach down, my fingers tracing the edge of Tom's nightie, lifting it slowly to reveal the frilly knickers he wears to bed. I can feel Jake's eyes on me, his body tense with anticipation. I slip my hand inside Tom's knickers, my fingers finding his tiny penis, soft and warm. I stroke it gently, feeling it stir to life under my touch. Tom's eyes flutter open, his gaze meeting mine. I smile at him, my heart filled with love and desire. "Good morning, Tom," I whisper, my voice low and sultry. "It's time to wake up, sweetheart. Jake's here." Tom's eyes widen, his cheeks flushing pink as he takes in Jake's naked form. I watch as Tom's hand reaches down, his fingers tugging at the waistband of his knickers, pulling them down to reveal his tiny erection. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and desire. I lean down, my lips brushing against Tom's ear. "It's okay, Tom," I whisper. "You know you love this. You love watching me with Jake, don't you?" Tom nods, his breath coming in short gasps. I can see the outline of his erection growing, his body responding to the scene unfolding before him. I straighten up, my gaze meeting Jake's. It's time. Jake smiles, his hands reaching for me, pulling me close. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, demanding my attention. I turn to Tom, my fingers finding the hem of my nightgown, lifting it slowly over my head. I stand before them, naked and vulnerable, my body aching for release. Tom's eyes are fixed on me, his gaze hungry and intense. I can see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his desire and his shame. But I know him, I know his secrets, his fantasies. And I know that this, right here, is what he wants. I turn to Jake, my body pressing against his. I can feel his hands on me, his touch firm and demanding. I close my eyes, my mind lost in the sensation, the pleasure that's building inside me. I can hear Tom's soft whimpers, his ragged breaths, and I know that he's watching, that he's loving every moment of this. Jake's hands find my hips, lifting me onto the bed. I open my eyes, my gaze meeting Tom's. I can see the tears in his eyes, the emotion that's overwhelming him. I reach out, my fingers brushing against his cheek. "It's okay, Tom," I whisper. "This is what you want. This is what we all want." Tom nods, his body shuddering as Jake's hands find my thighs, pushing them apart. I gasp as Jake enters me, my body arching to meet his. I look at Tom, my eyes filled with love and desire, and I know that this, right here, is where we all belong.
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