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By little_madd · Posted
Hi everyone, how are you? This is my first story and my first attempt at writing one; I hope you enjoy it. I’d love to hear any comments you have. Just a few notes: all the characters are 18+, and English isn't my first language, but I hope you like it. Chapter 1: Start Elizabeth is a very cute college student living in a small suburban apartment. She had long explored the internet, discovering concepts like "Little" and ABDL, and began identifying as a "Little" herself; she even started a Facebook profile to share posts about this side of her life and loved posting photos online. Elizabeth had many fans, but one woman in particular—Joy, or "Mommy Joy" as she called herself—consistently liked her posts and sent gifts: money, food, diapers, and more. Elizabeth never actually spoke to her, though she saw the comments about how cute she was and how the gifts were meant to maintain that cute look; however, Elizabeth never actually used the diapers or other gifts, finding them too childish. Elizabeth was lying in bed, watching makeup videos on TikTok, when she received a message from "Mommy Joy." She usually ignored them, but since the woman sent so many things, she decided she wanted to at least have a conversation. "Hi, sweetie... I'm in the same city; how about a mommy to take care of you?" the message read, accompanied by a photo of a diaper. Elizabeth felt confused but remembered a comment she had made about meeting up if the woman were ever in town, so she agreed to a meeting at the city library. She had often posted—partly to boost engagement—about wanting a strict mommy to put her through a regression process, undo her potty training, and treat her like a baby. On the morning of the meeting, Mommy Joy instructed her to wear a purple top that said "Little Princess" and black leggings; Elizabeth then headed to the library to meet her. Elizabeth stands outside the city library, eager to meet her new "Mommy." The sun shines brightly overhead as she takes a deep breath before stepping inside. Inside the library, Elizabeth was directed by a message from Mommy Joy to the kids' area; looking again, Mommy told Elizabeth to pick out a book about princesses so she would know who she is. Elizabeth scans the shelves until she finds a colorful book titled *Princesses and Their Castles*. As she reaches out to grab it, a soft voice behind her says: "What a wonderful choice, dear." Elizabeth turns around and sees an elegant woman with warm eyes and a gentle smile. Joy is impeccably dressed in a soft cream blouse and a dark skirt. Elizabeth thinks, "It must be Mommy Joy." Her gaze sweeps over the woman's outfit, and her smile widens slightly. "It’s wonderful to finally meet you in person, Little Princess," she says softly, her voice making you feel small and loved. "I’m Mommy Joy. I was waiting for my special little girl." -
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By Little Sherri · Posted
I would say this... without getting to graphic... I'll do my best to express what I'm trying to say here. I've never requested, nor been offered the option to deposit "it" anywhere particularly adventurous - you know, "*** on my face!" or "*** on my boobs!" or whatever movie tropes you can think of. Some of you will think this probably means I'm pretty boring, in that department. You may be right. But (and there's a dangerous pun there, but I'm going to leave it alone...), if you're with someone, and they're engaged in a loving act involving direct oral contact with your intimate zones, it is nice if things can progress, uninterrupted, rather than the proceedings having to be watched like a toaster that is going to pop up, or a pot that is going to boil over, and you having to request an urgent evacuation before the urgent evacuation that things are building towards. This can be about perceptions of dominance versus submissiveness, or viewed through the lens of humiliation, or it can just be practical, seamless, and with no possibilities for creating any laundry in the process, if both parties are on board, and consenting and comfortable with that outcome. My wife will kill me if she ever reads this, but, having been with a partner before, who wanted to be notified when it was time to get off the runway, so to speak, during one of our early adventures, I croaked something along the lines of, "Wait.... I'm gonna... oh gosh, honey, maybe you should.... OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH........ Oh, I am so sorry!" And she said, "Sorry for what? You don't think I knew what was going to happen? Do you not like that?" To which I said that I very much did like what had just happened, however I was worried that I had been somewhat impolite about it. She laughed at that, and we never spoke about it again, more or less. Whereas it could be a completely different scenario for someone else, with that same outcome being seen as deeply impolite. But neither of us particularly cared where "it" went, it was more about preserving the continuity of the moment.
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