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Ok was just cruising Ebay this evening before going to bed and came across these diapers that are for sell on Ebay.

Anyone from the Boston,Ma area looking for friends? I sure am. I am 26 and looking to start up some ways to get together. Are there any events already in the Boston area? Let me know and thanks.

Taken from the book: Tame & Wild (ABDL BedTime Stories), here is a story about the completion of want as a college schoolgirl goes straight to the head of her class. ---------------------------- How to Write a Love Letter - Katie finished writing the tenth sentence on the tiny chalkboard on the wall. She set the chalk back on the ledge and slapped her hands together twice, clapping the residue from her fingertips as she stepped back to look at her work. She smiled warmly, but with a sly upward turn to the corners of her mouth. Everything had worked out exactly as she wanted it to. And she stood in the middle of her professor’s office – exactly where she wanted to be. Her professor was an extremely attractive guy, with a clean-shaven, well-kept look. He was the right mixture of charm and success. The laws of attraction took hold and beginning on the second day of classes, she always sat in the front row, center seat – dressed head to toe as the schoolgirl dream she hoped that passed through his mind at night. In reality, practically every female student wanted him in a way that she only whispered to her pillow at night. Katie was one of many admirers, but at present, she was the only one standing in his office. And before she tucked her tail between her legs from rejection, she would have her turn to woo the sexy writing teacher with her prose. The advanced composition class he taught met three times a week – Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 1:10 – 2:30 pm. And it was her final class each of those days. She was called to his office on this particular Friday afternoon for a simple infraction of repeated tardiness – or so he said. Oh my, how she enjoyed being late. Her tardiness was deliberate, in order to get his attention. She would average being ten minutes late, so her entrance would stop him from teaching and make him watch her as she took graceful steps to her seat. Each day, she would add a new little touch to her schoolgirl look. From that perfect make-up to those braided pigtails to the right color of checkered skirt (yanked just a bit higher each try) to the earrings to the partially unbutton dress shirt, her schoolgirl outfit was primed to take her straight to head of his class. Today’s touches included white stocking and a pink checkered skirt, a last minute purchase that morning. Standing in his office, Katie folded her hands behind her back, perusing the books on the shelves and trying not to think of him too much before he got there. The weekly assignment was always to submit a paper to him after each Friday’s class, demonstrating some of the writing techniques they had discussed in class that week. In this particular week, she had submitted her paper to him after the Wednesday calls, hoping it would produce the meet she wanted. She took the opportunity to use what she learned in writing him a letter – straight from the heart. And she held nothing back. This was her first semester in college and as a new freshman, she was becoming engrossed in the freedoms she had never known before now. Dorm life was eye-opening and so were the weekend parties. But Katie always walked a straight line when it came to class work. She took everything seriously and pursued what she wanted with a passion. That’s why the day she first walked into his class, she fell seriously in love with him. And that’s why she did all that she needed to in order to wind up in his office today. She sat down in the cushioned chair behind his desk, taking a moment to sit crossed-legged before parting her thighs and stretching her legs out to rest her ankles on the edge of the desk. This meeting wasn’t about academics, but rather the completion of an urge she simply couldn’t control anymore and didn’t want to. And if the lust in her heart was anything like what he could feel for her, then all the competition she went through to get here would’ve been well worth the effort. All she needed to do was invest in the wiles which fueled her passion to begin with. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, leaving just enough of a glimpse of her cleavage and the lacey edges of her white bra to make him want to see more. Feeling the backside of her legs, she checked to make certain she hadn’t missed any hairs. In her purse, she had every possible thing needed for every possible direction her time with him may have gone. She pealed her pink skirt up, pulling out the waistband of her white cotton panties, to make certain of her smoothness all over. Her tiny fingertips reached inside her panties and crossed over a peach she had taken quite some time. Heaving her chest and arching her lower back, she traced the outer lips of her labia, teasing her waking arousal before concentrating on her hood. She leaned her head back against the cushion chair as she closed her eyes and let out the first many small whimpers of enjoyment. Yeah, it was a lot of work being a girl, but it was worth it all. She was a girl and he was a guy she liked. Her imagination ran wild. And she saw herself as his lover, his soul mate, his wife … even his BabyGirl (but that would be a revelation of the future, not of the moment.) And they way that she saw it, there was only one thing that stood between the present and the life to follow … she simply needed to tell him how she felt. Recognizing that she could be crushed in a single instant with a single breath of air, she knew that the first impression needed to be lasting. And as the office door opened, she leaped up onto his desk, sitting up and stretching her legs out. It was the fantasy she dreamed and the fantasy she had merely to begin making the rest of her life. The power needed was in her hands and in her heart. Every little advancement in life or good fortune Katie had found came from a bit of hard work and determination –made harder, from time to time, by the natural competition she often encountered from other girls. She accepted that life would always make her work harder than others to get those things which many rarely had to lift a finger to acquire. But she had long since gotten over the hurt of that. Instead, she channeled that hurt into determination. That’s why she basked in the victory she had all ready won by being in her professor’s office. And sitting on the top of his desk as he entered the room, she was ready to let her wiles do the talking. She would not feel guilty for having won the competitions of life nor would she feel bad for what she had to do to get where she was now. Her professor shut the door behind him and stopped dead in his tracks, seeing her sprawled out on his desk with crossed legs, a heaving chest and a twinkle in her eye which showed the lust in her thoughts. “We need to talk, Katie,

At long last, I've decided to write a third "Life with Claire" story, with one chapter each day from now until Christmas Eve. Consider it my gift to all of you who liked my original stories. --- One The atmosphere inside the mall was electric with the holiday shopping frenzy. Whole families and troupes of friends rushed past each other through the aisles and escalators of every Macy's and Sears store, filling the air with the sound of kids laughing and crying while the same twelve Christmas songs were played on an endless loop. Through the chaos engulfing the first-floor Macy's, Jessica walked with a clear purpose. She kept one hand stuck in the pocket of her fur-collared jacket and the other hand tightly gripping the shopping list she'd received from her Aunt Claire earlier that morning. She'd known how insane it was to try and find any Christmas dinner supplies at this time of the season, but she had to try. The whole family was counting on it. From her left, she heard someone call out, "Jess! I got it!" Jessica turned and saw her friend Samantha come weaving and dodging through the thickest part of the shopping crowd. Samantha wasn't hard to miss, wearing a bright red pea coat and a white scarf trailing around her neck. The demented grin on her face brought a smile to Jessica's as she came to meet her friend halfway across the aisle. "You won't believe it," Samantha said, panting for breath as she came to a halt, "but I got the last one." She held up a beautiful tablecloth inside a square plastic package--the reindeer-embroidered tablecloth her grandmother used to have many Christmases ago. Jessica's grin widened. "That's fantastic! So how many older women did you have to fight off for it?" "Only a dozen," Samantha replied with a flippant shrug. She tucked the package under her arm and slid her other arm around Jessica's waist. "That's put us almost halfway done, am I right?" "We just need to get to Sears before all the cooking ware disappears." Jessica consulted her list and nodded. "With any luck, we should be done before six and back home in time for dinner." "Great!" Samantha led Jessica toward the front of the store. "And maybe then, we'll see if Sarah will be up for some roleplaying." Jessica considered that for a moment. Then she let out a satisfied smile and answered, "I think that'd be nice. Let's hope she's not too tired for it." "Say, Jess..." Samantha leaned in with a serious expression. "Sorry to bring this up, but... do you need a break to go change?" Jessica smiled and shook her head. "I'm fine, Sam. But thanks for asking." "Sorry. Old habit." "I still think it's sweet." --- It had been almost seven years since Jessica had finally gotten out of diapers. Like most girls, she had been toilet trained and out of diapers by the age of four, but things had conspired to go badly in her life after that. Her father suddenly leaving had caused her mother's mind to finally snap, and she'd taken out her rage on poor Jessica, who'd been forced back into diapers and treated like a baby for several weeks. It was only by Providence that her mother's younger sister Claire had steppped in and rescued Jessica from that wide-awake nightmare, although the damage had been done. For the next ten years, Jessica had to struggle with all manner of trauma. Emotionally-triggered flashbacks. An inability to be close with anyone except her Aunt Claire, her cousin Sarah, and her friend Samantha. And of course, the fact that she was completely incontinent. Being a teenager who still had to wear diapers had been particularly humiliating, even if she was fortunate enough that no one except for Samantha and the school nurses ever knew about them. Eventually, though, things got better. Jessica had been able to confront some of her worst traumas after an episode involving Sarah, who had just come out to their aunt about her diaper fetish. She also had found a boyfriend, Ryan, whose sympathy had overtaken his apprehension about the issue of her diapers. Claire herself had finally been able to move on from being simply Jessica's guardian and, after some soul-searching, had also come out of the closet. Now Jessica and Sarah had a whole new aunt, Andrea, Claire's old college roommate and current partner. Everything changed after that. Jessica, Sarah, and Samantha were able to get their own apartment with the help of Claire and Andrea. While Sarah got a promotion at her PR job, Jessica and Samantha went to work for a fashion boutique on Main Street. And most important for Jessica was the fact that she had begun to regain proper bladder and bowel control, having only to wear a diaper at night and getting by with a bladder pad in her underwear by day. But there were also sad developments, too. Just three months prior, Grandma Rose had passed away in her sleep at the age of eighty-nine. After the funeral, it was decided that Claire and Andy would have Christmas Eve dinner at their home for the very first time and the usual Christmas Day party at Sarah's parents' house. This was why Jessica was so urgent about getting everything that day at the mall. Her Aunt Claire was her second mother--her only real mother, as far as she was concerned--and she didn't want to disappoint her in making this Christmas as special as all the others. --- At close to five-thirty that day, Jessica had crossed the final item off her list. She handed the list to Samantha, who promptly crumpled it up and tossed it over her shoulder into a trash can behind her. And with that, they declared their holiday shopping over at last. On their way out of the mall, they passed by the Santa Claus workshop in the atrium, where there was still a decent-sized line of children waiting their turn. Samantha noticed one of Santa's elves was a tall guy with a pencil-thin beard and very cute eyes, though despite her efforts, she couldn't seem to attract his attention at the head of the line. "Nice, Sam," Jessica commented. "Now I finally know what to get you for Christmas." "Plus he's one of Santa's elves, so you know he's good at making presents," Samantha exclaimed in between giggles. "He's the gift that keeps on giving!" Jessica had to stifle a groan behind her lips as she grabbed her friend's elbow to lead her away. But then she heard over her shoulder someone say, "It's okay, Ritchie, I'm off break now..." Something about the voice struck her as familiar. She turned around and saw a man in a Santa suit emerge from behind the workshop, out of sight of the kids. He was holding a thick white beard in one hand and a Santa hat in the other, but it was his face that drew Jessica's eye. She knew his face. The hair was grayer, the skin was more lined, and the eyes were sunken, but there was no doubt it was him. Jessica slowly approached, hands clenched into fists inside her jacket. As she came up, the man glanced her way and froze. His eyes went wide at the sight of her. "J-Jessica," he mumbled, nearly dropping the fake beard. "God, honey... it's really you, isn't it?" Despite the nervous trickle her bladder released into her padded underwear, Jessica didn't flinch. She kept her hands tight and answered, "Hi, Dad. How've you been?"

Im looking for a pacifier bondage gag, does any one know where i can find one?

No doubt this will have been discussed hundreds of times before, but I'm new to the forum and couldn't see it being discussed so thought I'd start this thread. How does being an ABDL affect your love life and relationships? I'm 20, and have never really had a proper girlfriend. Not because I'm uncomfortable with women, I've got lots of really close female friends, but I've just never been able to properly start a relationship with someone I like. I'm not sure why this is really, I'm quite a confident person, I work in a busy pub so I talk to strangers all day for a living and if I don't say so myself, I think I'm relatively good looking... Going back to my female friends, their advice is always based around being an alpha-male "Stroll over and ask to buy her a drink" "Go over there and give her your number", which, for someone who enjoys wearing a nappy and being cuddled, isn't exactly in keeping with character. The other classic advice they give is, "Be yourself!". Well, being myself hasn't exactly stood me in great stead so far has it? Being myself makes me friends, which is by no means a bad thing, but it doesn't mean I'm fending them off with a stick either It's a double edged sword really - once girls get to know you, they think you're sweet, trustworthy...personality traits they often wish their boyfriend had, but they're just not interested sexually in you. I think all the above stems from being an AB and wanting a deeper emotional connection with a person, rather than a relationship just based on sex, and its hard to establish such a connection when you're steaming drunk talking to a total stranger that you can barely hear over the music. Anyway, I'd just be interested to hear what other people's experiences have been, and would gladly take any advice the forum has for me. Thanks for reading my emotional outpouring, I hope it made sense. It's quite hard to summarise a lifetimes worth of sexual inadequacy in half a page

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