"Wait, bro. You've gotta be fucking with us. She did what?"
I'm blushing, I know it. Though fortunately for me, in this darkened Uber there's no way either Jake or Corey can possibly see. If only I kept my mouth shut! But then again, when your groomsmen ask you point-blank about what you're planning to do at your informal bachelor party tonight...
"What was I supposed to do?" I protest. "I mean, come on, guys! You know what girls are like the day before their wed...
2021-05-21 23:00:03 +0000 UTC
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We're about to embark on a new, multi-part sequel to this old story later this month! While it will be available only to Silver, Gold, and Platinum patrons, it only seems right that you all get to enjoy the original before we begin. Hope you like it!
Part One
Boom. Kssshhhh. Thump. As the silver screen swirled before him in a glorious chaos of fireballs and twisted wreckage, Keith shifted uncomfortably. Oh, it wasn’t the gore getting to him. He...
2021-05-19 23:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Thanks once again to our lovely Gold-Tier patron Devin for sponsoring this one!
***
There's something so invigorating about fall, isn't there? Maybe it's the crisp air and cool nights. Maybe it's the dusty scent of the falling leaves, or the way the waning sunshine strikes the trees and sets them all aglow. I don't really know. But whatever it is, I'm feeling amazing today: confident, happy, and just so thankful to be able to share another weekend with my little Devin.
2021-05-16 23:00:02 +0000 UTC
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"Hey, baby. Welcome home! How was work?"
Oh, how was it indeed. I'm drained. Beat. Defeated, even. I can feel my shoulders sagging as I step through the door, feel the fatigue oozing from me like an unpleasant aura. It's been one of those days of frustration, of delays, of simmering interpersonal conflicts, of caustic remarks and bottled-up emotions. And frankly, I need a break.
But she already knows. She's magical that way, in her wonderfully uncanny ability to sense my mood with...
2021-05-14 23:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Damn, it's good to be back.
Oh, not because of the snow and the raging, icy cold. Not because of the crazy-short days and the nights that seem to begin at 4 in the afternoon. Not even because of the quaint, historic houses, which to my eye just looks like a bunch of drafty, rickety old heaps that need to be bulldozed and replaced with something efficient and modern.
No, it's good to be back here in snowy New England because it's so unlike where I've come from.
I guess the Ch...
2021-05-12 23:01:01 +0000 UTC
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Oh, my. This is going to be quite an interesting experience.
I allow my eyes to settle on the papers before me here in my quiet office. Being head physician has its perks, you know; it's a relief to have this still little sanctuary, away from the din of beeping monitors and clicking shoes and squeaky-wheeled gurneys in the corridors. And it's here that I can take time to reflect on recent developments.. To plot out our next course of action.
Naturally, there are always a million a...
2021-05-10 23:00:02 +0000 UTC
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This should be quite the adventure.
Oh, sure. I may look like just another ordinary biker pedaling through this quiet neighborhood, whizzing along through sunshine and birdsong and the hum of the occasional passing car. I may look the part of a typical young fellow in his twenties. But I know better. I've got so much more going on than any passerby will ever know.
Like my choice of underwear, for starters. Well, technically not my choice. Mommy's choice, that is:...
2021-05-07 23:00:21 +0000 UTC
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"Hey-hey, baby. Morning time. Come on, wakey-wakey..."
Whaa- Why- But the giraffes... They were dancing...
I blink up sleepily into Liz's smiling face, only slowly becoming aware of the lightening world around me. I'm tucked into bed, warm and safe, my red hair frizzy and tousled around my face. "Uhh- morning- Liz..." I stretch tentatively, reveling in the comforting sensation of the heavy blankets around me. And then I realize that beneath the covers, I'm huggin...
2021-04-30 23:01:01 +0000 UTC
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"I don't want a lot for Christmas / There is just one thing I need..." Mariah Carey belts out over the hum of the holiday shoppers. "I don't care about the presents / Underneath the Christmas tree..." Well, maybe she doesn't want a lot – but judging by appearances, pretty much everyone else in this corner of the Midwest most definitely does.
I'm trailing along behind my dad, still half disoriented by the oddest sensation: that of having been here in this supermarket many time...
2021-04-28 23:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Thanks to Gold-tier Patron Samantha for the awesome idea! This one practically wrote itself, so I hope y'all enjoy. :-)
***
"Hey, babe. Something bugging you?"
Joe's low voice rumbles in my ear, and I sigh softly, shaking myself out of my delightful, post-orgasmic haze. "Oh, it's nothing, promise. And definitely nothing about your, you know, performance just now." I bite my lip coyly, smiling up into my partner's unshaven face. Damn, it feels so good wh...
2021-04-25 23:01:01 +0000 UTC
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"Hold still now, honey. Mommy doesn't want to hurt you..."
Jeff fought the urge to clutch his tummy, settling instead for squeezing his eyes shut and suckling harder on his pacifier as he lay obediently across the bed. Had it only been last night when Emma, still flushed from their recent round of lovemaking, had teasingly suggested that the next day be a Little day for him? It was a long weekend, she'd purred amid his post-coital daze, and it had been so long since he'd gotten...
2021-04-23 23:01:00 +0000 UTC
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A big thanks again to our lovely Platinum-tier patron Matt for commissioning this one! Hope y'all like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :-)
***
Yeah. That's what went down last night.
I'm blushing as I think back on it, lying here in my bed and watching the pale morning light glowing softly behind the curtains. God, that was intense: Abby baring everything before me, beckoning me imperiously toward her shaven womanhood. The shameful heat in my cheeks as I bent do...
2021-04-21 23:01:00 +0000 UTC
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Thanks to our lovely Gold-tier patron Devin for commissioning another installment in this story!
***
"Um, Daddy... It's getting late. So, um, could you please hurry? Maybe a bit more?"
Even as I speak up into the unshaven face of my caretaker, the sinking feeling in my tummy warns that I maybe I shouldn't have said anything. It's not that I don't want him to take care of me. It's just that- well, a glance at the battered little clock on my nightstand shows ...
2021-04-18 23:01:00 +0000 UTC
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Careful what you wish for...
The cliché echoed through my mind as I sat on the edge of the hard dining room chair, my eyes flitting unwillingly toward the incriminating laptop screen in front of my wife. There for both of us to see was everything I'd been wishing for these past two years – the hidden stories and images and videos that had fueled those sordid, hormone-soaked masturbation sessions of mine. And judging by the inscrutable expression on her face, they weren't mak...
2021-04-16 23:00:02 +0000 UTC
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Well, that was all two weeks ago.
My eyes are gritty with sleep as I struggle upward into consciousness, stretching slowly under the tousled covers of my little bed. The light coming in from behind the closed curtains is barely more than a grey whisper, despite the recent time change. Must be another dark and rainy morning – another dreary day to add to this chilly week. Winter's coming. And, well, if this is what a New England fall is like, I'm not sure I want to hang around for the ...
2021-04-13 23:01:00 +0000 UTC
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"Honey... What's this I'm feeling under your jeans? Have you gone and put on some of your pretty little padding – without asking permission?"
I blushed even now as I recalled Jessica's words, spoken not more than two hours ago in that delightfully patronizing tone she loved to adopt. My live-in girlfriend was getting good, far too good, at being able to tell when even the most discreet Goodnites were tucked beneath my boxers. Yes, I supposed I had slipped on...
2021-04-09 23:01:00 +0000 UTC
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Thanks to our new and super-awesome Gold-tier patron Bondagediaperlover93 for commissioning this multi-part story!
***
"What the fuck is with this place? Come on – I've had better fucking food in truck stops! And what the hell is the matter with you, anyway? Yeah, you – Lara or Lena whatever the fuck you said your name is. Can't you make that god-awful beeping shut up? Or do you even know shit about doing your fucking job? Typical, I guess. What's th...
2021-04-07 21:01:00 +0000 UTC
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It was just lying there when I first found it. Lying as if forgotten in the back corner of the dilapidated sex shop, a thin veneer of dust showing well that no one had bothered with it for some time. I saw no tag or marking on it anywhere to indicate the price, let alone the brand or model.
It was a dark little thing, its shape and slender straps leading me at first to take it for something quite innocuous. Wow, who left a face mask back here, of all things? But it had been fou...
2021-04-02 23:01:01 +0000 UTC
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And so pass the next few days.
After the turmoil of my tumble down those stupid stairs, and the ensuing trip to the hospital, and all the fallout thereafter, the calm days that follow are a welcome respite. I still can't get to campus for class easily, which kind of sucks. Because it's really not the same to sit up in your bed and stare into a computer screen for an hour or two while the teacher does their best both to focus on the class in front of them and to ask you occasionally for ...
2021-03-30 23:01:00 +0000 UTC
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Thanks to our amazing Platinum-Tier Patron Matt for the inspiration and commission on this one! Hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I did while writing it... ;-p
***
Holy crap, Abby's gorgeous. She's lying there before me, stretched out languidly on the sand of the beach we always used to go to when I was a kid. That sea-green bikini of hers is absolutely heavenly; I'm watching, feeling deep within me the rise and fall of her chest as she sighs up at me in dreamy d...
2021-03-28 23:01:00 +0000 UTC
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Damn you, Todd!
Oh, I really don't mean that. I love my fiancé, I really do. I love his grin... that little mole on his left cheek... the way he has of making me laugh even at times when I'm feeling like I'll never laugh again. I can't really be mad at him, even when he does set up such extraordinarily naughty little games.
It was Todd, you see, who first introduced me to the world of kink - or at least what he calls dominance and submission. Oddly enough, it grew almost...
2021-03-26 23:01:00 +0000 UTC
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Thanks to our wonderful Gold-Tier Patron Wang Fire for commissioning this third installment! :-)
***
Oh, why can't every afternoon be like this?
It's a beautiful day indeed: one of those warm Sundays in March when the sun shines serenely, and the breeze is cool but not cold, and the sky is a Caribbean shade of blue, and the memory of snow fades like a half-forgotten dream. It's a crime to stay inside on a day like today... and so Fiona and I have emerged from our li...
2021-03-24 23:01:02 +0000 UTC
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Originally commissioned for Contentfromtheshadowrealm.
"Aww, you look so cute with that pretty pink dummy of yours!" came the condescending voice Chelsea knew only too well. "What a good little girl you're being, hmm? Now then, you haven't made a silly little accident in your pull-ups, have you? If you have, Mommy might have to find something more suited to a stupid baby girl like you! You know, I bet you'd look super sweet wearing Pampers just like a real baby. Just like the s...
2021-03-22 23:00:02 +0000 UTC
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"Lovely evening to spend together, isn't it?"
William cast an inquiring glance at the young woman addressing him thus. Of the three young ladies now under his oversight, Prudence seemed the least likely to make small talk about something as trite as the weather, or the merits of the opera they had just witnessed. And while perhaps it might have appeared unjust of him to suspect the motives of such a charming young lady, he could not help but harbor a suspicion that she held some hidden ...
2021-03-19 23:01:00 +0000 UTC
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Thanks to our lovely Gold-Tier patron Liam for suggesting and commissioning this one!
"Get in the car, loser – we're going shopping!"
The classic line echoes through our Suburban amid a gale of feminine laughter. Oh, fuck yeah. It's the weekend, and that means an outing to the mall with my girls. Time for, well... you know, dressing rooms, and lattes, and standing impatiently in checkout lines. Time to just chill out and enjoy the thrill of blatant, unabashed consumeris...
2021-03-17 23:00:02 +0000 UTC
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Thanks once again to our legendary Gold-Tier patron Devin for commissioning this one!
Bath time is amazing.
It's times like this that I can let my mind float and wander, my worries and cares bobbing gently away amid the suds and the lapping water. Baths are safe places – comforting places – places that for all my life have been associated with play and freedom and security. And I suppose it's only natural, then, that I find it almost impossible not to slip into Little...
2021-03-15 23:00:02 +0000 UTC
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"No. No! No, there has to be another way-"
Mrs. Fenoli is regarding me with a sympathetic smile, but right now I'm simply too frustrated and angry to care. She's literally just told me that she wants me to wear a diaper – me, a nineteen-year-old college student! And all because of her own stupid insistence on making me drink so much...
"Look, I'm, I'm not-" I give a short, forced chuckle of disbelief. "You can't be serious. I'm a grown adult, I'm perfectly capable of-" "Of what,...
2021-03-14 23:00:01 +0000 UTC
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Edward was a marvelous fellow, to be sure.
Not that Priscilla – Miss Priscilla Dowling of Longham Wood, a charming and accomplished young lady of infinite good breeding and taste – would have informed him of that fact. It was simply not her place to express such ardent admiration for a young man, certainly not one rather lower in social standing than herself. She was an heiress, after all – young, attractive, and unmarried – and therefore trapped within the elegant chains of soc...
2021-03-13 00:00:02 +0000 UTC
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It was a warm spring morning as Starr Ferguson made her way through the quaint village she now called home. She smiled indulgently at the flower-strewn streets, the sunbathing cats, and the shouting children at play in the schoolyard, happily reflecting on how these were all part and parcel of her new life. Oh, what a wonderful change of pace this all was from the hectic city! So much more tranquil... relaxing... innocent... It was as if she had gone back in time, truly. And she was definitel...
2021-03-06 00:01:00 +0000 UTC
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Thanks so much to our Platinum-Tier patron Matt for commissioning this one!
***
Okay, maybe this is getting a bit out of hand.
It's been a week now, I guess - one entire week since that day when Abby first let me start touching her. And yes, since the humiliating day when I'd ended up pissing my pants in front of the biggest crush of my life. There are moments from that day that I don't think I'll ever, ever in a thousand years be able to forget...
I ...
2021-03-01 00:00:02 +0000 UTC
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