March 23, 2012

An Adult Baby’s Destiny Foretold!

    This crystal ball reveals a fate, take a seat, this cannot wait. The image it foretells to me, is of An Adult Baby’s Destiny! Wait… Patience now, as the image clears, I see your life as it will appear. I am seeing an image of a man who lives all alone. He works and slaves everyday, trying just to earn a decent wage. Home alone one fateful night, he heard a strange sound that gives him a fright. He peers through the window and ask, “Who is there?” a faint but loving voice replies, “My name is Mommy Sara, May I come inside?” He hesitantly opens the door and a beautiful women stands before. He invites her in and offers her tea; she sits while explaining her plight and plea. She tells him that she needs a place to stay a while, promises not to be a bother. In fact she says “I can make it worth your while.” He wasn’t quite sure of what she meant, but taken by her charm, he shrugs his shoulders and nervously replies, “What could be the harm!?!” So that night he sleeps unusually well, but he awoke to something that didn’t feel quite right. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Mommy Sara was sitting at his side. “Good morning sleepy head, rise and shine, its time to get up and out of bed!” He felt something squishy as he sat up; he pulled off the covers to take a look. “A Diaper!” he exclaimed “Why what is this?” She smiled at him and gave him a kiss. My adultbabyboi now, you will forever be, don’t fret my love I am here to take care of thee. Stunned as he was he did not flinch, she said to him “you are wet, I’ll change your diaper, it will be a cinch!” Mommy changed his adultdiaper and dressed him for the day, he bellowed to her “Enough of this, I have to get to work, I have bills to pay!” She scolded him for his hateful tone, “Is that any way to speak to your Mother?” He cowardly shrank down into the bed, pulling up the covers. He shook his head “no” and murmured not a word with sad eyes he looked up at her. She pulled him up onto her lap and caressed his head and rubbed his back. “It’s ok my sweet adult babyboi, you will always be Mommies pride and joy. Now we have much to do so let us begin our day, I will feed you breakfast and then you may play.” And so the day was a marvelous one, Mommy cooked and cleaned while her baby had fun. He gave no thought of his once hard, lonely life and felt no angsts, no bitter strife. Instead he found comfort in Mommy’s arms, coddled and loved, soothed by her charm. So there you have it, your adult baby destiny foretold, but you must now place a call to Mommy […]
November 2, 2011

Kitties in a Cup

Ok, so I saw this and all I could do is say ‘AWWWWWW’!!  Aren’t they the most adorable things you have every seen?  I just want to scoop them up and pop them in my pocket.  I think that I would make a little satchel to wear around my neck and carry them around close to my heart.  Now wouldn’t you like to be one of those kitties, being carried around close to my heart?  I know I’d love to have a sweet regressed AB snuggled up close to me!   AB Mommy Maggie
October 2, 2011

FRUITS OF DESIRE

WE ALL ENJOY OUR TASTE OF DIFFERENT THINGS IN LIFE NOW ME I REALLY ENJOY A GOOD COLD ORANGE PEELED VERY SLOWLY DOWN THE MIDDLE.THEN JUST PULL IT APART AND EAT ONE PIECE OF THE SWEET FRUIT ONE SLICE AT TIME SAVORY THE JUICE AS IT DRIPS DOWN MY CHIN SOMETIMES MY HAND AND ARM BUT ITS SO GOOD I HAVE TO SAY.IT DOESN’T MATTER IF IT GETS ALL OVER ME I JUST LICK IT ALL AWAY LOL NOW LOOK AT YOU GET THAT MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER I WAS TALKING ABOUT A ORANGE HERE EVEN TOOK A PIC  TO PROVE IT LAUGHING . MOMMY LORRAINE
January 24, 2011

The Canary

Mary had a little bird, With feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs-upon my word, He was a pretty fellow! Sweetest notes he always sung, Which much delighted Mary; Often where his cage was hung, She sat to hear Canary. Crumbs of bread and dainty seeds She carried to him daily, Seeking for the early weeds, She decked his palace gaily. This, my little readers, learn, And ever practice duly; Songs and smiles of love return To friends who love you truly. Silvie Elizabeth Turner
December 4, 2010

Powerless

A darkened hallway……you see a figure walk towards to, slowly……as I come into focus, our eyes lock……you are powerless to turn away……my hand reaches out to you and caresses the side of your face……still powerless, not being able to resist, I lean in and kiss you gently on the lips……the taste upon your lips is unfamiliar – not unpleasant, but it leaves a tingling sensation, one that starts to spread throughout your body……your strength seems to be melting away with each moment that passes……powerless against the sensation……I move to your ear, whispering, everything will be fine……you try to turn your head towards mine, but you find you are powerless to do so……I then pull your head down to my exposed breast……my warm milk flows freely into your waiting mouth, powerless to stop it……as my milk fills you, something strange starts to happen……you find yourself shrinking against my breast……my hands now holding you……smaller now……even smaller……powerless to stop it……powerless to stop feeding……with each suckle you shrink……regressing even more……until at last you find yourself nestled in my arms……me looking down at you, smiling sweetly, cooing at my new baby……powerless in my embrace……I turn back down towards the darkened hallway……your transformation complete……enveloped by my arms……powerless……   Mommy Maggie
October 11, 2010

Cloony The Clown

I’ll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown Who worked in a circus that came through town. His shoes were too big and his hat was too small, But he just wasn’t, just wasn’t funny at all. He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes, He had a green dog and a thousand balloons. He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall, But he just wasn’t, just wasn’t funny at all. And every time he did a trick, Everyone felt a little sick. And every time he told a joke, Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke. And every time he lost a shoe, Everyone looked awfully blue. And every time he stood on his head, Everyone screamed, “Go back to bed!” And every time he made a leap, Everybody fell asleep. And every time he ate his tie, Everyone began to cry. And Cloony could not make any money Simply because he was not funny. One day he said, “I’ll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown.” And he told them all why he looked so sad, And he told them all why he felt so bad. He told of Pain and Rain and Cold, He told of Darkness in his soul, And after he finished his tale of woe, Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no, They laughed until they shook the trees With “Hah-Hah-Hahs” and “Hee-Hee-Hees.” They laughed with howls and yowls and shrieks, They laughed all day, they laughed all week, They laughed until they had a fit, They laughed until their jackets split. The laughter spread for miles around To every city, every town, Over mountains, ‘cross the sea, From Saint Tropez to Mun San Nee. And soon the whole world rang with laughter, Lasting till forever after, While Cloony stood in the circus tent, With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent. And he said,”THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT – I’M FUNNY JUST BY ACCIDENT.” And while the world laughed outside. Cloony the Clown sat down and cried. by Shel Silverstein Lorraine
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