21+ only! NSFW! late 30's male, nothing I share is mine unless stated otherwise. already in a relationship and my mommy may block you without my input because I'm a good boy and share my tumblr with mommy.
I see a lot on tumblr lately regarding the defense of underage participants in a certain community, as well as the underage participants expressing anger that they are not welcome on NSFW blogs. As a NSFW blogger, as well as someone who has come to know various sex laws due to their career, I thought I would clarify some things:
1. It doesn’t matter what the age of consent in your state is. Age of consent refers to the age that you are able to consent to sexual activity only.
2. Even if you are able to consent at age 16 or 17, by law you are still a minor. Pornography cannot be sold or viewed by minors.
3. If you are under 18 and you post explicit photos of yourself, you can be charged with creating and circulating child pornography, as the images contain a minor.
4. It is normal to have interests in sex and kink, regardless of age. There are safe spaces on the internet to seek these out and ask questions regarding your interests. Spaces where you can communicate with other teens, that are well moderated and do not allow adults to freely graze and prey.
5. As a minor, showing purposeful disregard for another blogger or a website’s request that no minors be present on the site (and for some explicit material, 21 is the age for legal viewership) puts the owner of that blog and/or website at risk. No one wants to see awesome sex bloggers get shut down or sex friendly spaces on the internet get hit for having underage members. Think about more than just yourselves.
If you’re under 18, unfollow me. Don’t argue, don’t flame me, just unfollow. I’ll be the first person to high five you when you turn 18 and we can reminisce about how much it sucked to wait. Until then, peace out.
Read this reblog my followers and understand this I will report your ass to the FBI if your under age following me when clearly I posted no one under 18 is allowed to follow me I will not tolerate under age perverted kids that’s just sickening
Unfollow me if you are under 18! I’ve had an influx of followers lately. Please do not follow or try to engage with me. My blog is NSFW anyway, but people lie about ages. Thank you! 💙
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I squirm from my seat in the playpen, the crinkling from beneath me causing me to immediately blush. I'm not supposed to be here, reduced from a 27-year-old man to some sort of overgrown toddler.
I should be sitting on the couch with Lydia kneeling on the floor, blushing as she sucks me off in that slutty cheerleading outfit she absolutely hates.
Instead, I'm sucking on a binky, watching the clock, hoping that Lydia decides she's had enough fun with me before I lose the battle with my bladder that feels full to bursting.
I should never made that bet.
I should have known better.
Fucking Patriots screwed me again.
"There's my little football star," an all-too-familiar, sickly sweet voice coos as my wife walks into the room, "Are you enjoying your day as Mama's special little man?"
I scowl up at her, frustration and embarrassment boiling in my belly as she approaches.
"Uh oh!" She coos as she catches my expression, "Is someone feeling like a wittle grumpy goose?"
I groan and roll my eyes at the childish treatment, absolutely hating being treated like a child.
"Hm," Sheila says, placing a thoughtful finger to her lip, "Are you cranky because you need a change?"
In a moment, her hand is between my legs, squeezing and massaging the crinkly padding between my legs.
She shakes her head in disappointment.
"No? In fact," I feel a carefully manicured finger slip under the leg band of the diaper, "You're bone dry! No, no, no! That won't do! You must be dehydrated! Give me a minute, big guy, and Mama will get you all fixed up!"
I whimper as my wife walks off and my bladder twinges.
Wearing the diaper for losing a stupid bet is one thing, but, wetting it?
I shudder.
It doesn't take long before my wife is back, a large bottle of what appears to be juice in her hand.
She smiles as she unlatches the gate to my pen and gently pats her thigh.
"Come on, big boy! Crawl to Mama! I've got some delicious num-nums for you!"
In a moment she stepping back, slowly backing away until she reaches the couch and sits down.
Sighing, resigned to my fate, I do as I'm instructed. I shift to all fours and crawl, diapered ass swaying behind me, to where my wife sits waiting.
"Good baby," she coos at me as she reaches down and helps me crawl into her lap, "Such an obedient little loser! Yes you are!"
I whimper at her sing-song at the reminder of why I'm in this position as she settles my head on her thighs. As I blush, looking up past her beautiful breasts to her grinning face, for a moment, I can't help but think this whole situation isn't too bad.
That thought is short lived, though, as Sheila reaches over and squeezes the bulge involuntarily forming in my diaper.
"Oh," she giggles, "Does my little football know-it-all actually like his little didi's? Just you wait until their wet! I hear that's when most silly little things like you learn to love them the most."
I kick my legs, blush, and moan as her hand works its way back up my body to the ring of the binky in my mouth, before she plucks it from between my lips.
"Now," she coos, "Let's get you fed."
In a moment, the rubber nipple of the pacifier is replaced by the nipple of the bottle. A single drop of sweet juice drips from the tip of it and hits the back of my tongue.
I make eye contact with my wife and shake my head no.
My bladder aches as I silently plead with her for some relief to this humiliation.
"No?" She hums softly, looking down at me with a raised eyebrow, "Someone wants to welch on his bet? He never wants to see this in that cute little cheerleader outfit he loves?"
I blush and avert my eyes in shame.
As humiliating as this is, am I really willing to give up any chance of retribution to avoid this?
I feel my cock press against the dry padding of my diaper again as I think of Sheila looking up at me with her mouth full, wearing an embarrassing outfit, instead of the other way around.
I shake my head, 'No,' again.
"That's what I thought," my wife clicks, "Now drink."
I do as I'm told.
Slowly, I start to suckle the sweet liquid out of the small hole in the nipple of the bottle.
Sheila brushes my hair back, cooing at me like an actual infant, while a drink.
"Such a good boy, such a good little boy," she purrs.
My bladder screams.
I know I'm on the verge of losing control.
I know there is no escaping my fate.
I close my eyes, slow my suckling, and give in.
HHHHHIIIIIIIIIISSSSS
The sound of urine splashing against the filling of my diaper announces my defeat.
Sheila grins.
"Oh! Looky here! Is my big, strong husband making tinkles in his didi?"
Her hand is back on my crotch in a moment, pressing the warm, swelling, sogging padding into me.
"Good boy! Doesn't that feel much better?"
I can't make eye contact with her as she begins to massage my growing member through my infantile pants.
"Oh, it definitely does! At least your no-no bits say so!"
I whimper into the nipple of my bottle, the juice nearly drained from it.
"You know what would make it feel better? I bet if you got to nurse a little straight from the tap? What do you think, little man?"
I don't have time to even comprehend what is happening before my wife is using her free hand to pull out a breast and replacing the bottle in my mouth with her beautiful, round areola.
Suddenly, I'm overwhelmed with sensations of pleasure, embarrassment, and submission all day once.
It takes what feels like seconds until I am bucking my hips into my wife's palm, squirting a sticky load into my already soaked diaper.
I pant around my wife's breast as the world slows down and the reality of what I've just done washed over me.
"Good boy," Sheila coos, brushing her fingers through my hair as I nurse on her chest like an infant, "I think you and I are going to have lots of fun for the rest of the day. This was the best bet I've ever made."
She kisses my forehead.
I close my eyes and let regret wash over me like the waives of the ocean.
A throwback to Dancingonclouds very first photo shoot six years ago. She was still new and nervous to the whole diaper experience, but gosh she loved it! 👸🏼🥰 Such precious memories!
This photoset never made it to JFF. We have posted it now! Watch it here!
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Was feeling a little nostalgic and a lot stressed so I doubled up a Depends over an ABU Space and hung out in the sun today. Definitely helped a bit. Who else had Depends as their first adult “diaper?”
Sort of: mine were Attends and Depends, but I also wore a lot of store brands too (plastic diapers were widely available back then) so generally if I saw plastic diapers available, I bought them. (It was fun too!😁 specially if I was wearing a diaper when I bought them)
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Tonight was the most humiliating night of my entire life… and I’m still shaking from how turned on I am.I went to dinner with my parents. I thought I could handle one evening in regular underwear like a normal 19-year-old. I wore a cute sundress with white panties underneath. Big mistake.We were at the restaurant when I felt it. I tried to hold it, but the pressure kept building. Right as the waiter brought dessert, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I pushed a little… and pooped my pants. A big, warm, solid load filled my panties and squished into the seat of my dress. The smell hit me almost immediately. I froze, tears already filling my eyes.Mom noticed something was wrong. She leaned over and whispered, “Lily, did you have an accident?” I shook my head but I was already crying. Right there in the middle of the restaurant she reached under the table, lifted the back of my dress, and checked my pants like I was a toddler. Her fingers pressed against the bulge in my poopy panties in front of everyone.“Oh honey… you pooped your pants,” she said, loud enough that the couple at the next table definitely heard. I broke down sobbing like a little girl while my dad paid the bill fast and they rushed me out.I cried the entire car ride home. Mom kept scolding me in that disappointed voice she used when I was five. When they dropped me off at my apartment I called Alex immediately, still sniffling and messy.He was waiting outside my door when I got there.The second we were inside he didn’t say a word. He pulled me over his lap on the couch, lifted my dress, and started spanking me hard through my loaded, squishy underwear. Every smack pushed the mess against me. I was kicking and bawling, completely broken.“You’re supposed to tell me when you need to go, little girl,” he growled between spanks. “Babies who poop their pants get punished.”When my bottom was burning he carried me to the bathroom, stripped me, and gave me a long, warm bath. He washed me everywhere like I was helpless. By the time he dried me off I was whimpering with need.He bent me over the bed and fucked me hard from behind while I was still damp from the bath. I came so many times I lost count, crying and moaning into the sheets. After he finished inside me he laid me on a changing mat, lotioned me, powdered my red bottom, and taped me into the thickest diaper I own.I’m lying here now in my heavy, crinkly diaper, sucking on my pacifier while he cuddles me. My bottom is sore, my pussy is still tingling, and I feel completely regressed.I don’t think I can go back to big-girl underwear anymore. Not even for my parents.I need this. I need him. I need my diapers.— Lily
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Dear Diary,He called me this afternoon. His voice was so deep and calm on the phone. “Hey Lily, I can’t stop thinking about you. Want to go out tonight? Dinner and a movie?” I squeaked out a “Yes!” so fast I sounded like a total dork, but I didn’t care. I was glowing.I wanted to look irresistible. I wore a tight black dress that hugged my body, short enough that it barely covered the top of my thighs, with tiny straps and a low neckline. No bra. I felt so sexy and grown-up… until I remembered what a big baby I actually am.The movie was great. We sat in the back row and he kept his hand on my thigh the whole time. I drank a huge soda like an idiot. By the time we got back in his car I was squirming, but I was too shy to say anything. We were driving when it hit me hard.I gasped, crossed my legs, but it was too late.“Fuck…” I whimpered as hot pee burst out of me into my panties. It flooded down my thighs, soaking the back of my tight dress and puddling on his leather seat. I started crying immediately, big tears rolling down my cheeks. “I’m so sorry… I’m such a baby… I couldn’t hold it…”He didn’t get mad. He just looked over at me with this intense expression, pulled over, and said quietly, “You wet yourself, didn’t you, little girl?”I nodded, sobbing. He reached over and slid his hand up my soaked thigh, feeling the mess I made. Then he drove straight to his apartment instead of taking me home.As soon as we were inside he pulled me over his lap on the couch. My dress was hiked up and he spanked my wet bottom hard, over and over. I was kicking and crying like a toddler, but I was also dripping wet in a completely different way. Every smack made me throb.“You’re a naughty little bedwetter, aren’t you?” he growled between spanks.“Yes… I’m a bedwetter… I’m sorry…” I sobbed.When my bottom was stinging and bright red he stood me up, stripped my soaked dress off, and laid me on his bed. He took out a thick pair of pink pull-ups (he already had them?) and slid them up my legs. The padding was so soft and crinkly. He taped them snug around me while I whimpered with embarrassment and need.Then his hand slipped inside the front of the pull-up. His fingers found my soaked, swollen pussy and started fingering me slowly. I was still crying softly, but my hips were bucking against his hand. He rubbed my clit and pushed two fingers deep inside me while whispering how cute I looked in my pull-up after wetting myself like a baby.I came so hard I saw stars, soaking the pull-up even more.Afterwards he held me, kissed my forehead, and drove me home. I’m lying in my own bed now still wearing the pull-up he put me in. It’s warm and heavy between my legs. My bottom is sore from the spanking, my eyes are puffy from crying, and I’ve never felt more embarrassed… or more wanted.I think I’m falling for him. Even though (or maybe because) he knows what a pathetic little bedwetter I am.— Lily
