Luckylilbear

It’s my Birthday Weekend!!! 🎉🥰💕

Always ready for a diaper change

We don't need a bathroom break for this Germany game.

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The rest stop was nearly empty.

After the crawl through traffic, it felt strange how quiet it was. Most of the cars that had been trapped with them had already scattered, their drivers eager to make up for lost time. A few vehicles sat near the main building, but the far end of the lot was open, shaded by trees and mostly ignored.

Molly drove past the closer spaces without slowing.

Nick watched her.

“You’re being strategic.”

“I am always strategic.”

“That is becoming increasingly concerning.”

She smiled, eyes forward, and guided the SUV toward the very last row. The spot she chose backed up to a tree line, far from the bathrooms, far from the vending machines, far from anyone who might glance over and wonder why two people were lingering at the back of an SUV in the middle of the morning.

Molly backed in carefully.

When she put the car in park, she looked around once, then again.

“We should be good here,” she said.

Nick swallowed.

His body had gone tense the second they pulled off the interstate. The ten miles had not lasted forever after all. They had ended here, in daylight, in public, with him still sitting in a poopy diaper.

Molly turned toward him, her face softening.

“Hey.”

He looked at her.

“I’m going to handle it,” she said. “Okay?”

Nick nodded once.

“Okay.”

Molly squeezed his hand, then climbed out.

Nick stayed frozen in the passenger seat while she moved around the SUV with calm, efficient purpose. He heard the back hatch open. Then the rear doors. Then the soft thumps and scrapes of luggage being shifted.

He twisted enough to see her through the gap between the seats.

Molly folded the middle and back rows down, pushed their bags toward the front, and spread an old blanket across the newly flattened cargo area. Then she reached for the pastel duffle with the embroidered bear.

The bear bag. The diaper bag.

Nick shut his eyes.

Of course it had come to this. Hopefully this wasn’t one of those “diaper emergencies” she was talking about. 

A moment later, Molly appeared at the open hatch and leaned slightly inside, one hand resting on the blanket.

“All set.”

Nick looked at her.

Then down at himself.

“My shorts.”

Molly tilted her head. “What about them?”

“I need them.”

“They’re packed.”

“I know they’re packed. I need them unpacked.”

She looked around the empty end of the lot, then back at him. “Sweetie, no one can see us. We’re hidden from the road, the hatch is blocking most of the view, and there’s nobody around. And they’re at the bottom of a bag under our luggage.”

“I am not walking through a rest stop parking lot in a diaper.”

“You’re just walking around the car.”

“That is still a thing that is happening outside.”

Molly’s expression softened, though the corner of her mouth twitched. “C’mon. I’ll be right here. It’ll take five seconds. You would have been here by now.”

Nick stared at her.

She held out a hand.

“Come on, love.”

It took more than five seconds.

Nick opened the passenger door and eased himself out slowly, the movement making him immediately feel the mess. The diaper and it’s contents crinkled and shifted with him, heavy and humiliating, forcing his legs apart. He gripped the door frame until the sensation passed enough for him to move.

Molly watched him from the back of the SUV, not laughing now.

Just waiting.

Nick glanced around once, twice, then waddled toward her as quickly as he dared. Every step made the diaper move beneath the hem of his shirt. Every movement reminded him of what had happened and where he was and how impossible it was that Molly was standing there like this was something they could simply manage.

When he reached the hatch, she gave him a small encouraging smile and patted the blanket and his bottom at the same time.

“Put that up here.”

Nick looked at the cargo area.

Then at her.

“You want me to climb in?”

“I don’t want you standing in the parking lot for this.”

“Oh, umm, yeah, good point.”

“Thank you.”

He climbed in carefully, one knee first, then the other, trying to move with dignity and failing in at least three separate directions. When he finally settled onto the blanket, the diaper pressed up fully beneath him again. 

The sound that escaped him was quiet but unmistakable.

Molly’s eyes darkened as she smiled.

For a second, neither of them moved.

Nick’s face went scarlet.

“Don’t,” he whispered.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking something.”

“I’m thinking a lot of things.”

“Molly.”

She climbed up after him.

The SUV dipped slightly with her weight. She moved over him with careful, deliberate grace, one knee on either side of his hips, then gently pushed him back onto the blanket.

Nick let himself be guided down, breath already uneven.

“Molly, we’re at a rest stop.”

“I know.”

“In the back of the car.”

“I know.”

“We can’t...”

She leaned over him, bracing one hand beside his shoulder. Her hair slipped forward, framing her face, and the sunlight through the hatch made her look bright and dangerous and tender all at once.

“Maybe we can’t,” she said. “But maybe we can.”

Then she kissed him.

It wasn’t the careful, reassuring kiss from traffic.

This one had heat in it.

Nick broke almost immediately.

He kissed her back with everything he had been holding in: the panic, the humiliation, the relief, the unbearable knowledge that Molly had seen him at his lowest and wanted him anyway. Wanted him more, maybe. Her body pressed against his through layers of clothing and diaper, and the contact sent another hot rush through him, feeling his cock start to strain in his messy prison. 

Molly’s hips moved once.

Nick gasped into her mouth feeling the movement cause him to squish further into his mess. 

She did it again, slower this time, and he gripped her waist with both hands now pulling her in.

“Molly.”

“Shhhhh,” she whispered, and she kissed him again before he could say more.

For a few reckless seconds, the rest stop disappeared. So did Nashville. So did the accident, the traffic, the shame, the back hatch open to the trees. There was only Molly above him, her breath catching, her hands in his hair, her body moving with his in a way that made him feel like he might come apart from the inside out.

Then Molly stopped.

Not abruptly.

But with effort.

She rested her forehead against his and let out a shaky laugh.

“Okay.”

Nick blinked up at her, dazed. “Okay?”

“We’re getting a little off task here.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“I noticed.” Her smile was flushed and wicked, but her voice softened almost immediately. “But we do need to get you cleaned up, love.”

The reminder brought the world back all at once.

Nick’s hands fell from her waist.

His face burned so intensely he looked away.

Molly saw the change and touched his cheek.

“Hey.”

He shook his head. “I can’t look at you.”

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I really can’t.”

She kissed the side of his face, gentle now. “Then don’t. I’m still here.”

That made it worse.

Or better.

He covered his eyes with one arm.

Molly shifted off him and opened the diaper bag. The soft rasp of zippers and packaging filled the back of the SUV. Wipes. Bags. A towel. A clean diaper. Powder. Lotion. Supplies laid out with a calm competence that made Nick feel both cared for and impossibly exposed.

“Here we go sweetie,” she said.

Nick nodded without moving his arm.

She tore off the tapes and pulled back the front of the diaper. Nick expected her to react, or wince or retreat. But it was exactly the opposite, she worked slowly and methodically, no teasing in her hands now. The diaper was opened with care, the mess contained as much as possible, the front of the used padding folded inward to help wipe the majority of the mess while she reached for the large wipes from the bag.

Nick kept his face hidden.

He felt every movement anyway.

The coolness of the wipes. Molly’s careful touch. The blanket beneath him. The open air against skin that had been trapped in heat and shame for miles.

His body betrayed him again almost immediately as he felt a slight breeze on his dick, that was now fully erect. 

Molly paused.

Nick felt the pause more than saw it.

“Oh my god, not again.” he whispered from behind his arm.

Molly’s voice was gentle. “It’s okay.”

“It is not okay.”

“It’s more than okay.”

“This is the least okay I have ever been.”

A soft laugh escaped her despite herself. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t sound sorry.”

“But I’m trying so very hard.” Her tone slightly patronizing. 

Despite everything, a broken little laugh slipped out of him.

Molly kept working, patient and thorough, using wipe after wipe, keeping her touch practical even when the air between them clearly was not. She murmured small reassurances, in an almost light maternal tone, as she went: almost done, you’re okay, just breathe, I’ve got you.

And somehow, impossibly, he believed her.

Eventually, she gathered his ankles gently.

“Can you lift for me?”

Nick lowered his arm just enough to look at her.

Her expression was focused, tender, and still flushed.

He swallowed and let her guide his legs back enough to lift his hips as she wiped the last bits of his bottom. The used diaper slid away beneath him, bundled with the wipes inside it, then folded and sealed with the same quiet efficiency she had shown at home.

Nick let his legs drop back down, exhausted in a way that felt deeper than physical.

He stared at the ceiling of the SUV.

“I’m never emotionally recovering from this.”

Molly tied off the disposal bag. “That seems a bit dramatic.”

“I am in the back of our car at a rest stop with my wife changing my diaper.”

“Yeap! Extremely normal. No emotional recovery required.”

He laughed, then groaned. “Stop making me laugh.”

“Okay I’m sorry, mister serious.”

He looked over at her then, finally.

The diaper bag sat open beside her. The used diaper was sealed away. The blanket was beneath him. Trees moved lightly in the breeze beyond the open hatch.

Molly was already fluffing a clean diaper.

Nick’s eyes widened.

“Wait.”

She glanced at him.

“That’s not—”

“Lift your hips.”

“Molly.”

“It’s just for the rest of the drive.”

“There’s only like an hour left.”

“Exactly. Nice and easy.”

“I thought you were just cleaning me up.”

“I am.”

“And putting me back in another diaper?”

“Also yes.”

Before he could organize a proper protest, she slid the clean diaper beneath him with practiced ease.

Nick stared at her, stunned.

“You’re getting too good at this.”

“Thank you.”

“That was not praise.”

“I’m taking it as praise.”

She reached for the baby lotion.

Nick’s breath caught before she even opened it.

Molly noticed.

Her eyes lifted to his.

The bottle clicked open.

“Molly,” he said, already wary.

“Skin care,” she said innocently.

“That is not what your face says.”

“My face is very committed to skin care.”

She warmed the lotion between her hands, then touched him with slow, deliberate care. Not as rushed cleanup now. Not entirely practical either. Her fingers moved gently, spreading the lotion where the diaper would be. Nick’s cock reacted so strongly that his words dissolved before they formed. 

He tried to warn her.

Really tried.

“Molly, I’m—”

“I know,” she whispered.

“No, I mean—”

“I know.”

The pressure built too fast. Too much had already happened: the traffic, the accident, the surrender, the spread of the mess, Molly climbing over him, the helpless intimacy of being cleaned, the new diaper beneath him, her hands warm with lotion and certainty.

Nick turned his face away, overwhelmed physically and mentally as he felt his orgasm reaching its peak.

Molly reached quickly for another wipe, and just as he came, she caught it in the baby wipe with the same calm tenderness she had brought to everything else.

Nick went slack against the blanket, undone.

For several long seconds, he could only breathe.

Molly stayed close, one hand resting lightly on his thigh, giving him time to come back to himself.

“Good boy,” she murmured.

Nick covered his face again. “Please do not say good boy.”

“Okay.” A beat. “Good… job… then?”

“Molly.”

She laughed softly, then leaned down and kissed his knee, her voice warm with affection and mischief. “You’re such a good boy.”

The words hit him hard enough that he forgot how to breathe for a second.

Molly saw that too.

Her smile softened.

“And,” she added, reaching for the front of the clean diaper, “for the record, this part is much easier when your little soldier is soft.”

Nick blinked. “What part?”

“Taping your diaper up.”

He looked down just as she brought the diaper front into place.

“Wait, I didn’t agree to—”

The protest came too late, and not with nearly enough force.

Molly adjusted the fit with expert little motions, smoothing the padding, checking the edges, then taping him securely before his brain fully caught up with the fact that he was back in a diaper.

A clean one.

Thick. Snug. Undeniable.

Nick stared at her.

She patted the front once, satisfied.

“There.”

“I was trying to object.”

“I noticed.”

“You ignored me.”

“I interpreted the objection as mostly symbolic.”

“It was at least half real.”

“That leaves half not real.”

“You are a menace.”

Molly grinned and began packing the supplies back into the bear bag. “A prepared menace.”

Nick lay there, still flushed, still breathless, still trying to process the fact that the worst morning of his life had somehow turned into… whatever this was.

Molly sealed the bag, folded the blanket around the edges, then looked back at him.

“Ready to finish the drive?”

Nick gave her a look from the flat cargo area of their SUV, wearing nothing but a shirt and a freshly taped diaper.

“Do I look ready?”

“You look adorable.”

“I look like I have lost control of my life.”

“Ehh, maybe that too.”

She helped him sit up, then climb carefully out of the back. Nick moved quickly, though the empty end of the rest stop still seemed too public for what he was wearing. Molly closed the hatch, checked the area once more, and guided him back to the passenger seat.

This time, she let him keep the blanket.

He did not argue.

They got back on the interstate a few minutes later.

The rest of the drive felt quieter. Not tense, exactly. Just calm. Nick reclined his seat again, the clean diaper warm against his skin from his own body heat now, the blanket tucked over his lap, Molly’s hand occasionally finding its way to his diaper, under the blanket, when traffic allowed.

Every so often, he caught her smiling to herself.

“What?” he asked once.

“Oh nothing.”

“That means something.”

“It means that I love you.”

He stared at her.

She kept her eyes on the road, but her hand reached for his.

“And I’m excited for our weekend.”

Nick laced his fingers through hers and smiled.

Despite everything, so was he.

By the time the skyline of Nashville rose ahead of them, the morning had softened around the edges. The panic had become memory. The shame had not disappeared, but it had changed shape, folded into something stranger and more intimate.

The hotel valet came into view beneath a sleek awning, all glass doors and polished luggage carts and people who definitely did not need to know anything about their morning.

Nick sat up straighter.

“My shorts,” he said immediately.

Molly laughed, reaching into the back seat.

“What?”

“My shorts. Hurry!”

She pulled them from the bag where she had tucked them hours earlier and handed them over with a grin.

“Yes, sir.”

Nick snatched them from her, then paused.

He looked at the hotel entrance. The valet stand. The people moving in and out with weekend bags and sunglasses and coffee cups.

Then he looked at Molly.

She smiled.

“Welcome to Nashville.”

Nick stared at her for one more second, then started pulling the gym shorts on under the blanket with as much dignity as a man could manage in the front seat of an SUV.

It was not much.

It was all a bit much for Rowan, so they ducked into the kitchen and immediately felt calmer. The open window had let in a welcome breeze and there were only three other people in there. Three people they actually knew and liked, which was saying something for a party like this.

Rowan stepped into the semi circle of friends as Felix finished an anecdote, "...and then the time change happened so my sleep just got even more fucked."

"That sucks, dude. I tried these new gummies, they're ok. They get me knocked out but then I have crazy dreams," said Jasmine.

“Have either of you tried guided meditation? It helped me during my last bought of insomnia. I can send the link to my favorites,” added Quinn in between bites of tortilla chips.

Rowan decided to join the chat, “Mo- Caitlin says I'm a very good sleeper," and immediately regreted it.

The conversation halted and the three others stared at Rowan. They swore they could hear crickets for a moment.

Heat flushed their cheeks and they stammered, "I mean, I know I'm a good sleeper. I fall asleep quickly and usually don't wake up except for sometimes when...well, I meant that Caitlin just knows it too. Because we share the bed and she..."

"Yeah, of course, buddy," said Quinn.

She turned back to Felix and Jasmine, "so, how was your camping trip? The pictures looked great!"

Rowan chided themself internally, "Ugh! Grownups don't say that their girlfriends call them a good sleeper!”

Rowan really wanted their friends to like them and not to think of them as such a baby all the time. It was hard though, knowing what made them sound grown up, or not. What else should they avoid talking about?

Rowan replayed the interaction in their head. They had almost let it slip that sometimes they wake up while they're wetting the bed, but had the self control to stop themselves. Thank god.

Would Felix, Jasmine, and Quinn want to hear about the book they've been reading? Well, more like the book Caitlin had been reading out loud. And even though it was a chapter book there were still pictures at the start of each chapter, so probably not.

Maybe they could talk about their latest trip to the aquarium! Wait, was that for babies? There sure were a lot of babies there. Surely grownups could like the aquarium, though, because Jasmine was a biologist. Rowan preemptively decided to exclude the detail of how they almost cried when they spilled some ice cream and left with a set of plastic sea creature figures if they brought up the aquarium.

Before any further forays into socializing Rowan needed to relax a bit, so they reached into the fridge. There were rows of beer, yuck, a case of diet sodas, meh, and a few hard lemonades tucked into the door, perfect. Caitlin appeared next to them after they turned away from the closed door.

"How's it going, baby?"

She gave Rowan a peck on the cheek and surreptitiously wrapped her arm around them. To the group it was a cute coupley gesture, but Rowan knew the true intentions behind the pat to their bottom.

"How many have you had?"

"Uhm, this is my second," said Rowan truthfully.

"Is Rowan driving? You don't have to worry, Caitlin. Those are practically juice, look at the ABV," Jasmine laughed, pointing her finger at the label on the sweaty bottle.

Rowan opened their mouth to protest, this was not juice! You needed an ID to buy it and everything.

"Oh, that's not what I'm worried about. This one just can't handle their fluids, of any kind really. Look," she smiled with her teeth and raised her eyebrows.

Then, she looped her fingers into Rowan's front belt loop and yanked down.

"What are you doing?" Hissed Rowan. They clamped their hands on their pants, not wanting their pull-up to be exposed.

It wasn't really a secret in their circle that Rowan was...leaky...and that Caitlin doted on them. But, that didn't mean Rowan wanted to be pantsed at the function. Especially not when they were trying to prove their grownup chops.

"Aw, it's ok, buddy," said Quinn, "you don't have to hide any of that from us."

Rowan didn't know how to feel about Quinn calling them buddy twice now. Was it a cool nickname or patronizing? They tried to speak again but just let out a squeaky exhale.

"They are so cute, Caitlin, really. Let me know where you found them because I would certainly love my own Rowan," said Felix. He eyed Rowan up and down with a hungry look in his eyes.

"I'm afraid they're one in a million, and I don't like sharing, sorry!" said Caitlin, and she squeezed Rowan into her side, "finish your juice, baby, then come find me," and she pranced out of the kitchen.

"It's not juice..."

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A while later a tired, slightly intoxicated, Rowan found Caitlin on the couch. A few drinks had made them feel pleasantly relaxed and eased any social anxieties from earlier.

The party had died down, with only their close group remaining. The TV had been turned off and the thick smell of people and substances in the air had dissipated a bit.

Rowan slumped down and practically melted into Caitlin. She pet their hair and smiled. Jasmine sat on the edge of the couch and made a so cute pouty face at Caitlin.

"Sleepy?" Caitlin said.

"Mhm."

"Want to get comfy before we go? I brought your jammies."

"Oh my god, I want to see Rowan's jammies," said Quinn, who was on a scavenger hunt collecting all the discarded recyclables from the house. She set her garbage bag down and sat on the arm of the couch.

Rowan was too sleepy and maybe a little more than tipsy to defend any ounce of dignity. They nodded into Caitlin's shoulder and stood up to grab her large purse tucked next to the shoe bench.

Caitlin laid the changing mat on the ground by the couch and flicked through the seemingly bottomless bag.

"Lay down, sweetie, I'm just getting everything out," she patted the mat absently.

"And we get to watch? Lucky us!" Felix chimed and settled on the floor with his back against the couch, only a few inches from the whole set up.

Caitlin took Rowan's pants off and tutted at their wet pull-up. The design had gotten blurry and it looked close to leaking.

Jasmine let out a little gasp from above them, “Oh, wow, they peed a lot. Sorry, is that embarrassing, Ro?"

Rowan whined and planted their hands over their eyes. Something soft brushed their face and they realized Jasmine was handing them their stuffed puppy from the bag. Was this a joke? Surely grownups didn't need to hug their stuffed animals when they were embarrassed and tired.

Rowan cracked open an eye to see if Jasmine was being sincere or not. She was smiling, but not in a condescending way. She looked like she really did want Rowan to be comforted by the stuffie. They accepted the well loved puppy and held it tight to their chest. It did make them feel a little better.

"It's bigger than I remember," said Quinn when Caitlin took a diaper from her purse and unfolded it.

"These ones are super thick, just for nighttime," Caitlin explained. “Ro might be too sleepy to help me out. Felix, can you grab their legs please and hoist them up? Yup, just like that so I can get it straight.”

Felix gripped Rowan's legs with his own arms fully extended above his head. The stuffed puppy went over Rowan’s now, sandy colored fur blending in with their own hair color and blocking everything out. Rowan hoped everyone was a little too inebriated to remember any of this tomorrow, including themself.

"Those are adorable," squealed Jasmine, seeing the caterpillar and butterfly patterned pajama set Caitlin was tugging over Rowan's head.

"Rowan picked them out a few weeks ago. It's getting too hot for footies, you know?"

The audience nodded and murmured agreements.

Caitlin pulled Rowan up and fussed with their pants until they were straightened out. She pulled the puppy away from their eyes despite a little whine from Rowan.

"You need to be able to see, sweetie. I know, I know, you want Puppy as close to you as possible all the time. You can cuddle up really good to her in the car." She turned to their friends, "Goodnight, everyone. Thanks for hosting, Quinn!"

"Of course!" said Quinn. Jasmine and Felix gave little waves.

"Mommy, I want to go home now..." Rowan inched closer to the door. They looked close to falling asleep standing up.

"Don't be rude, Ro. Say goodnight and thank you," prompted Caitlin.

Rowan yawned impressively and rubbed their eyes. "G'night. Thanks for," another yawn interrupted them, "thanks for having us."

Caitlin fished out her keys and adjusted her bag on her shoulder. She gave Rowan a pat on the bottom before grabbing their hand and steppeing out on to the porch

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Previous Part

You force yourself to unclench your fists. Fine. You'll give in and color. Not because your a baby or anything. You're just bored.

Using both your mitts you reach for the box of crayons.

"Nuh uh uh!" Lily picks up the bottle and puts it between your hands. "You're probably dehydrated with all those laxatives. Drink your bottle, then you can color."

She hooks a finger through your binky ring and pulls it out. "Whew, I don't doubt that your paci tastes accurate! It smells like it just got back from the gym!"

Using both hands to drink the bottle feels humiliating, but she was right. You didn't know how thirsty you were until the cold milk filled your mouth.

"That's a good girl, drink all your baba!" You scowl and try to ignore the stupid baby-talk she's directing at you and suck harder to get it over with. When you finish she takes it from you. It feels almost like she didn't trust you to put it down where it belongs.

"Ah ah ah!" She's shaking a finger at you. You're not sure what you've done, all you did was move to put your yummy binky back in your mouth.

"We're going to keep that pacifier out for a bit." She removes it from your hands and lets it dangle by the ribbon. "From what I've been told and seen, it appears that you're building a dependency on it, and since it's numbing your mouth, it might be be releasing an addictive opiate or narcotic."

You scowl and your fists clench impotently in your mittens.

"Calm down, baby. I have a theory that it takes a lot of energy for the diaper to masturbate you, which is why it hasn't stimulated your princess parts for a while....it simply doesn't need to! Every time you suck your pacifier you become more addicted. So you're going to show me what a big girl you can be and not suck your binky. Can you do that, Sweetie?"

You fight the urge to yell and kick your legs, and just barely overcome the impulse. "Yeth." You say begrudgingly.

"Good girl! I'm proud of you! Now let's get you all set up for tummy time!" First she unwraps a condom and rolls it over your pacifier "To keep it from making a mess everywhere." Then she lays out the coloring book, pours out the crayons and turns it to the first blank page. "Ooh, this one has a tree! Can you make a pretty green tree for me?"

Her cloyingly sweet tone is so obnoxious, but you lay down anyway. Coloring is really really difficult as you need to pinch the crayon between both your mittens to hold it, and then you can't really see where you're placing the tip against the page. Turning the pages is easy though, even if you sometimes turn more than one at a time.

As much as you hated the idea, you find that it really does make the time fly. You don't know what's worse though, that you gave in and decided to color like a toddler, or that you're actually enjoying it. Still, you color the tree orange just to spite Lily.

After a few pages your mouth is feeling very empty, and your thoughts keep returning to the pacifier dangling from it's ribbon. You can smell that delicious musky smell. There's already a few loads of delicious milky fluid in the condom and every thought seems to end in a little fantasy of ripping the condom off and drinking all the yummy cummies. Was Lily right? Had your dipee made you into an addict? You try to focus on coloring but it's just too hard.

"I wan mai pathee." You try to make it sound like an honest request, but it comes out as a definite whine.

"I know, sweetie, but remember, you're trying to be a big girl right now. Do big girls suck on pacis?"

"Noooo..." You hate that you actually sound like an actual toddler getting weened off of an actual pacifier.

"Just keep coloring, baby."

"It'th tho hawd tho!"

"Tell you what, do another two pages really well and we'll play a new game. One I played an awful lot."

"Fine." She's not listening to you! You want your paci! You angrily pick up a crayon and decide to do the pages as quickly as possible. To your surprise you realize that you've once again lost yourself in the task and have spent an hour carefully filling in a page with a puppy and one with a kite.

"Done!" You exclaim. "Paci now!" The numbing effect has mostly worn off, allowing you to finally talk normally.

"No paci. I said we'd play a game, not suck your paci, remember silly?" She speaks slowly and calmly, like she's defusing a tantrum...and it's working.

"Uuuuugh, what game? I don't want to play a game!"

"It's the name game. Come. Sit next to me here on the couch, I'll teach you how to play. It's easy."

You stand and stomp over to her and sit heavily on the couch with a wet squelch that makes you blush.

"That's my girl! Now to start, we turn on a TV with a show we don't know. The game is to pick a name you hear on TV, and imagine your life with that name. You have to find one you love that's super pretty and perfect for your job, your personal life, and any situation you can imagine. It sounded perfect for you with your current identity crisis."

"That's not a real game." You look down at the condom full of delicious cummies...it's just waiting for you to drink it...

"Maybe not, but I used to-" She looks toward you "Hey, eyes on the TV. How do you feel about Olga? Could you be an Olga? Can you imagine your lover yelling 'Oh Olga, don't stop!' in bed?"

The question catches you off guard and makes you laugh. Somehow she manages to get you playing the game with hundreds of hypotheticals that she'd probably thought of long ago. You're surprised to find that out of hundreds of names on TV across several shows and commercials you don't find a single one that you like, and you're sure one of the ones you heard was even your actual name.

"Don't sweat it sweetie, I played this game for a long long time before I finally found my name. I'm sure you will too. I'll just keep calling you sweet little nicknames."

"C-can I please have my paci now?" You beg as the TV is turned off.

"Sorry, but no. In fact, I think it's about nap time for you."

"Nap time?!? I'm not sleepy! It's noon!" You exclaim.

"Sorry, baby. You can either nap here on the couch or in your playpen."

You are NOT letting her put you in the playpen.

"I'll nap here." You say grumpily.

"Good choice. It's softer." She shifts back so she's laying on the couch, sitting up against the armrest. She pats her thighs and tummy. "All aboard!" She says.

You cringe at cuddling with someone you've only just met, but she's so insistent and cheerful. You lay on top of her, resting your head against her soft warm tummy.

"Your elbows are a digging into my knees. Scootch down a bit" She says. "No, a little lower. There you go! Nice and cozy." Lily grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and drapes it over you.

You really are quite comfortable and cozy, but you know you won't be able to sleep. Your mind is racing with a feverish need and your mouth is just so empty. You smack your lips a few times, imagining that your mouth is full with that wonderful musky smell.

"Can't sleep baby?" Lily strokes your head. Then she sighs. "You know, in my job at the dispensary I provide non-habit-forming alternatives for people with oral fixations. I guess I can do that for you too.

She lifts her black skirt and moves her panties to the side. There, inches from your face is her cock

"I'm only offering to help ween you off your little binky addiction. I guarantee that it won't be the same...but it might take the edge off. Use it if you want...or don't Whatever reduces your fussiness."

She pulls her skirt down over your head. The move reminds you of a mother modestly breastfeeding by hiding the activity with a shirt. You're alone in darkness, with the smell of her little balls and cock right in front of you.

"you can do that for me..cant you bunny?”

"you wanna make mommy feel good, dont you?"

"yeah baby, you're such a smart gir!...show mommy again"

"i thought you were mommys good girl?"

"you don't wanna at least try? for mommy?"

"i know baby, but i bought this just for you! lets just test it out, yeah?"

"i'm sorry honey..i know it hurts but mommy is almost done"

"shhh its okay baby, look at you! you're being such a good girl"

"just one more? for me? it would make mommy so proud..you wanna make mommy proud don't you?

"shhh go back to sleep, you were telling mommy how tired you were remember? you weren't lying were you?"

Throngs of beachgoers lacquered in oil glisten along the beach, bodies bare and unburdened, offered up to the sun’s incessant demand to kiss every inch of their exposed skin.

Salty air mingles with the aroma of fresh Cafecito—dark, sugared, sinful—unspooling from some café, along with coconut-scented tanning oil.

The wind came off the ocean like a benediction, a reprieve from the stifling summer heat, sweeping through the palms. The fronds sway in the wind, as if dancing to the rhythm of the reggaeton playing in the distance.

The heat and the salt and the low insistent beat and the oiled and glistening skin all converged and melted into one thing.

Appetite.

Carnal and sumptuous and everywhere all at once. Thick and dark and sweet as the Cafecito on the wind.

Miami Beach radiated sultry, sexual energy. A playground for the debaucherous.

Which is why I chose it.

Photo credit: DaddyIWantThis

Scattered clouds became the canvas for another spectacular summer sunset of fiery crimson and amber melting into delicate coral and indigo.

Somewhere just beyond the window, baby birds on the verge of their first flight chirp expectantly as their mother returns to feed them.

Beyond that, young fawns, foxes, and bear cubs venture ever further from the den, testing their instincts and the limits of their freedom that will one day gift them their independence.

Joyful shouts trickle in from neighborhood children playing in the street, enjoying the special freedom that only summer provides.

Beyond the window, summer means freedom and the first tentative steps towards independence and adulthood.

Before the last changie of the day.

Vor dem letzten wickeln bevor es ins

Bett geht.