#bugsterr

I put @bugstersbabyboy in an overnight diaper as soon as he got home from work n’ told him he had to fill it alllll the way before I played with him. He came waddling into the kitchen for dinner n’ look at his progress! He’s such an obedient little thing 🥰

We sat down to eat n’ in between conversation he’d reach down, feel the front of his diaper, give me the most mischievous lil’ grin n’ exclaim “I’m so squishy!”

He is so squishy. And I am so lucky.

Lately, our position of choice has been cowgirl. I'll be on my back n' he'll be on top. I'll get my strap on and lay down and he'll stand by the side of our bed, "Mommy," he'll whine, "it's gonna be intense..." I'll giggle and pat his leg, "It is! This is the only thing your lil' baby brain can handle though. Real big boy sex is too intense for you, babydoll. C'mon, hop up."

He'll silently shift from foot to foot n' then get to lubing up the strap and his bottom. He always looks especially pitiful when he's the excited kinda nervous - like he can't work quick enough but the anticipation of "pain" is making his brain work slower. I dunno. It's cutie.

He'll finally climb onto the bed and swing his leg over so that he's straddling me. He'll take a deep breath and I'll rub his leg and after a few short moments, he'll lower himself onto my strap. It's beautiful the way he'll scrunch his face up, the way he'll gasp out tiny little moans and "mommy"s.

Once he's finally settled and his bottom is full, I'll start working on his little baby part. It's remarkable how quickly he gets there n' I fucking love it because the sooner he gets there, the longer I'm able to keep him there.

His brain turns off and he is instantly putty.

I'll take him in my hands, using one to hold his little thingy still and the other to rub soft and fast over his leaky n' so very achy tip. The overstimulation.

"You like it when mommy fucks you like a little girl, hm?" "You get so close to the edge so fast, little boy! I knew it...you can't handle any of this." "Baby, look! You leaked all over me! Maybe I should only touch you over your diaper from now on...we can't have you making anymore messes!" The humiliation.

He'll lean back on my legs, his patience wearing thin after 20 minutes of non-stop edging. He'll put his hands on my neck and start to apply pressure. I can feel his lil' baby part twitch in my hands before my grip loosens and my eyes flutter shut. He'll help me come back with a few gentle pats to the face and a mischievous little grin, "Where'd you go, baby? I'm right here." The frustration.

He'll take my face and hold it in his hands as he grinds back n' forth on my strap, his eyes fixed on mine. "I love you so much," He'll whisper, peppering my face with gentle kisses before he finds my mouth, kissing me deep...sloppy...possessive. "I love you, mommy." The intimacy.

There is truly nothing like it.

Once he's finally earned getting to make stickies, I'll take my hands off of him for about 15 seconds so he can calm down and get away from the edge. Then once we're both ready, I'll start again. It doesn't take him long to get back to where I'd kept him for the previous 30 to 45 minutes, but this time he's finally allowed to let go...and that he does :) Sometimes we'll get two orgasms outta him! How exciting!

Tomorrow marks one entire year of knowing this sweet little angel.

Around this time last year I had fully made peace with the fact that I'd never find anybody I'd be able to share this side of me with. This kink, like it is for many others, is so sacred to me. It's fun, it's silly but it's also incredibly healing. Being by myself forever was fine because at least I'd be able to keep this part of me safe...hidden away from any sort of judgement.

And theeeeeen...I got a message from this lil' guy. He was sweet, he was curious, he was gentle, he was affirming and we have talked all day, every day since.

I have never, in my entire life, felt a connection to anybody like I do with him - inside and, most importantly, outside of kink. It's like we share a brain. He has brought sides of me out that I didn't even know existed. He has created a space that is so safe, so encouraging...nothing is off the table. He communicates, even when it's hard. He listens, even when it's hard. He lets me know how he feels as soon as he feels it - good feelings and bad.

There is nothing he wouldn't do for me. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him.

I have something I never thought was in the cards for me. Ever.

Thank you for loving me loudly, @bugstersbabyboy.