There are days I get frustrated with being in this lifestyle. Days I think I should just walk away and try and pretend I am normal, whatever normal is these days. I’m not normal, though. In my heart I will always be a adult baby Mommy. I have too many good memories of regressing broken men into sweet whole babies. The first time I brought a man to his knees suckling my breast is a memory ever etched in my mind.
Then there are long nights that I’ve held one of my babies as they’ve woke from a nightmare and had to rock them back to sleep. A mother’s soft touch and the gentle sound of a lullaby work wonders on babies of all ages.
I see a cute dress or suit and my first thought is always if I can find a pattern to make something similar for one of my babies. I spend countless hours making things for all my abdl sweeties. I’ve also got a collection of tools and toys I’ve collected over the past few years. I have things that look like torture devices and things that look as innocent as a flower garden. I’ve used them all.
There are sunny days of playdates and sweet kisses shared. There are erotic memories of amazing orgasms. Bondage and blowjobs are prevalent in my memory. There are also plenty of cum filled diapers and sexy baths that fill my mind.
There’s no leaving this life for me. As log as there are babies that need me I will always be a mommy. I couldn’t stop being in this life. I am this life.
I never want this time to end. I want more babies to help me make more memories. I want to hear from you.