Mommy Maggy
My Bio:
This is my mother Maggie. I have found a mom, nanny, nanny and little sister with the best lifestyle, and I can talk to you on the phone! who I am? Years ago, an old love introduced me to this way of life, and I discovered the love for it. For some time, I have been answering calls online and encountered many different changes. I found myself evolving and interested. During this time, I met other women like me, and together we decided to open phoneamommy.com, which is a real lifestyle and also suitable for our website. Please browse the biographies of all women (and girls), browse our forums, peek at my diary (naughty baby!), and most importantly, have fun! You will find a lot of fun with these women and me, and most importantly, being your own fun with someone who understands and excites like you.
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Toilet Play
Toilet Play
Sissification
Infantilism
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May 14, 2010
In Winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle light. In Summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people’s feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day? Robert Louis Stevenson Minnie
April 16, 2010
They walk down the street- faces reflecting a calmness so unfamiliar to me. Little eyes looking up at them; unknowingly relying upon their presence. We share the same planet, yet I feel upon another. To know the warmth of a soft breath upon my neck and the soundness of sleep upon my breast is no more than a mystery. Time does not cure all wounds of the heart when the soul remains unfulfilled. My eyes turn to the sky and I wonder why I am on a path that no longer fits my feet? Like a flower awaiting spring so it can burst forth with all its splendor, color and life so lies my love- dormant within the depths of my heart yearning to burst forth and be poured upon another. I push my carriage on the sidewalks of life and peer into it; hoping to see love gazing up into my eyes; unconditional, pure, beautiful and magical- only to find the carriage empty. © Ellen M. DuBois Minnie