Step Mommy Tammy
My Bio:
Oh, do you need stepmother Tammy to take care of you when your mother is not in the city? I like all kinds of role-playing games, but collecting and having children as trophies is one of my favorite things to do! I am not here to replace your mother, but I promise I will let you forget how much you miss her! Mommy Tammy is here to fulfill your deepest wishes and ensure that everything you need to relax, pamper and treat yourself like a real baby is taken care of! Mother Tammy will ensure that all your secrets are kept secret and will not tell mom the bad things you think of. If you accidentally touch your mother, she will never let anyone know and will teach you the correct way to touch her improperly.
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Nurturing Step Mommy
Breastfeeding
Bedtime Visits
Extreme AgePlay
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1 (888) 430-2010
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