“Honeypie, Are You Going To Need A Change Soon?” I Come Over And Start To Pull Down My Boyfriend’s

It’s raining today. The kind of soft, steady rain that makes the whole house feel sleepy.

I glance out the window, watching the drops trail down the glass like little rivers. “No playground today, lovebug,” I say gently.

Little one pouts—just a little—and hugs their stuffie tighter. “But I wanted to go outside…”

“I know, sweetheart. But you know what we can do?” I smile, ruffling their hair. “We can stay in and build the coziest blanket fort ever. Just you, me, and Mr. Bun.”

Their eyes light up like I’ve just offered them the moon. “With fairy lights?”

“With fairy lights and cookies,” I promise.

We pull the cushions off the couch, drag big blankets from the linen closet, and string up twinkly lights around the edges. Little one helps by holding the tape and directing where each pillow should go—“No, Mommy, that one goes in the corner, not the middle!”

Eventually, we crawl inside, surrounded by soft pillows and the glow of the lights. It smells like vanilla from the cookies in the oven and fresh rain from outside. Little’s giggling about something silly their stuffie “said” when I notice the little squirm. The kind of wriggle I know very well.

I nudge them gently. “Baby… do you need a change?”

Their cheeks go pink instantly. “N-No…”

I raise an eyebrow and give them The Look. “Sweetpea…”

They hide their face in Mr. Bun and mumble, “…Maybe.”

I scoot closer, voice low and soft. “It’s okay, love. Accidents happen, remember? That’s why Mommy keeps you padded and safe. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

They peek out at me, cheeks still warm, but nodding.

I guide them out of the fort and onto the soft mat we keep nearby, humming a lullaby while I grab the wipes and a fresh diaper. They fidget a little, still blushing, trying not to meet my eyes.

“Hey,” I say, touching their nose with my fingertip. “You’re being so good for me. Such a brave little one.”

Their lips twitch into a shy smile, and they finally relax. I talk to them softly as I work—gentle wipes, clean powder, a snug new diaper with little stars on it. “There we go, all clean and cozy.”

Once they’re taped up and snuggly again, I scoop them into my lap and kiss their forehead.

“Now back into the fort,” I say, whispering like it’s a secret mission. “We’ve got cookies to eat and stories to read, and a very brave little one who deserves extra snuggles.”

Imagine taking someone to watch a movie

Getting them the extra large drink, watching the sip away and almost finish the whole thing less than an hour into the movie,

Getting them a refill before they can get up, they try to follow but you just *insist* they can't miss this scene.

When you come back they're practically bouncing, squirming in their seet.

"Can i--"

"No no, no wait for this scene to end!"

And the next scene, and the next. They try to get up, but you pull them into your lap.

"Please, I'm-"

"thirsty?"

You hold the soda up, reminding them they still gotta finish that one too.

By the time the movies over, they're bursting. But, oh god, the line.

"L-Let's just go,"

"But I thought you had to pee?"

You make them stand in the line. Ten minutes pass, you're about four people away ....

"You know what, you're right. This is taking forever."

"what?? But-but-"

You practically drag them outside while they pathetically whimper their spot in like quickly claimed.

You get them in the car, aking sure the seatbelt is properly adjusted, since they can't seem to do it themselves.

"T-Too tight," they whine against the security of the belt.

"It's nessisary, don't worry about it. You're grown you know this. Awh, honey, you're holding yourself so hard. Don't worry, it's just an eight minute drive home, as long as theirs no traffic."

Of course theirs traffic.

You get home twenty minutes later. They can't even make it to the front door, making it three steps before the floodgates break, leaving a huge wet spot on your patio and their pants/dress.

"Uh oh, looks like you still need some training..."

"Wimpy sensitive nerdy weaklings 😭😭" I'm so curious, what is it you like about this? Love your posts!!!

I have thought about it a lot. Maybe it’s the subversion of expectations from a guy, maybe I expect that they’d be able to understand me better, maybe bc vulnerability is attractive. At the end of the day though it’s just what I like whether I understand it or not.

Thanks for asking!

Put his legs over your shoulder, shove him against a wall, fuck him on the dinner table. We need to stop pretending they aren't cute whores who want their hole played with.

They will drool with you find the right spot, they're meant to be pegged.

Discovered your blog recently, you have some really nice posts, and it's all wonderful to read!

Definitely puts my mind in certain little spaces 🫠😇

Now a question: What's your writing process like? I tend to enjoy writing small things myself but sometimes kinda get mental blocks or not inspired for a long time

Thanks for reading, and have a good day 🙏

Thank you for your sweet words ♥️

Writing my little stories brings me joy—it’s a personal outlet that I cherish deeply. I write purely for myself and began on impulse one evening.

Many of my stories are inspired by real-life moments shared with a certain little cutie, so I don’t follow a set process, and they're usually shaped by my thoughts, feelings, and desires at the time.

I’ve always been creative, but storytelling is new for me—and I’m loving it.

Just write what you love. Creative blocks are a natural part of the process, so try not to be too hard on yourself when they come up. Be kind to your mind—those moments will pass, and your inspiration will find its way back to you.

“Come on baby, it’s time for your bath, you’ve had a pretty busy day today!”. You hated bath times because why did you need them anyways? You just wanted to play some more, but mama always gives you treats after each bath so maybe this time you’d do it.

“Okay we have bath crayons and uhm this bubble thingy. And I got you some rubber duckies because I know you don’t like bath time”. You watched as she put the duckies in the water and she handed you a bath crayon. “Mama draw?” You ask and she nods giving you a kiss. “Yes baby, you can draw whatever you like and I’ll help out too!” She starts with a tree and you add some grass and a slide.

“Oh, it’s like the play ground we go to, clever baby!” You continue to draw as she helps wash you and you gasp when she takes the bubble gun and gets bubbles in your face. “ Mama noooo, what if I swallow one?” She laughs and puts it off for a while. “They’re just bubbles love, you aren’t gonna swallow one unless you do it on purpose but if you’re scared of that, let’s play with the duckies. What sound do ducks make sweetie?” She asks and you smile “Quack, quack!” “That’s right my little animal expert, they do go quack quack! Let’s get you out of the bath because your stuffies are waiting for a cuddle!”

You get out and she helps you get into your diapers and onesie and brushes your hair. “Okay pick a book and I’ll get your bottle so we can cuddle up before bed”. You pick a book and she gets your bottle, putting it on the night stand. You climb into her arms and she reads to you while the warm milk makes its way to your tummy.

“For being so good today baby, how about some skin to skin time? You’d like that won’t you?” You nod sleepily and she giggles, helping you take off your onesie as she takes off her shirt.

You sigh contently as she rocks you and you feel yourself getting sleepier by the second.

“Looks like someone is really tired. Let’s get you in bed with your stuffies” Your mama takes you to your crib where she tucks you in and you smile as she kisses your forehead.

“Good night angel, Sleep well”

I can't wait for my pretty slut to get home so I can make him eat my pussy while I play with his hair and tell him he's a good boy.

Him crying, "I'm yours, I'm yours," as he goes over the edge

pretty boys cumming in their pants and leaving an wet spot is much hotter than it should be.

Just found your blog and Omg, it’s like every word you

Write is turning my little. I honestly hope you’re still active.

Please keep being you!

Awe, thank you sweetie.

I intend to be nothing but me 😊