Stories involving wlw content.
“I should go.” Nohemi was walking away before Sarita had processed her words. “Hemi, wait!” Pauline rushed to the table. By the time she’d set down the ice cream bowls and turned around, Nohemi was out of anything but shouting distance. “Are you really not going to give me a hug, Princess?” Astra held her …
Going directly to a babysitting job from school and volleyball practice was a challenge for Monserrat. For one thing, it meant carting around three outfits, at the minimum. After changing out of her athleisure outfit for classes, into her skimpy volleyball uniform, then into a pantsuit for babysitting, she felt like a variety show girl. …
It was fun for Sarita to be the one the bouncer recognized at the Green Fairy, even if it was by association with Astra. The night had wild energy that propelled Sarita to the coat check and out of her cover-up clothes in record time. Magic was in the air, far more than she’d felt …
The leaf-swirling gusts of fall wind carried a dreadful chill that heralded midterms and holidays. Camila hugged her coat more tightly around her, laughing as Amanda danced through the airborne leaves. Her lab partner had been finding ways to stay moving and warm on the whole walk. Amanda’s midriff baring lavender coat was the culprit, …
The diaper decorating project loomed over Sarita, casting a darker shadow of guilt every day. In the end, she got it finished the way she always did, with panicked effort at the last minute. A light work week helped Sarita survive her late night decorating sessions. Dropping hours from her usual mid-thirties to mid-twenties was …
“Navi, I kept my pullup dry!” Monserrat gaped at Jenna, wondering for a moment if she’d heard one of her fantasies instead of what her fiancé actually said. A spring breeze blew across them, perfumed by rain-damp earth and wildflowers. Shifting mentally to Navi, Monserrat’s face broke into a goofy grin. Public or not, she …
Three days of guilt were too much. For three days Sarita had wallowed in every distraction she could use to keep from thinking about her fight with Nohemi. She’d been a robot at work, and Britt hadn’t cared. Sarita found her manager’s behavior odd, but didn’t bother investigating it. The only thing that mattered was …
Jenny woke up and stretched, giggling when her diaper crinkled. She was surprised to wake up as Jenny, she’s never woken as her Little self before. She’d fallen asleep as Jenny many times, so maybe it was normal. Giving Elizabat a hug, Jenny dismissed Jenna’s frantic worries about conditioning and other histrionic fears her big …
The area outside the giant playpen seemed dim and fuzzy. Sounds from past the netting wall were garbled and indistinct. A dive into Little space had served in lieu of alcohol, offering Sarita an escape from the aftermath of her public spanking. The extra thick padding of her diaper was a boon as well, though …
“Time’s up, baby girl.” Betty patted Camila firmly on the cheek. “Come on Little one, I need you to pay attention now.” Groaning petulantly, Camila opened her eyes and focused on her mommy. Betty had changed out of her sexy breastfeeding blouse and into a regular t-shirt. Camila did her best to obey, fighting through …