September 1, 2010

Diapered Husband

  I’ve been talking to Diapered Joe for awhile now. He’s even been so kind as to let me talk with his amazing wife. How is she amazing you might wonder, it’s because she diapers Joe on a regular basis. So many guys tell me they are looking for a woman to diaper them, dominate them, baby them, control them, and it goes on and on. So many say they simply cannot find a woman into it. Diapered Joe’s wife is proof that there are other women out there that love this and that they are all over. I won’t reveal where they are from, but it is not in some huge city, So don’t give up hope guys.   Mommy Scarlet
August 31, 2010

My Dream (A Vision Of Peace)

Where the mountains touch the sky Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly A secret place above the crowd Just beneath a silver-lined cloud. Lift your eyes to a snowy peak And see the soon-to-be we seek Whisper DREAMS and let them rise To the mountains old and wise. Climbers climb, it’s time to try Where the mountains touch the sky Take me there. Oh take me now… Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow! Where the ocean meets the sky Where dolphin dance and seagulls fly A place in DREAMS, I know so well The sea inside a single shell. Far across the living sea A pale blue possibility Beyond the castles made of sand Tomorrow in a small child’s hand. Only DREAMERS need apply Where the ocean meets the sky Take me there. Oh take me now… Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. A common ground for one and all Behind the crystal waterfall Where Peace flows like a mighty stream Like Dr. King I have a DREAM. Imagine such a goal in sight For red and yellow, black and white New Delhi, Peking, Kenya, Rome Earth is the place that we call home. Baghdad, Bangkok, Tel Aviv One race HUMAN, we still believe It matters what we say and do This DREAM is ME, this DREAM is YOU! When walls of hate have fallen fast When prejudice has long since passed When last is first and first is last Come DREAM with me Where the forest reach the sky Wake up and DREAM and don’t be shy. No thorns of war, a perfect rose This is where Gandhi’s DREAM grows Whisper now; let the DREAM begin It’s time to trust the truth within. This is where we seek and find A gift in being colorblind DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high Where the forest reach the sky. Take me there. Oh take me now Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. Now, listen close, the future calls… Build your bridges and tear down walls! For time has taught and so it seems Realities are born of DREAMS! Blessed are the peacemakers… Silvie
August 23, 2010

Qui Jun and the Arrogant Monk

There once lived a monk called Shan, in a village in China. He had earned a great name for himself. But he was very arrogant. Qui Jun heard of his arrogance and wanted to teach the monk a lesson. He went to meet Shan who neither greeted him nor acknowledged his presence. Just then a servant of the monk came with a message: “The son of an army officer is here to see you.” The monk said, “I will go and greet him.” Shan welcomed the son of the army officer with respect. After the army officer’s son had departed Qui Jun asked Shan the reason for his double-faced behaviour. “Why is it that you greeted the army officer’s son so respectfully, yet behaved so arrogantly towards me?” Shan the Monk had a quick reply: “Please don’t get me wrong. For me greeting meansnot greeting and not greeting means greeting.” Qui Jun understood the monk’s mischief and hit him hard on his head with his stick. “According to your logic, beating you means not beating and not beating you means beating. Therefore, I have to give you a beating,” said Qui Jun. Shan immediately realised the folly of his actions and started showing respect to everyone he met, irrespective of their status. lily
August 21, 2010

Demon or Angel?

As with many people, I seem to have an angel on one shoulder and a demon sitting on the other, with both whispering in my ear what to do. My angel says that I should forgive my little one and let his little indiscretions slide. That I should hold him tight and shower him with kisses and love. My demon on the other hand, is telling me that he needs to be punished – severely. A paddling that leaves his hinny red, raw and welted, then forcing him to stay in a dirty, soiled diaper ‘til an extreme rash has formed, and perhaps a strong enema so speed up the soiled diaper process (and this is just for starters – my demons can be quite imaginative). The question is, which one will win out? Which one will hold sway – my demons or my angels? Mommy Gina 1-888-430-2010
August 15, 2010

Little Swimmers

I saw these and I thought how cute!! Little swimmers for big babies! Perfect for the beach or the town pool, hehehe. I would lay you down on the blanket, take off you regular diaper (yes, in front of everyone there), and put on your little swimmers. Then after some water fun, I would lay you down once again, get you all dried off (and yes, in front of every one there again), and put a fresh, thick diaper on again. Then some cuddle time while I nurse you, and a nap under a big beach umbrella for my sleepy head! Nighty night! Mommy Maggie 1*888*430*2010
August 13, 2010

Laughter: Mommy's Orders

Having a good laugh is more than just fun, it’s good for you. It helps with stress and pain. Your muscles can be relaxed up to 45 min.’s after a good laugh. It even boosts your immune system. I like sites like LOL Cats, There I Fixed It, and Daily HaHa when I need to have a laugh. So now that you know it’s good for you do as Mommy says and enjoy a laugh. Mommy Lexus
August 10, 2010

Adult Babies with Questions

When people finally realize that they are adult babies or that they like diapers they often have a lot of questions. They want to know why they like the things they like. A curious new adult baby wants to know that there are other people out there who like it too. Some of they want to tell others how they got into the diaper and adult baby lifestyle or fetish (whichever it is for them). The Phoneamommy Board is a good place to share and ask questions. The mommies and baby girls here answer questions and message with the babies who post there. Don’t forget about that very fun part of our community. I can’t wait to meet the new babies. Mommy Shirley  
August 5, 2010

The Forgotten Mother

A gray old woman sits all alone Unloved, uncherished and unknown. Sitting beside her broken door. Dreaming of days past long ago, When children played about her knee Filling the air with childish glee, Tended by her with loving care. Knowing the blessing of a Mother’s prayer. But now they have gone, each to his life A girl to her husband, a boy to his wife, Forgetful are they of her who sits here Silently wiping a tricking tear, For striving for things in a life so brief Blind their poor eyes to a dear Mother’s grief. But does she upbraid them in word or in mind. Nor does their neglect to her seem unkind. She’ll forgive and forget all unkindness they’ve shown This poor old mother who sits alone. RUBY LATIMER EDWARDS Silvie
July 25, 2010

Jump on in

Doesnt this look inviting! Oh I want to see this sight every morning from my bedroom. I know how hot everyone is this summer and how uncomfy those diapers can be during this heat. So I say we all need to take a good skinny dip! Perhaps we can all raid Suzies house and have that pool party we always talk of! When I get hot there is nothing else i invision but a diamond sparkling water in a large pool ready for me to dive right in! Mommy Sara 1 888 430 2010
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