May 16, 2015

Pegging Slut

I love strapping on my huge strap on and using your sissy mouth to lubricate it and get it ready to peg your little sissy pussy.  I love to lay you on your back and shove your dress around your waist and spread your dirty legs apart.    I know you want me to tickle your pink  sissypussy with the tip of my cock, while you lay back and moan. Such a good little pegging slut Candy 888*430*2010
August 22, 2013

A voice

The phone is ringing you are so nervous but did you ever think that person you have ask for is nervous also.She might think you don’t like her voice just because she is a older woman that enjoys her job of being who she is.You are thinking you are going to hear this sweet voice on the other end but what you get is this older woman’s voice that has seen and heard it all nothing surprises this lady.She can tell when she answers the phone that you are surprised at her tone of voice that has aged with time and that is something you don’t think about when your so young and full of it do you.All you think about is that this is a old old woman with no heart or feelings but she does have them but she laughs it off because you see she has people that love talking to her and loves her voice as well.So you see my darlings you will age as well so think again when you hear that ageless voice on the other end and you hang up on her.Plus remember this when you decide you don’t like her tone of voice she might not like yours either ever think of that hmmm. Minnie 1.888.430.2010
August 11, 2011

Summer Sissy Camp

  I think summer camp is an experience that every little one should have.  Now of course I always have to put my own little spin on it though.  I would send my little one to a ‘special’ camp – one that would send my unsuspecting little one into a panic once they realized what kind of camp it truly was – one that confiscates all their regular clothes and replaces them with pretty pink dresses and petticoats and little pink diapers…one that teaches them how to be gurlie and quite feminine in their mannerisms…one that teaches these knew little gurls how to please men, hehehe.  Then at the end of their stay, there would be a pageant showing off all they have learned for all their mommies and daddies.  Now that’s the kind of summer camp I would love send my little one to – one that specializes in sissy training.   Maggie 1*888*430*2010
July 8, 2011

Show and Tell

Nanny loves taking care of Adult Babies. Once in awhile I am called in to watch over older boys and girls who are getting to that age where they ask a lot of questions. Curiosity is encouraged and rewarded on my watch. When little ones have questions, I think they should be answered and the best way to learn is by having fun. I have so much fun when my boys start getting curious about the excited feelings they are getting. A game of show and tell can answer all your questions, sweetheart, even the ones you didn’t know you had. So come over here and help Nanny unbutton her blouse with those little fingers. ~Call Your Naughty AB Nanny Ella~ 1-888-430-2010 ~~~ One of the ladies over at Phone a Mommy made a lil’ sumpin’ sumpin’ for YouTube – check it out!~~~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUOmMN-SwRc
June 4, 2011

Normal is as Normal Does

  I hear it all the time – am I normal?  Is it normal for me to love diapers?  It can’t be normal to want to be treated like a baby, can it?  Well let me set the record straight – YES! You are normal!  Let me expand on that…you are normal for you.  And what other yard stick is there to measure your normalcy to? Everyone has their own likes, their own dislikes, their own preferences, and yes, their own idiosyncrasies.  What used to be considered abnormal 50 years ago is now looked upon as main stream today, and visa-versa.   So, to all you Adult Babies, Diaper Lovers and Sissies out there, the way I see it, as long as it’s not hurting anyone, and it brings you happiness, then it is normal for you – after all, normal is just a setting on a washing machine, LOL!     Gina v
March 16, 2011

Diaper Changes

Its hard sometimes to find a quiet place to change a baby’s diaper because as we all know they wiggle and squirm. Babies one thing about them are not still no matter what you try to entertain them with while you are attending to their needs. But one thing is for sure when you get them all cleaned and diapered up they are back to being that happy little baby. Lily
January 18, 2011

Smiles

What makes you smile so big and wide is it when granny takes you into her arms and holds you ever so tightly against her. Maybe its when she checks that diaper and makes a funny face looking down at you saying oh my i smell something down there.Or just maybe its when she changes that stinky diaper and give you a fresh bottle of milk and tucks a nice fuzzy warm blanket around you and rocks you to sleep sounds good to me. i enjoy teasing my little ones because they are funny and ever so cute to watch. But then again never know what granny might have up her sleeve she is always thinking of something she can dress you up in as you know she loves her sissy boys. Lily 1-888-430-2010
January 1, 2011

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne! Chorus.-For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne. We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet, For auld lang syne. Did you know? Although the song is traditionally sung at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, in Scotland, where it originates, it is sung on January 25th aka Burns Night, in recognition and celebration of the author and famous poet Robert Burns. ‘Auld Lang Syne’ literally translates from old Scottish dialect which means ‘Old Long Ago’ and is about love and friendship in times past. The lyrics ‘We’ll take a Cup of Kindness yet’ is in regards to a drink shared by both men and women, which symbolise their friendship. Happy New Year!!!! Mommy Sara 1 888 430 2010
October 18, 2010

A Boy Named Sue

Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn’t leave much to Ma and me, just this old guitar and a bottle of booze. Now I don’t blame him because he run and hid, but the meanest thing that he ever did was before he left he went and named me Sue. Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke, and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks, it seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I’d get red and some guy would laugh and I’d bust his head, I tell you, life ain’t easy for a boy named Sue. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean. My fist got hard and my wits got keen. Roamed from town to town to hide my shame, but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars, I’d search the honky tonks and bars and kill that man that gave me that awful name. But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had just hit town and my throat was dry. I’d thought i’d stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon in a street of mud and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue. Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn-out picture that my mother had and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old and I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said, “My name is Sue. How do you do? Now you’re gonna die.” Yeah, that’s what I told him. Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down but to my surprise he came up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth. And we crashed through the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell you I’ve fought tougher men but I really can’t remember when. He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile. I heard him laughin’ and then I heard him cussin’, he went for his gun and I pulled mine first. He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile. And he said, “Son, this world is rough and if a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough and I knew I wouldn’t be there to help you along. So I gave you that name and I said ‘Goodbye’. I knew you’d have to get tough or die. And it’s that name that helped to make you strong.” Yeah, he said, “Now you have just fought one helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you’ve got the right to kill me now and I wouldn’t blame you if you do. But you ought to thank me before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit in your eye because I’m the nut that named you Sue.” Yeah, what could I do? What could I do? I got all choked up and I threw down my gun, called him pa and he called me a son, and I came away with a different point of view and I think about him now and then. Every time I tried, every time I win and if I ever have a son I think I am gonna name him Bill […]
October 2, 2010

Bare or Hair?

There has been some discussion if ABies should shave from the neck down or not as of late.  I believe that this is a perfect example as to why all you little ones should indeed go bare. The only question now is should one use a blade, clippers, or wax.  Perhaps something a little more permanent – maybe electrolysis or laser treatments?  Me?  I think that I would like to use wax for my babies (and I’m talking about waxing them personally, or at least escorting them to the salon to instruct the technician and to oversee the entire procedure, hehe).  But I think we can all agree, at least in this case, bare is DEFINITELY better then hair! Mommy Gina 1*888*430*2010
September 21, 2010

One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You’d swing upon a spider’s thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d just have to hug her thumb. You’d run from people’s feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write– ‘Cause I’m just one inch tall). by Shel Silverstein Lily
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