day 19: pet-play
self-indulgence edition
kinda wanna pound a brilliant pretty boy into a mattress until he's gasping and making all kinds of desperate, stunned little noises, can barely keep his eyes focused with how good it feels, all that charm reduced to little "uh huh's" as he falls apart on my strap
"Oh you have a poopy diaper? Hmm...well that's unfortunate.
You see, I'm not one of those betasitters that changes diapers. You’re the one who made the mess, so why should I have to clean it up? I’m sorry that you’re a grown man that can’t stop himself pooping his Pampers but that’s just not my problem now is it? You’re just going to have to stew in it until your wife gets back.
Or…if you’d like, my boyfriend's coming over later. Maybe you can tell him about the mess you made and ask him to change you. I’m sure he won’t laugh in your fucking face at all…”
Source: CeleraPrime
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