I love playing with my toy.
He’s so cute in his squishy diaper.
His little padded butt makes me smile.
What’s underneath makes me as wet as he is.
I love to reach down inside and feel him,
Hot and hard,
Ready to please.
And please he does.
He’s always ready for me,
Desperately horny little boy.
My pleasure is his overwhelming desire,
And seeing his desire fans mine.
Watching the only part of him that is a man twitch and pulse
Gives me tingles that radiate from my clit
And spread through my body,
Making me ache for his touch.
But teasing him comes first.
I love how he shivers and moans,
And the way goose bumps prickle his skin under my fingers.
I love to have him spread eagle,
Completely under my control.
I love his giggles when I tickle him,
And how he tries to wiggle away.
I tell him to be still.
He wants to,
But his body fights.
The binds keep him where I want him:
Completely at my mercy.
He is an obedient boy, though.
He stops himself from cumming when I tell him to,
Even when he’s panting and groaning,
Precum oozing out
As his hips thrust involuntarily.
I like to keep him there,
On the edge of exploding,
Again and again.
Each time I try to get closer to the point of no return.
Sometimes only using my fingertip.
I run my nails along his chest,
Skimming my lips across his neck
And breathing in his scent.
I nibble at his ear
“Mommy loves her good little toy.”
I push my body against his,
My hard nipples grazing his arm
And leaving trails of milk…
Little white dots against his course hair.
I grind myself against his leg,
Moaning and writhing
As I continue to stroke him.
It takes less and less time before I have to stop.
I’m playing his body like a fine instrument,
Every tightening muscle telling me something…
How long can I prolong his torture?
Finally I allow a release,
But not a full one.
I move my hand away just as he starts to reach his climax,
And watch the ribbons of his cum spurt across his stomach,
And pool in his belly button.
It was just the faintest touch of my lips against his that set him off.
I scoop up his cum and feed it to him,
Smiling as he greedily swallows it down,
Thanking me and begging me for more with his eyes.
I give him my nipple,
Swollen and red,
And let him drink the sweet nectar
While I pat his head.
But I’m too excited and ready to burst.
I straddle his face,
Making him lick my pussy
And drink my juices.
Cum and piss,
He gulps it all down
Like the dirty fucktoy he is.
When he needs to go,
I let him use his diaper.
Good little boy.
I need his throbbing cock inside of me,
So I take him.
But as I lower myself onto him,
I remind him that he doesn’t get to cum unless I say so.
I make it difficult, but not impossible.
I rock and sway,
Move up and down,
And make myself cum again.
I give him a small break if he needs it,
Pausing just long enough for him to regain a little composure.
But not much.
My pleasure is the goal, after all.
It is so much fun to play with him!
I lose hours and hours
In that bed with him.
We’re sticky and wet with every bodily fluid there is:
Cum, piss, spit, milk, sweat, even tears of pleasure.
Good sex is never clean,
And my toy is a messy boy.