Calling a spade, a spade (my little side)

All day I have wanted to be diapered.  I had even talked with my wife about it, but our morning was not what it was expected to be.  I didn’t want to add any discomfort to her, so I did what I’ve done countless times before. I internalized it, and tried to push the urge/desire/feeling … Continue reading Calling a spade, a spade (my little side)