Life as a Little (Part I)
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| Writer and Model - Lexus Bradbury |
So the last couple of blogs was really just laying the foundation for the good stuff. I said I was done addressing what happened to the trans community, and I will never be speaking on it again. So, with that in mind, lets get to the good stuff !! My regression !!
I've always been a fan of ABDL, back when I was living life as a male, one of my girlfriends had Daddy issues and we used to mess about with it a bit. There was no Amazon back then, and we were both still quite young and sheltered, but that didn't stop us having our fun. Her eyes lit up when I came home from work one day with a pacifier for her. She was absolutely stunning, probably the hottest girl I ever went out with. Six feet tall, size 10, blonde hair blue eyes, wish we'd have had kids together. I can still see her slender body worming about the bed, sucking away on her pacifier will I dipped my dick in and out of her. She was always quite uptight and vanilla when it came to sex, but not when she had her dummy in, she even spoke young while I was fucking her. Sometimes it would slip out when we weren't fucking, and she would switch on her cute voice and call me Daddy.
This was all fun, but deep down I wanted very much to be the girl. I wasn't envious of the ABDL stuff at the time, but I really desired to present as a woman. She used to slip her underwear onto me every once in a while, but that's about as good as it got. I wanted it full time, it wasn't just a quick fuck and then the desire went away, this wasn't a sexual issue at all for me, this was about my gender.
Anyway lets cut a long story very short, me and the girl split up and about five years later I ended up meeting the kinkiest girl I've ever known. This girl was dirt and I loved her so much for it. She could be so nice and sweet in the vanilla world, and so damned horny behind closed doors. I was living full time as a woman by this point, so my sexual experiences were totally different. I didn't have to hold any part of me back anymore, and could be my authentic self, it was such a relief.
Initially the first part of the relationship I was still dominant, despite now living as a woman. It was no problem looking back, we had a fun time. We'd only been together a few nights when I tied her to my office chair and went down on her, that pretty much set the tone. She was like nothing I'd ever had before. I'd gone from a 6 foot tall woman, to a little 5 foot nothing pocket rocket, she had the most amazing arse I've ever seen. I've always been a fan of the curvy girls, there's just something about them when they're all done up that looks classy and sexy.
Eventually we had wore out all our possibilities and things had gone stale, so we switched roles. I'll be honest it wasn't easy for me at first, even though deep down it's something I craved badly. I can remember the first time she did me with a strap, one of the hottest memories of my life, and I would say it's quite vanilla for me. It was a double sided strap so as she was fucking me, it fucked her, I wouldn't have had it any other way. We looked specifically for something like that. I'm not having her get no gratification from fucking me, these are the little things that are important to me. My laptop screen was lit up at the side of the bed, casting a shadow against the wall. I could see our silhouettes as we fucked doggy style, I couldn't take my eyes off it. She had a fist full of my hair and pounded away at me, I didn't even bother touching my cock, why would I want to ruin the moment. Eventually she came and got off, I lay next to her and masturbated while she kissed me, I'm getting aroused just remembering.
In time, I opened up to her about the things I really wanted to do and liked, she was all in on it, crucifixion was the first. I've always had a thing for it, and before you wonder, yes with nails. Not that we ever could do it with nails, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't, at the time though, we settled with ropes. She came home one day with a funeral dress, it was gorgeous. Long elegant plain black thick silk, with a white rose that sat above the right breast. I was so aroused when she slipped it over me, tongue kissing passionately as she pulled it down into place. No white rose though, not just yet !! We had an old bed frame that we hadn't got round to chucking out yet stood up against the wall in the spare bedroom. She led me to it and stood me on a chair, tied each wrist in the crucifix position. Then, she tied a rope around my ankles, and began to pull it back through the bars on the bed frame, my legs went from underneath me almost instantly putting all the weight on my wrists. This was actually really risky looking back, because when people die of crucifixion, it's not the nails that kill you, its the position your body is spread out in. Once I was laid in place she climbed on the chair I was stood on, and tongue kissed me. She slipped the white rose into place and then left. Like legit went out for a few hours. I was in sexual bliss and agony all at the same time. I still wish I'd have been nailed though, ultimate dream for me that. Eventually she came back, I was dripping in perspiration, my arms had gone dead, and I could no longer support myself with my legs, very risky stuff. She sat on the chair in front of me naked, and then fingered herself over her handywork, I looked on so very aroused. Once she'd cum she lifted the funeral dress and performed oral on me until I came. I'm not too proud to admit I came quick, I'd just lived out one of my ultimate sexual fantasies.
There was still one though that had gone unexplored, adult baby. We used to talk a lot about sex while having sex, and as she grinded her tight pussy on my cock, I began to open up. I explained how I always desired to live out my days as a little, I went on to tell her I craved diapers and bum changes, and wished the dynamics of our relationship could change to a mummy little girl type thing. We didn't even finish fucking, she literally slid off me, got in the car and went out for half an hour. When she came back, she had a few shopping bags containing all kinds of stuff for the days ahead. Baby food, bottles, milk, a pacifier, diapers and a really childish night dress. The ground felt like it opened up and swallowed me, this girl NEVER failed, bullseye every time. I didn't even have to explain it to her, she instantly understood. I think this suited her at the time, because she was unable to have children of her own, I could see how it bothered her sometimes, so it was win win. The girl did alright on such short notice to be fair to her. She slipped me into my nightie, did my hair in pig tails and diapered me for the first time. Then she slipped my pacifier in, went downstairs and made me my first bottle. As I lay there in the dark waiting for her to return, I began to suck on my pacifier for the first time, I don't think I was quite ready to accept myself. I felt ashamed and embarrassed, which now is very hot in a nostalgic sense. She returned with a bottle of warm milk, and embraced me holding me in her arms. I lay back and began to suckle on the teat drinking the warm milk, our eyes never broke contact. Once the bottle was gone, she began to demand I went wee wee in my nap naps. After a good few decades of being toilet trained it didn't come easy at first, so she led me by the arm to the toilet and sat me on it in my nappy as if I was going normally. We was there for a good half hour while I strained away, I kept getting close and then the feeling would stop. That's when she reached for the toilet handle and pressed it, all of a sudden a flow of pee came from within me. I was soon filled with a warm sensation in my diaper and began to feel it cling to me, it felt heavy and swollen, I loved it. Once she realised I'd gone she led me back to the bedroom, she got in our bed, laid back and pushed my head down between her legs demanding oral sex, without hesitation I obliged her, all the while feeling my nappy ever swelling as the cotton wool soaked up my pee. I was a bit frightened at the time of making a mess and leaking, I'd not even begun to learn to trust my diaper yet, it was only the first night. She was already soaking wet from all the kink we'd indulged in, moaning while she cupped me by the thoughts in the back of my mind, pulling me even deeper into her. I knew when it was time to go off, I'd always feel her stiffen and she'd moan a little louder. Once she orgasmed in my mouth, the room went quiet for a few moments while she recovered and I processed everything that had transpired. Then, like nothing, she grabbed my pacifier, stuck her arm out and said "come on then pinkle pom pom". I came to her embrace, she put my dummy in and began to stroke me to sleep. I was awake a good while, we didn't even speak a word, we just lay there in loving embrace until we eventually drifted off.
Right, I think we will call that a wrap for this blog. There's still so much to tell about this relationship, I don't want to overload the blog. So why don't you join me next Friday and I'll continue the story. I really hope you enjoyed it, I know I did. I enjoyed it then, and I still enjoy it now. Sat here with a big cheesy dumb grin on my face. I've been a very lucky girl !!
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See you next week, but for now, Goo Goo Ga Ga x
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