May 17, 2014

Abie in a Bag

Well now, isn’t this just the most perfect item!  I think every AB Mommy should have one of these in her arsenal, don’t you?  First it’s pink (who doesn’t like pink?); secondly, it latex (mmmm, the way it feels to the touch, against the skin, the sound it makes – need I say anything more about it?).  Third, it keeps rambunctious and less-then-willing adult babies and sissies (for that matter, ANYONE who is need of a serious time out) safe and secure and immobilized (can’t have our little one trying to get out of their crib, now can we?). And last but certainly not least, the fact that it’s a VERY effective disciplinary tool!  One night in this wonderful little item and the most unruly of ABies and sissies will become sweet as pie! Now to choose…who do I put in it first…   Maggie 1.888.430.2010  
August 22, 2013


We all have something that we love the feel of against our body some more so than others now like wool yuk it makes me itch really bad but some loves the feel and warmth of it.This lil sissy girl loves her latex and diapers.She loves the feel of it and the way it makes her body feel.When she is told to get dressed in her sexy latex she dances all over the place i can just imagine the smile she has for me.I do believe she would wear this 24/7 if she could.In fact i have insisted she wear certain things to work under her clothing.Ah this lil latex sissy enjoys that so much to wear something of her latex or maybe a diaper underneath. Think the next time we chat i will think of something really naughty for her to try out maybe throw out all her male underwear going down the street now would that not be a fun thing for her to do especially if all her neighbors were out to watch But i will think of something i usually do laughing. Minnie 1.888.430.2010
August 14, 2012

Latex fetish lover

Love the feel of latex as it slides over your body and you sometimes have to tug and pull it over your body But you enjoy that tight feel don’t you especially when you wear diapers underneath that latex shirt.The feel of that latex on you is nothing else like it is there.I see the gleam in those eyes as you walk toward me strutting your stuff.Oh you look so adorable all dressed up in that latex shirt and diaper and sometimes even a pair of latex panties to go with that shirt you swing those hips as you walk toward the mirror on the floor in such a hurry to see yourself are you not latex lover. Minnie 1.888.430.2010 PS: this is for you rfetish hope you enjoy this sweetie
February 7, 2011

The Cat and the Moon

The cat went here and there and the moon spun round like a top, and the nearest kin of the moon, the creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, for, wander and wail as he would, the pure cold light in the sky troubled his animal blood. Minnaloushe runs in the grass lifting his delicate feet. Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance? When two close kindred meet, what better than call a dance? Maybe the moon may learn, tired of that courtly fashion, a new dance turn Minnaloushe creeps through the grass from moonlit place to place, the sacred moon overhead has taken a new phase. Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils will pass from change to change, and that from round to crescent, from crescent to round they range? Minnaloushe creeps through the grass alone, important and wise, and lifts to the changing moon his changing eyes. William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) Lorraine
September 28, 2010

The Cry Of The Children

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west— But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. Do you question the young children in their sorrow, Why their tears are falling so? The old man may weep for his tomorrow, Which is lost in Long Ago; The old tree is leafless in the forest, The old year is ending in the frost, The old wound, if stricken, is the sorest, The old hope is hardest to be lost: But the young, young children, O my brothers, Do you ask them why they stand Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers, In our happy Fatherland? They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their looks are sad to see, For the man’s hoary anguish draws and presses Down the cheeks of infancy; “Your old earth,” they say, “is very dreary; Our young feet,” they say, “are very weak! Few paces have we taken, yet are weary— Our grave-rest is very far to seek. Ask the aged why they weep, and not the children, For the outside earth is cold, And we young ones stand without, in our bewildering, And the graves are for the old.” “True,” say the children, “it may happen That we die before our time. Little Alice died last year—her grave is shapen Like a snowball, in the rime. We looked into the pit prepared to take her: Was no room for any work in the close clay! From the sleep wherein she lieth none will wake her, Crying ‘Get up, little Alice! it is day.’ If you listen by that grave, in sun and shower, With your ear down, little Alice never cries; Could we see her face, be sure we should not know her, For the smile has time for growing in her eyes: And merry go her moments, lulled and stilled in The shroud by the kirk-chime. It is good when it happens,” say the children, “That we die before our time.” Alas, alas, the children! They are seeking Death in life, as best to have; They are binding up their hearts away from breaking, With a cerement from the grave. Go out, children, from the mine and from the city, Sing out, children, as the little thrushes do; Pluck your handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty, Laugh aloud, to feel your fingers let them through! But they answer, “Are your cowslips of the meadows Like our weeds anear the mine? Leave us quiet in the dark of the coal-shadows, From your pleasures fair and fine! “For oh,” say the children, […]
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