Diaper Stories Wattpad Novels & Stories

I was left with just my crop top and white p@nty. My p@nty was so wet that the wet spot was so visible, and Mia could clearly see the wet patches. Me standing up has giving my juice a free means to run down my thighs easily Mia grabbed my p@nty and pulled it down. I squeezed my legs, making it easier for her to pull it down My lower body was now totally n@ked, and my bald shaved wet c00chie came to view I just couldn't wait any more, as all these actions were making me super h0rny

David's snoring in the bed beside me, oblivious to what had happened. His arm slung over the pillow where my head should be. But I'm here, in the dim glow of my phone screen, scribbling this out in my diary, because if I don't, it'll eat me alive. Today wasn't just a slip; it was a dive, headfirst into something I've been circling for months. Or years, if I'm honest. ***** At Zephyra Art Gallery, I didn't just let it happen. I started it. Me. Poppy. The good wife, the one who packs David's lunch with snacks, fruit and love notes. What the hell is wrong with me?

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")

The pages were filled with scribbles, sketches, and snippets of stories—a repository of her thoughts, dreams, and musings that spanned countless nights of storytelling and creativity. Opening the journal, Mama Hazel traced her fingers over the familiar words and drawings, each one a snapshot of a moment shared with Theo, a fragment of their evolving narrative as mother and son. The pages were a testament to the beauty of storytelling, capturing the essence of their bond in a tapestry of love, imagination, and shared wonder. With a soft smile playing on her lips, Mama Hazel picked up a pen and began to write. Her words flowed effortlessly, painting a new story—the story of Theo and Mama Hazel

Juniper nodded her head after hearing Selena’s suggestion. The story was called ‘Me and My Dad’, and it was written in three installments that were split into three books. The plot revolved around a little dinosaur by the name of Rory and his father. In fact, these storybooks were a gift from her colleague who didn’t know that Selena was a single mother. Thus, she had never chosen them to read for Juniper because she was afraid that the child would ask difficult questions, which she might not know how to answer.

The title is; EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET; Mommy, please forgive Daddy. * A book about Clara Campbell, Hayley's friend, will be published next year, kindly anticipate! Once again, thank you all for reading 😍🥂🥰 God bless you! And I love y'all so much! 😘

she says to my girls, just as Luna Yara walks up. “Did I hear something about a story before bed?” she asks, smiling at her mate. “Oh, can we hear the one about the wabbit doctor again, Gwanma?” Quilla asks. Those two twins are already growing up in the hospital with their mother and grandmother. I expect they’ll be just like both women when they grow up and it makes me so proud. “I have a new one,” she says excitedly, taking Quiana and Kyla from Warren. “It’s about a grasshopper surgeon.”

The following chapters are a bonus story called A Mama's Love. I know it's a couple of months early, but the idea came to me and couldn't be helped. So the following short bonus story is a Mother's Day Celebration that takes place the Mother's Day after Clover is born. I hope you enjoy it. Story Blurb:

Astrid meant good when she volunteered to watch over the kids while Sierra went on a date with Caleb. She was ready to face any challenges while supporting her best friend. She never thought she’d find herself in disarray in less than an hour of being left with the children. “Aunt! Gabby soiled his diaper!” Paris announced. She pointed at the baby’s bottom while pinching her nose with her other hand. “It smells so bad.” “I’ll get him a new diaper to change. Please take care of her, Aunt.” London ran to the bedroom and came back with a clean diaper.