March 29, 2015

Mommy Wants to FEED HER BABIES!!

HI BABIES!!! It’s getting chilly here!! You know what that means don’t you? My nipples are hard and my breasts are so full of milk ready to feed you! I just love cuddling up on the couch and putting you across my lap so I can feed you with my warm, sweet mothers’ milk. Mmmm, doesn’t that taste good. Suck in all down into your tummy so you can fall asleep in my arms. Then I will rub you and rockl you gently and you can cuddle with Mommy ALL NIGHT LONG….
March 29, 2015

Sweet as Sweet Can B

March 29, 2015

Who Are You?

March 29, 2015

NBC

No not the Television Station
March 29, 2015

Are you sad

March 29, 2015

Valentines Day

March 29, 2015

lalala

March 29, 2015

Diaper No No!

In my class playing in your diaper is a Big Fat No No! Playing in your diaper is only allowed when I have set aside time for such. You may not; I repeat May Not play in there without my permission. Now what should I do to teach you a lesson. Hmmmm. Ah, I know. *gets out the icy hot* Come to the front of the class Little Boy Larry, come on, do as I say! Right here in front of all your classmates. That’s it now take a seat here on the stool, crawl on up, there ya go. Okay, now let me pull down those pants and open that diaper. *hahahaha* I know this is so degrading isn’t it? Some Diaper Humiliation *everyone laughs at you* Now let Mizz Rebecca squirt out a large amount of icy hot onto your pathetic little wiener, there very nice shade of white. Now Little Larry, do show everyone how much you like to play inside your Diaper, go on now, rub your peepee *laughs hysterically* show everyone what it means to disobey me! Mizz Rebecca 1 888 430 2010
February 28, 2011

The Stray Ginger Kitten

There’s a small and quite sweet ginger kitten, found wandering afraid and alone. He’s one of just hundreds like him, alone and without any home. Some human just is not looking, or caring to find where he’s gone. They go out and buy just a new one, replaced like new toys just for fun. Now cats they are treated as chattles, They don’t have a value you see. If one gets let out too early, they end up as strays, one, two, three. Old cats that no one is after, are thrown out like on refuse day. People get tired of old rubbish, don’t care when they go astray. Old cats have something to offer, which humans have not. They don’t let you down like most people, and they just put up with their lot. When cats or when kittens go missing, there aren’t many people who care. Some folks will ring in the rescue, to see if they’re handed in there. If you have a cat, or a kitten, it’s yours for years yet to come. It’s your job to care and to love it, not discard it or lose it like some. The Country is crawling with kittens, which people think are good fun, they soon grow up and get boring, and end up as strays like this one. This kitten is called Mr Darcy, he’s safe and he’s warm and he’s kind. And now he is living at Catkins, until a new owner we find. Are you like this sweet little kitten looking for a new mommy or granny,sitter,or someone to care of your needs we are here for you sweetie.All of us ladies here at Phoneamommy Minnie 1-888-430-2010
February 1, 2011

Valentine Gift

I watch and i wait along with the rest waiting for the mail to arrive my neighbors seem to be waiting for something special also.So i go about my housework and forget about the mail for awhile.Then i hear a horn blowing so i peek outside and the mail truck is in my driveway.As i get closer to him he gets out and hands me a package i looked at the package and looked back at him puzzled by this he must have realized it because he said i know this can fit in your mail box but they wanted it hand delivered.I thanked him and go back in the house where i opened it.As it reveiled its self to me i gasped with awe and surprise there laying in the box that it lay in was the most beautiful music box.As i opened it up there laying in the middle of this music box was a tiny baby curled up asleep in just its diaper. Minnie
January 5, 2011

What Does the Bee Do

What does the bee do? Bring home honey. And what does Father do? Bring home money. And what does Mother do? Lay out the money. And what does baby do? Eat up the honey Christina Rossetti Minnie
December 2, 2010

We dollhouse monsters

our jowls crashing like cymbals, while my baby brother takes out his eight-ball left eye and squints his right to line up his shot on the world’s smallest pool table. Mother has a camera for a head; it flashes uncontrollably though she claims to have run out of film a hundred years ago, when father’s penis, an unstoppable spigot, became a garden sprinkler, contained by adult diapers, changed hourly, and hourly, my sister— shuffling out of her hiding place in the cuckoo clock, her hair a mess of paper clips, a Raggedy Ann doll in her arms—sighs to pass the time. Water seeps through the ceiling, because upstairs the bathtub overflows, for Grandma has forgotten the bath she’s drawn, and on the stove the gas is high, the flames are heating up a pudding over which my opa whispers: boil, boil, loyal rubble, follow me to the end of my life. by Christopher Shannon Minnie