Rox-clymer - I'm Done And Hiding Here To Explore

Made to love, but not to be loved; made to understand, but not to be understood; always the poet, never the poetry.

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first pumping session 🥰

“Open up” mommy says as you feel the soft nipple hit your tongue. A few droplets of milk start filling your mouth, she hums softly. Your mind starts to go blank, your anxiety levels go down. Your bladder is in pain and your back end feels tight. You suddenly shift.

“Does baby have to go? I already told you, you’re safe here, you’re a baby, babies go poo poo and pee pee in their diapers! Go ahead, start pushing for mommy! I’ll change you after…”

You slowly obey, letting a trinkle start going, eventually allowing yourself to push, feeling a mush press against your diaper. Mommy pats your diaper, encouraging you. You push again until you feel a coat around your bottom. A soft smell hits your nose, in disbelief you have let go, she knows what you did, but it’s okay. You feel warm, you feel safe, you feel the contents of your diaper shift around.. “Good baby…” she says, as she caresses your forehead and milk fills your mouth.

“The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.”

— Ritu Ghatourey