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Riders #19

MISS-JULIE’S-MISSIVES—ARCHIVE

This post was written as a collaborative work of @oh-hi-welcome-to-my-soft-side and @sweetboynolan . Enjoy!

New Mommy, DMD - Part 1

"What are my goggles for? You've got so many questions after I turned the happy gas on! Not so shy now, are you? Ok, open wide so I can get my fingers in there. Mmm. I seeee. You must have a very good Mommy, because I don't see one cavity in here. Alright, let me check your tongue way back in here... Oh! Was that moan for me? Naughty baby! I've had little boys mistake me for their mommy in the grocery store before, but I don't think you get that excuse here. Now, close your mouth and I'll test some muscular strength. Ok, suck on them, please."

*Pssssssssssssrrrrrrrrr*

"What's that sou...? Oh my goodness! Did my widdle patient get excited from my feengurs? Well it's a good thing your mommy had you diapered. It's ok, this isn't the first time its happened. That's why we keep the masks on, some big babies let go of a lot more."

"Oh, right, you asked me a question. My goggles are for keeping your little squirties away from my pretty eye makeup when you get your good patient reward. You see, I wanted to look extra pretty when I checked my schedule and saw you were coming in today. Awww, I saw how wide your eyes got, and that bump your pee pee made in your soggy diapee too; you think I'm trying to impress YOU! What a sweet, silly, baby boy! No no no. Once I finish taking care of your teeth, I'm going to see if your pretty Mommy wants to get dinner with me. Wouldn't that be fun? With me dating your Mommy we could play dentist all the time, and, sometimes, I might even give you a dose of the happy gas when we strap you to your diapee changie table! Oh! Shhhh, no need to fuss Baby. Here, let me turn the gas a little higher. There, now, let's see how much you like being a mommy's boy. Lets get these tapes off. There we go, it's ok Cutie, just relax, I'm a pro. Let me just warm up the lotion, and a spare diapee. I've given out lots of good patient prizes on this chair, but I'll make this one extra nice.

The wheelchair was more of a carriage, but Mommy's face lit up when he was wheeled out of the working area. Her heels clicking as she meet the dentist halfway down the hall.

"Here you are Miss Tori, one very good patient, all clean and changed, and not a single cavity to be worried about! Looks like he needed a nap after such a big day, but I'm happy he's not fussing, because... well... Oh! No, reception will handle payment... No, no, I was really... err ahmmmm... do you... do you like Italian food?"

touchstarved boys who always need to touch you one way or another, whether it's a hand around your waist, fingers laced with yours, nuzzling his head into your neck.

that whine at the slightest touch anyways, keening when you run your fingers through their hair. holding back a moan when you scratch gently at their scalp with your nails.

who glow under your love, shuddering with the sweet praise that drips your lips.

who try to do their very best so you'll call them your good boy and maybe if they're very good you'll let them touch your body, let them lay between your legs and taste you--if they're good. a tantalizing carrot on a stick that leaves them panting with need.

touchstarved boys that can't bear to be apart from you long, and can hardly keep sane without you in their line of sight,

who grip at your wrist when you try to leave for work, begging you to stay as they drop onto their knees, hugging your legs.

who plead and plead for you not to leave them, whining and sniffling when you try to shake them off.

who nudge their nose against your thigh, sweet big eyes looking up and only then can you tell deep inside where this was always inevitably going to go.

touchstarved boys who you could never seem to say no to.

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