Sunday, 21 of September of 2014

Book Signing at Wicked Grounds!

BlueMommy1Date/time: Friday, August 15/7:00 pm-9:00 pm

Location: Wicked Grounds/289 8th St., San Francisco

What: I’m going to be hanging out and signing my awesome book, the Age Play and Diaper Fetish Handbook. I’m sure you already have, like, six copies, but come by to say hello and get some of the free stuff I’ll be giving away. And, hey, maybe I’ll flash you if you buy me a hot chocolate!

We’ll also be having a meeting to talk about the International Little Miss/Mister Little Pageant. We’re considering changing the name and some other things. This is a great time to come ask questions if you’re curious or to give your input if you have strong feelings. Of course we can’t make everyone happy, but we do want the pageant to be inclusive and fun for everyone.

Official blurb:

Penny Barber and Davina Darling will be holding a pre-meeting to discuss the arrangements for this year’s International Littles Pageant and to address questions and concerns.

Penny Barber will also be signing her book, “The Age Play and Diaper Fetish Handbook” and giving out free swag and prizes!

POTW: Yellow Plastic Pants

Penny caressed her soft, pearlized plastic pants.


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POTW: Is It Here?

Penny searches for a lost toy under her bed, exposing her crinkly, disposable diaper.



ATF Male Orgasms

The other day Manny had an AMAZING orgasm just after Sam had a really entertaining one, so I thought I would give a run down of my 4 all time favorite male orgasms.

4. F A long time ago, I had a client who was really into pantyhose. He worked in construction or something and didn’t make a lot, but he would save up to come see me every two months. I always thought that was adorable and sweet, but he also had a lot of guilt over his fetish. Eventually it made him miss a session with me, but he came back, anxious and desperate. So it had been four months since he had seen me, instead of the usual two. As I came down the stairs to greet him, wearing nothing but pantyhose he came right in his pants, hands-free. He was incredibly embarrassed and cleaned himself up and we did the session, before he came again while rubbing against my pantyhose-covered leg. Still, that first orgasm was pretty amazing. I had never seen someone cum without touching themselves before.

3. Sam Solo Little Sammy tends to cum quickly. He says that it’s only with me, which I think may be true only because with most of his other partners, he’s the top. (How Sam keeps finding people who will let him top them, I don’t know.) However, when I top, I’m controlling everything and I think it’s hilarious to watch him try not to cum even as I force him to. So, this weekend, we were shooting a pretty hot scene. I was playing his mom and I was sort of watching him jerk off from the doorway while I had a cocktail. Eventually, I decide to go over and see if I can get a better view. He’s embarrassed that I’ve caught him at first and he tries to cover up with a pillow, but I kneel between his legs and tell him that if he’s a good boy and keeps playing with himself, I’ll let him finish off my drink. He’s hesitant, but agrees. But he keeps stopping. I tell him that if he stops again, I’m going to spank him for not keeping his end of the deal. Sam is holding the camera and mouths that he’s about to cum. It’s only been a minute or two, but I tell him to keep playing with it anyway. He does, tentatively, for a few seconds, before taking his hand away again. I grab his cock to jerk him off myself, but the second I touch it, he explodes all over my hand and a few globs rocket up and splatter on my leg. Sam turns bright red and we finish up the scene, as I wipe as much cum as I can on the rim of the glass and tell him that he can have it now–if he wants.

2. Mickey Mod A while ago I was shooting for Twisted Factory in my first scene with Mickey Mod. It was a really fun shoot and the fact that Mickey was handsome and hung wasn’t hurting. Finally, toward the end, he had me bound and he was fucking me, I believe, vaginally. He grabbed the rope harness around my chest and demanded, “Look at me,” in a much louder, harsher voice than he usually uses. I did and his expression changed completely. He pulled out of me and came, shooting across the room. It kind of ruined the cum shot, but was pretty impressive. He shot something like ten feet!

1. Manny This Saturday, Manny and I were having really boisterous, yet romantic sex. You know, the kind where you’re kissing each other really hard, running your fingers through each other’s hair, and biting each other’s necks when it feels really good, then whispering, “I love you.” So, I had squirted a few times and it was really, really wet down there. He had been fucking me hard and fast for a long time, but after I came again, he slowed down and was going really slow, slipping in and out almost completely, pushing upwards a little at the end. The long, smooth strokes felt really good in my saturated pussy, but it was so slow that I didn’t think anything was going to happen. Then he gave this long, low moan and I felt myself getting even wetter. He didn’t speed up at all. Usually he tells me when he’s about to cum, so this surprise orgasm where I suddenly realized that he was filling me with cum was thrilling. Also, we usually cum together, so it was nice to be able to just watch him and focus completely on witnessing his pleasure.

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POTW: Gimme a D!

Penny is playing around in her pink cheerleader uniform and disposable diaper.


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POTW: Wet Bed, Wetter Panties

Penny has had an accident, soaking her bed and her little, white, cotton panties.


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Better and Better

After three years, I sort of assumed that my relationship with Manny was all that it was ever going to be: pleasant and docile. We spent our weekdays being parents and a family: helping with homework, going on play dates, having “I’m almost too tired to move, but need to get off in order to go to sleep” sex the moment the kids passed out. Thursday nights were for gaming. Then on Fridays we would work, then maybe go catch a movie in the evenings. He worked long hours on Saturdays, so if I wanted to go out, I went with other friends. Sundays were reserved for daytime outings or just lying in bed telling each other how much we loved each other all day and maybe doing something mildly sexually adventurous, like me putting him in bondage or me wearing a collar. It was pleasant, if predictable. Most of my exciting sexual encounters were with clients or on camera.

I was trying to adjust…and failing.

At first, he was so innocent that anything dirty at all was titillating. I could just tie his hands behind his back or he could call me a slut and it felt soooo subversive. And, don’t get me wrong: it was good. Like, the best sex I’ve ever had, on or off camera. He has amazing endurance and a super strong desire to please. All men say that they love eating pussy and most of them do to some degree, but not like Manny. He’s like a man starved and he can’t lick my clit fast enough. It’s awesome!

However, as the novelty wore off with him, the thrill wore off for me. He still enjoyed himself and I did, too, but that spark in his eye was gone. This wasn’t WRONG anymore. It was just the way we had sex. I like taboos and, for me, that doesn’t mean bedroom bondage and the occasional slap on the ass. It means crossdressing, diapers, watersports, humiliation, breast smothering, prolonged impact play, incest role play, CATHARSIS. It means becoming so immersed in the kink, in the sex, that you find everything else just melting away, the kind of experience where I find it impossible to be thinking of my grocery list or the laundry. I want my partner and I to exist purely as a vessel for pleasure and pain.

Over the past weeks, months, I feel that Manny and I have gotten there. But it isn’t moving back, it’s moving forward.

Diapers are figuring into our sex life for the first time, as are other fetish items. A commenter on my blog asked if Manny was being more dominant or simply aggressive and eager. In the past, he’s certainly been more dominant, but recently I think he’s been more “simply aggressive and eager” and I like it! (Not that I want to over-analyze or waste time applying labels, but this feels like a telling way to differentiate. It’s more like play now.)

For example, he and I were engaging in some rape role play the other day and he was holding me down and demanded, “Who do you belong to?” Usually I would meekly answer, “You,” and continue struggling. In the past, he did NOT like being challenged. He was in control and I could bend to his will or he would leave. He didn’t want to dominate someone who wasn’t submissive. However, this time I growled, “A son of a bitch!” and spit in his face. Instead of getting soft and storming off, he wiped the spit from his face and smeared it over mine, adding a little of his own. Then he began fucking me so hard that it hurt. “Again, who do you belong to?” I gave him a sarcastic little smile and answered, “I just said: you.” He let it go that time.

Beyond that, there have been too many other fun sexual encounters to list. My favorite standout was when he diapered me in the middle of one night.

We were sleeping and I had woken up to go to the bathroom. I had to climb over him, like I always do, and, as I did, he asked where I was going.

“I need to pee?”

He was clearly still more than half asleep. “Do you want me to diaper you?”


“Okay.” He got up and stumbled over to the closet and pulled out a diaper. It was clear that he had misheard me, but I couldn’t bring myself to correct him. Of course I wanted him to. Dear god, I wanted him to. But I need to know that HE wants to. Indulging in diaper play with someone who isn’t into it is just the worst.

He wandered back to bed and pulled me toward him, adjusting me on my back and lifting my hips. One of my favorite things about Manny is that he’s large enough to throw me around when he wants to. I am, after all, a big, strapping girl, and not everyone can do that.

He taped me up, then lied down and pulled me close to him, my diaper nestling against his hardening cock. I thought that I would be too excited to sleep, but it was just so comforting and intimate, and he was so warm and close. We drifted off before too long, cuddled against each other, my diaper crinkling as his erection ebbed and flowed against it.

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POTW: Diaper Playroom

Penny is changing her own cloth diaper in her playroom. Hopefully she doesn’t make a mess!



POTW: AB Girl in Bondage

Sucking her thumb and dressed like a baby girl, Penny is bound and perched on her rocking horse.


The Doors of Perception Lead to the Nursery

Last Sunday, Manny and I decided to enjoy my birthday present from Sam. It went in a weird direction, not in that it was bad, but in that I totally didn’t see it coming.

Usually when we start to feel normal again, I use my pacifier and Manny just sort of hangs out, but since we had candy flipped this time, Manny was coming down a little harder, so he asked if he could use the pacifier. I’m a super nice, selfless girlfriend (who loves seeing him with a pacifier in his mouth whenever possible), so I said yes.

We started feeling frisky again and he laid me back on our bed, opened my legs, and entered me. He took the pacifier out of his mouth and pushed it into mine and started saying the dirtiest things, pulling on the pacifier ring, asking me if I liked Daddy’s cock.

He started getting really excited and asked if we had any more diapers. I reminded him that he couldn’t fuck me if I was in a diaper, but he kept asking, so I told him where they were.

I usually don’t keep any in the house, but I had brought some home for our earlier experimentation, but since we only used one, there were still three or four left over in a box in my closet. He got them out and spread them out on the bed. It was so crinkly and soft. He did something that I’d been wanting to do for a long time. He took one of the diapers and stretched it over my chest, wrapping my full breasts in it. It felt wonderful.

As he fucked me in the pile of diapers, he reached down and took the pacifier out of my mouth and put it in his own, asking, “Do you like this, Mommy?”

I came so damn hard.

After we finished, I went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. When I came out, Manny had spread a blanket on the floor and was lying there in his robot boxers, with the pacifier in his mouth. He smiled. “Hi, Mommy.”

I looked at him for a moment. He looked so adorable and comfortable, sprawled out, staring up at the ceiling, his content little grin only enhanced by the pacifier.

“What do you like about age play?”

He pulled the pacifier out of his mouth and looked at me, his face open, honest, and friendly. “Pretending to be a kid, then getting laid? What’s not to like?”

He beckoned and I went and lied next to him. We cuddled as we came down.

Manny keeps mentioning diapers, too. I’ve always assumed that if I wanted to get a guy into diapers, I should start off wearing them myself, that it would be easier for them to see me in them than to actually wear them, but I’m beginning to wonder if Manny wouldn’t be more comfortable in a diaper himself. I’ve never even considered it, since he always seems so dominant to me, but…

I’m still sorting this all out in my head. It’s clear that he enjoyed this weird, switchy encounter, and I certainly did, too, but I don’t want to push us to do something that we’ll regret–and I certainly don’t want to scare him off. For now, I’ll continue letting him propose what we do, and just go along with it. I rather thought that he wouldn’t suggest that we every do anything together again, but here we are. It still feels surreal.