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Author: BabyAnna

Living in England with her cats, Anna loves dancing, photographing and chocolate. Writing is a cathartic process for her, a chance to release inner angst through wry self-analysis of her own obsessions. Readers find her works disturbing and amusing in equal measure, but always ask for more. Writing short form fiction allows Anna to complete multiple works exploring different aspects of her innate desire to be loved and wanted, and how that reveals itself through degrading fantasies.

Cuddle

Posted on 12 January, 202312 January, 2023 by BabyAnna

Husni looked up at the beaming face of her new Mommy and smiled back. “Cuddle!” she demanded, reaching out with her arms. Natalia couldn’t resist and picked little Husni up, embracing her in a tight hug that kept going long after they’d entered the cafe. “You’re just so adorable!” gushed Natalia, “I’m so lucky we…

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Pierced

Posted on 31 December, 2022 by BabyAnna

Fellatio is a loving tender treat, a gift involving soft lips and a willing tongue, teasing, tormenting and eventually giving release to a lucky man. Getting face fucked was nothing like that. I don’t know when my drink was spiked but I can guess who. I woke up when he splashed cold water on me,…

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How wet?

Posted on 31 December, 2022 by BabyAnna

“I lost control a little,” she admitted. “A little?” he asked, “You’re wetter than the crew of an open deck yacht sailing the North Passage!” “Close your legs, everybody can see your diaper!” “I can’t!” “You could when I put it on you.” “That was four coffees ago.” “I think I leaked,” she said. “Leaked?”…

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Posted on 12 September, 2022 by BabyAnna

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked belligerently, standing up and glaring at her. “I’m Judith,” she replied, “the note said to drive here.” He looked at Judith, looked at her car, then turned to the young kid on the motorbike. “The red fucking truck you clown. That’s a Honda fucking Civic.” The kid’s eyes…

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Making Me Wet

Posted on 17 August, 2022 by BabyAnna

As the ropes looped around my wrists went taut I instinctively resisted, tried to prevent them drawing my arms away from my body. It didn’t help, and I forced myself to relax, allow the electronic winch to pull my arms out to the side, holding them and my hands helpless, unable to defend my body….

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Rainbow Poo Recipe

Posted on 16 August, 2022 by BabyAnna

Tonight’s dinner consists of multiple courses, kicking off with a tomato stuffed tomato amuse-bouche, beetroot three ways as the appetiser followed by the fish course, a rich mackerel infused with a squid ink broth. The main event begins with an entree of beef and red cabbage teased with bacon, adorned by a rich red wine…

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Posted on 15 August, 2022 by BabyAnna

For a moment, as she stood there under the warm heavy rain, enjoying the relief it provided from the sticky atmosphere inside, the area covered by her diaper was, in a strange reversal of the normal situation, the only dry part of her body.

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The Summoning

Posted on 14 August, 2022 by BabyAnna

The cultists filed silently in, faces shadowed by their hoods, the flickering candle providing light enough only to find and sit in a chair. The High Priestess stood up, her velvet gown sending shivers down the spine of the younger, more impressionable cult members. She glared around the dark room, then spoke in a commanding…

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Debbie’s Gift

Posted on 12 August, 2022 by BabyAnna

Sandy followed Debbie into the club, hiding how impressed she was with the greeting and welcome from the doormen and hostess. They were led to a table and as they sat the hostess gestured towards some well built and smartly dressed men lined by the wall. “Welcome Ladies,” said the hostess, “Would you like to…

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Decadent à Trois

Posted on 10 August, 2022 by BabyAnna

Tonight’s pizza delivery was unusual. Not the pizza, I knew my favourite and so did the delivery company. But today it was delivered by someone new. A woman. She was a little older than most of their delivery boys. They were university age, she was more mature, in her prime. A proper woman, not someone…

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