April 17, 2026
Hey everyone, I’m just a regular guy in his thirties, married, successful, the whole boring package. But last weekend I did something I never thought I’d admit to anyone… until now. I paid a very skilled, very dominant hypnotist to regress me completely. Not some light relaxation bullshit. Full on, deep trance age regression. She made me believe I was a helpless little baby, even though my body stayed exactly the same adult size. And holy fuck, it was the hottest, most humiliating, most freeing thing I’ve ever experienced. I showed up at her private studio nervous as hell. She had me strip down to just my boxers and lie back on this big, soft leather couch. The room smelled like baby powder and vanilla. She dimmed the lights, put on this soft, rhythmic music, and started talking in that low, silky voice that just melts your brain. “Just listen to my words… let them sink deep inside you… deeper and deeper…” I don’t even remember how fast it happened. One second I was thinking […]
April 9, 2026
Hey everyone, i’m a 32 year old “baby boy” here who still gets rock hard every time a pretty girl calls him “little man” and checks his diaper. I know some of you have been following my adventures, so you already know the drill: I hire babysitters, I regress hard, and nine times out of ten they freak out and ghost me because they think I’ve lost my damn mind and actually believe I’m an infant. Last month alone I went through three. The first one laughed nervously when I crawled over in just my thick rearz diaper and asked for a bottle. She left mid feed. The second one actually tried to call my “mommy” because I was throwing a tantrum on the floor in nothing but a onesie and a very obvious boner. The third one just stared at the crib, the changing table, and the stack of adult sized diapers and noped right out the door. But then… then came Sarah. She showed up at 7 p.m. sharp, tight jeans, soft pink […]
April 2, 2026
God, I can’t believe I’m writing this down here. My hands are still shaking from last night, and my cock is already twitching just thinking about it again. I’ve got this thing, this deep, dirty obsession with women’s feet. Not just any feet. Her feet. The way they look, the way they smell after a long day, the way they taste when I finally get my tongue on them. I’m rock hard right now just typing this, and I haven’t even started the good part yet. It started like it always does. She came home from work in those black pumps that make her arches look insane. Sarah. My girlfriend of two years, the one who still doesn’t fully know how bad I’ve got it. She kicked them off by the door, and the scent hit me like a drug. That warm, slightly sweaty aroma, salty skin mixed with the faint leather from her shoes. I swear my mouth watered. “Long day?” I asked, trying to sound casual while my eyes locked on her bare […]
March 26, 2026
Hey Diary, You ever sit in a six figure garage at 2 a.m., surrounded by the kind of metal most men only dream about, and still feel like the biggest loser on the planet? Yeah. That’s me right now. Cock throbbing, wallet empty, balls aching from the hottest fucking denial of my life. My name’s not important. What matters is I’m the guy with the 2024 Porsche 911 GT3 RS in Guards Red, the 2023 Ferrari 296 GTB, the vintage ’69 Camaro SS that I restored myself, and a shelf full of trophies from track days I barely remember anymore. I used to live for that, the roar of the flat six, the way the Ferrari claws out of a corner like it wants to fuck the asphalt. Cars were my thing. Until she showed up. Her name is Mistress V. She found me on one of those shady paypig apps six months ago. One message: “Send $500 and tell me why a big dick car boy like you wants to be my wallet.” I […]
March 19, 2026
I’ve been hiding this for years, but I can’t keep it locked inside anymore. My cock gets harder than steel every single time I watch a car crash. Not the fake Hollywood shit, I’m talking real ones. Dashcam footage, highway pile ups, head on collisions where the metal screams and folds like it’s begging for it. The louder the impact, the wetter the precum leaking down my shaft. This is my filthy secret: destruction is my ultimate foreplay. It started innocent enough. Late one night I was bored, scrolling YouTube, and a “Worst Car Crashes 2025” compilation popped up, one of those rabbit hole scrolling things I click on. The first clip was a semi truck slamming into a little sedan at 70 mph. The hood crumpled inward, glass shattered in slow motion, sparks flew like fireworks. My hand was already in my sweatpants before the video even hit the ten second mark. By the time the second car spun out and T boned the wreckage, I was rock hard, stroking furiously, eyes locked on […]
March 13, 2026
God, I can’t believe I’m finally writing this down. My hands are still shaking a little from last nights crawly session, and my skin is still tingling like it remembers every single tiny foot that danced across it. If you’re reading this and you get off on the same twisted thrill I do, welcome to my dirty little world. If not… well, this might be something new for you, because this one’s for the freaks like me. My name doesn’t matter. I’m just a regular guy who discovered years ago that nothing, nothing. gets me harder than the feeling of insects crawling all over my naked body. Not spiders, too big, too scary for me, but the smaller ones: ants, beetles, roaches, even the occasional centipede when I’m feeling extra filthy. The way their legs tickle and tease, the way they explore every inch of me like I’m their personal playground… fuck, I’m getting hard just typing this. Last night was perfect. I waited until the house was dead quiet. Stripped completely naked in the […]
