What happens to my dad in Vegas…
…stays in Vegas. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. When Dad returns (with a duty-free bottle), he can tell me all about it, and I won’t tattle to his Wife (unless she buys wine).
He’ll probably be getting up to stuff like this:
Yeah, that’s a diaper.
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I feel completely inadequate as a blogger that I have so far not been able to use the tag “diaper fetish”. Maybe I need to re-evaluate the direction my blog is going as a whole.
It was a bit of a stretch…I might have to devote a post to the subject. Which probably wouldn’t surprise anyone.
It was a bit of a stretch…I might have to devote a post to the subject. Which probably wouldn’t surprise anyone.
I don’t know how many people search “diaper fetish.” I’ll let you know!