Do you walk around all day having erotic or naughty thought run thru that head of yours i bet you do its ok to have them you know Doris loves to find out what thoughts run in and out of that cute head of yours hehhe
Doris
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Naugthy thoughts
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Little Stinky Britches
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I guess the only "dirty thoughts" I have are dirtying my pants. 
(Our neighbor, who had a baby girl in diapers used to call poopy diapers, "Dirty Pants". She would always say to my mom, "Amy just dirtied her pants".)
One of the ways that this Baby/Diaper Fantasy has changed my "normal" thought process, is the way I see women. When I see a pretty, attractive, "mommish" woman, I do not think about her sexually. I have no desire to have sex with her.
Instead, when I see a beautiful woman, my mind transports me to a nursery or living room, where I see myself as a 6 to 9 month-old infant, being cared for by this woman who is my mommy, or infant teacher, or aunt or babysitter. In this fantasy, I have no desire to see her with her clothes off, but instead, I long to see her smile at me when she smells the telltale odor of a poopy diaper wafting through the air, or sees me grunting with a red face.
My "dirty thoughts" are concentrated on filling my pants for her.
(Our neighbor, who had a baby girl in diapers used to call poopy diapers, "Dirty Pants". She would always say to my mom, "Amy just dirtied her pants".)
One of the ways that this Baby/Diaper Fantasy has changed my "normal" thought process, is the way I see women. When I see a pretty, attractive, "mommish" woman, I do not think about her sexually. I have no desire to have sex with her.
Instead, when I see a beautiful woman, my mind transports me to a nursery or living room, where I see myself as a 6 to 9 month-old infant, being cared for by this woman who is my mommy, or infant teacher, or aunt or babysitter. In this fantasy, I have no desire to see her with her clothes off, but instead, I long to see her smile at me when she smells the telltale odor of a poopy diaper wafting through the air, or sees me grunting with a red face.
My "dirty thoughts" are concentrated on filling my pants for her.
Phew! Somebody needs a changing.