Mommy Maggy
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I am Mommy Maggie. I have found the best lifestyle Mommies, babysitters, nannies, and little sisters around to talk to you on the phone!
Who am I? I was introduced to the lifestyle years ago by an old flame, and found a love of it. I have been online taking calls for some time, and have found so many different variations that I find I am ever evolving and constantly intrigued. Through this time I have met other ladies like me, and together we have decided to open phoneamommy.com, a site that is true to the lifestyle and that is true to us.
Please peruse all the ladies (and girls) bios, browse our forums, snoop in my journal (naughty baby!), and most importantly, enjoy yourself! You will find so many pleasures with these ladies and myself, the most importantly, the pleasure of being yourself with someone who understands and is as excited as you!
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December 8, 2011
Sometimes I watch over boys that think they can sneak things by me – silly boys. Case in point: I was watching over one particular boy who would go next door to play. The boy there had a baby sister that was still in diapers, and when ever my charge would come back, he would scurry quickly by me and head directly to his room. He thought he was being so sneaky, that I wouldn’t notice what he was smuggling in under his jacket, but I knew! (the undeniable smell […]
December 3, 2011
At night, when you get all diapered up before placing the warmest, softest jammies that you have one. I want you to think of me. Why? Because your Mommy Lauren is watching over you tonight, and every night. When you crawl under those covers, pulling them up tight and snug around you, I want you to think that those are my arms holding you tight. As you sigh a happy sigh of contentment as your head touches your pillow, I want you to think of how it felt to rest […]