It's dark and I'm in my crib. I'm all alone. I don't like it. Icry. Mommy doesn't come. I cry more. I cry lots and lots. Mommy comes andpicks me up. M...mmy lets me suckle on a milky boob.I wake up. I'm all alone again! I cry. Mommy doesn't come. I cry more. Istand up in my crib. I cry loud. My diaper is poopy.Mommy comes and cleans me and gives me a new diaper. She puts me in thehighchair and gives me mush. It's yucky! I say, "No!"Mommy talks and points at the mush. I throw the spoon and push. Lots of open sex discussion. “Are you a top or bottom?” (vers to bottom) “Do you fist/get fisted?” (I have fisted and am open to getting fisted) “Do you play in threesomes or groups!” (yeah!) “What kind of porn do you like?” (ruff, leather, raw, wild!” “Do you have any fetishes?” (Spandex, jock gear/underwear, public, leather, and cum). I answered all their questions, but got a little nervous. I excused myself and said I’d think about it!When I got home that night/early morning I was so. They each took one of my arms, led me down to the where the rest of the guys were standing, then stood me in the middle of the circle, let go and stood back in the circle. I couldn’t stop staring at their cocks. I had never seen one before and they all looked so different.I recognized some of them from the area around the house where we were staying. They were all a year or two older than me so we didn’t hang out much, but they had always been friendly. The guy in front of me was one of the. We're doing a cover and a photo shoot for the mag's "Bedroom Issue" which features articles and such for about everything to do in the boudoir.We couldn't be more excited to do the shoot with none other than my favorite male model (and every Playgirl reader's wet dream) Julian Fantechi! When he introduced himself, we were so thrilled to meet him. Being a closeted Playgirl reader myself, I thought of Julian as as number one on my very own MTRD (Men To Really Do) list. I first started admiring.