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She opened her right eye quickly and shut it. Then she opened her right eye again, peeking at the door. It was closed and she was alone in the bedroom now. Sighing into her pacifier, she flipped over from her tummy onto her back.

She couldn’t sleep. She just wasn’t tired. She had tried to sleep, but simply had too much energy in her.

Everything around her felt so soft and so nice to the touch, from the mattress cover beneath her to the baby blanket on top of her to the nightie she was dressed in to the diaper around her waist.

Her Daddy had lied her down in her crib, covered her with blankets and filled the space around her with her favorite stuffed animals, making certain to tuck the stuffed animals in as well when he tucked her in, kissed her on the forehead raised up the side of her crib and quietly exited the room just a few short minutes ago.

She smiled widely at the thought of him. He was never too far from her thoughts and had never left her heart. Maybe that was what made him so very important to her. They had met and fallen in love, hardly needing to try. Some things just simply happen because they were supposed to and having the courage to accept those gifts of life wasn’t always the easiest thing for her to do.

Why was this hard for her? Because acceptance was easy, but believing that good thing can happen would only hurt worse should they not come to be. It was hard to believe what she wanted to believe and protect her heart at the same time.

She had known all her life that she would always be a Daddy’s girl. It was when she was at her happiest and she knew she would always be searching for a connection with someone who could make her feel that secure and that comfortable and that loved. There was no question in her mind about what she sought or the kind of guy she was looking for. When she met him, she would know if he was the right one.

So when she met the guy who was now her Daddy, she knew that her journey was at an end. She had never called anyone Daddy before, not other than her real father. It was a name she saved for the one person who knew what it meant to her. Her life seemed so much richer having met someone who nurtured the littleness inside her.

Her words couldn’t always describe how being his BabyGirl made her feel, but her emotions and her thoughts made it so clear to her. She wished sometimes that she had the words to tell him what he meant to her. Certainly she told him all the time that she loved him, but it went so much deeper than just one sentence. Her fear and apprehension was that he didn’t feel for her as deeply. She had no reason to believe he loved her less, but it was that sense of not knowing which made it such a difficult insecurity to deal with. Added in was the fact that she never told him how insecure she was about this.

Her fears often controlled her actions, keeping her from being able to believe, which was why make-believe was so wonderful. In make-believe, she was strong and could overcome her fears. In make-believe, she felt safe and she could let her little side out. But it was her Daddy who had shown her that real life could feel just as safe and that she could let her little side out whenever she wanted.

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The Rock-A-Bye Series

When I was in high school, I was quite fortunate in having been given a role in a musical I will likely never be given again in my life. But if by chance I ever do get this role again, I will be old, gray and bald before it happens. Well … I guess I’m a third of the way there, at this point.

The role I’m talking about is “Tevye” from the musical Fiddler on the Roof. In a one-sentence synopsis, Fiddler is the story of the residents of a Jewish Village in Czarist Russia and how they came to terms with the changing times – particularly a milkman, his wife and his five daughters.

One of the overlying themes of in Fiddler is “tradition”. That also happens to be the name of the opening song at the top of the first act. And what we see in our lives as tradition may not have been the same as what our parents saw as tradition or of what future generations will see as tradition. The reason why may likely be that tradition has a habit of defying its own definition.

Tradition
1. a long-established action or pattern of behavior in a community or group of people, often one that has been handed down from generation to generation.
2. the handing down of patterns of behavior, practices, and beliefs that are valued by a culture.

Certainly, there are plenty of other definitions for this word. But the point is made that traditions tend to stick around and are often acquired. Yet instinct wouldn’t make us think of anything recent when we think of the traditional.

And that might be a bit of instinct we need to re-evaluate.

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I’ve received emails from people who ask me how much of myself I put into the stories I write and how much of the stories are based on experiences I’ve had.

My response is always that I put all of myself into what I write.  Putting any lesser amount would seem pointless.  If you’re going to do something, you may as well do it to the fullest and do it right.  I also tell them that some of the stories are loosely based on experiences I’ve had, but not all of them.  And I usually leave my answer at that … nothing more.

The reasoning is: I understand fully that I am one of many writers in this world who knows what the acronym ABDL stands for and who has a personal understanding and opinion of what it means.  I don’t ever want to come of as sounding like I’m anything more than that.

I also don’t ever look at anything I write as being life-changing or earth-shattering in importance.  Because the truth is:  few things in life are that important.  And always remembering this makes it possible to maintain a humble modesty that is healthy.

Every Word is a Piece of Me is an ebook I’ve created that is based on the one and only blog I have ever kept in my life.  And that blog you will find on this website.

This is the third ebook in the blog series and when I put them up online, I intend for them to be free.  But, Amazon and Barnes & Noble require a minimum price.  So I’ve also put this book up on Smashwords, a site that allows free pricing and has formatting for all ebook readers (including the Amazon Kindle and the Barnes & Noble Nook).

The importance of this book is no greater than any other.  And I will always proudly state that.  But, as with everything else I’ve written, I put all of myself into it and Every Word is a Piece of Me.

Every Word is a Piece of Me

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Also check out the first two blog books:

Every Word is a Piece of My Heart

Every Word is a Piece of My Soul

Stay tuned for a full posting about TeddyCon 2015 next week.

Right now I’m finishing up Country Rose 3.  Here’s a sample of it.

Until then,  here are the links to follow to learn more about TeddyCon:

Passwords are common and everyday things. And they have been so for quite some time now. But I remember when I got my first password. I was in college and it was assigned to me. It was the most difficult thing to remember in the world. I wrote it on a tiny piece of paper and kept it in my wallet – constantly referencing it when I sat down in front of a computer.

This may sound crazy, but could you also imagine a time when the internet wasn’t at your fingertips? Certainly, you’ve seen the recent BMW commercial with Katie Couric and Bryant Gumbel where they play a clip of a 1994 episode of The Today Show. In that clip, Katie and Bryant were dumbfounded and confused by this crazy thing called internet.

Here’s the full clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=95-yZ-31j9A

That may seem crazy too. But it was a mind-boggling thing to start. The internet seemed so bizarre, so strange and its valued purpose was a total mystery.

As passwords became more common, news reports came out that suggested you create passwords that were easy for you to remember but hard for others to figure out.

This suggestion was my absolute favorite one: SYWGWEKYN
It’s an acronym.
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Figured out what it means yet?

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25 Humiliations

I remember years ago, I was presumed to be dead.

No, this isn’t the beginning of another work of fiction. It’s actually the truth. And based on the pulse I’m feeling in my neck right now, I can happily report that it was only a rumor.

If I recall correctly, somebody put a posting or status update of some sort on an ABDL site that probably doesn’t exist anymore. And this rumor would spread like wild fire until it reached FetLife and I suddenly began to receive messages left-n-right.

So I got onto a number of sites, hunted the postings down and typed my miraculous return from the dead. My fingers were cramped by the time I finished. Like a dummy, I never thought to cut-n-paste the messages. But hey, give me a break. I had only returned from the grave a few minutes prior!

After having reincarnated, I began to read what people wrote when they thought I was dead. And I was quite touched by a lot of it. I remember one person even linked to the youtube version of the Michael Jackson song “Gone Too Soon”.

Though I wasn’t dead, it was a once-in-a-lifetime view at how I might be remembered when my days are done.

Yesterday, I received an email from a girl named Lottie. She wished me a happy birthday and then gave me a present. It was of a song she had written, recorded and sung. No, she hadn’t written it for me. But instead, she had written it for herself, about herself and about the wishes within her little heart.

It was actually her birthday, too.

The song is very sweet and very gentle, yet it speaks with a powerful depth of passion.

Out of the kindness of her little heart, she shared it with me … the greatest birthday present imaginable – one that was created with pure emotion and love.

Some birthday presents are bought with money.
Some are bought with intentions of getting something back.

But then there are those gifts that are made by hand.
Those gifts that are built with love.
Those that look to make others happy.

Lottie is one of those people who gives from the one place that knows nothing but love … her heart.

With her permission, I share her song with you now.

Thank you, Lottie, for the greatest birthday present I could’ve received.

Blessings to you, BabyGirl.

25 Humiliations

Every now and then, I make reference to the question: “What Does A Daddy Get From the Dynamic?” I’ve seen this question pop up on a quite a few sites and I’ve received this question in emails and private messages. And I’ve done my best to answer it. But it doesn’t seem to matter how many times it’s stated, the answers given are often hard for a BabyGirl to understand. Perhaps the only way to know what a Daddy gets from it is to be a Daddy – just the same as the only way to understand what a BabyGirl gets from it is to be a BabyGirl.

It’s frustrated me a bit that, though I find it easy to write, I just simply can’t find an all-encompassing answer to this question. So what I’ve decided to do is create a series of on-going blog entries, until I have fully answered the question.

This is the second entry and each entry will detail a small little “something” that I’ve gotten from my time as a Daddy. But these are only my answers, my opinions and what I get from the dynamic. It may differ for others and that’s the beauty of it. Much like Age Play and ABDL itself, it is as individual as we are.

So the fifth entry I will entitle as: “Future Memories”.

I’ve mentioned before that I was one of those ABDLers who made the initial discovery of age play online. It was October of 1998 when I did an online search on this up-n-coming thing called Internet. Back then, if you didn’t type in the “www.” at the beginning of the URL, you didn’t get to website you were trying to.

The results that popped up for a search I made of the words “Diaper Love” were very sparse. There really wasn’t much that showed up on searches. Yes, some of the ABDL sites existed and had been up-n-running. But they weren’t showing up on search engines. The “Yet Another Hierarchical Officious Oracle” search engine, known more familiarly as Yahoo, was only about three years old. And Google was only about a year and a half old.

They hadn’t yet achieved the mastery of producing search results that they would later figure out. But of the results that actually did appear, one took me to an ABDL message board where postings and stories were kept on the subject.

After I recovered from the shock of realizing that there actually was an age play world and that I wasn’t alone in it, I read one of the stories. And once I got done reading the stories, I started looking for pictures. Some of the first images I saw were what were known as “pasties” – a fake diaper superimposed on top of another picture to make the image of a BabyGirl.

And keep in mind that DiaperedOnline did exist back then, but it was in an earlier version. There wasn’t any ABDreams yet nor FLBabyGirls nor Pampered Penny nor NaughtyDiaperGirls nor Aunt Elli’s nor a lot of the picture sites that now exist.

So DiaperedOnline became a site I frequented along with AdultBabySource. And the reason why I frequented these sites was because they matched the fantasy for me.

Soon I would find other message boards, websites, communities, etc. And they all implanted in me memories of things that hadn’t even happened in my life yet. For as strange as that sounds, it was very much the case. And I got to know those memories so well that I could put details to them.

They were fantasies, but they weren’t yet reality.

So how does this apply to what a Daddy gets from the dynamic?

Enter “Future Memories”.

Fantasy – (fan•ta•sy) (ˈfan(t)əsē/)

noun
1. the faculty or activity of imagining things, especially things that are impossible or improbable.
a fanciful mental image, typically one on which a person dwells at length or repeatedly and which reflects their conscious or unconscious wishes.
2. a musical composition, free in form, typically involving variation on an existing work or the imaginative representation of a situation or story; a fantasia.
verb
1. imagine the occurrence of; fantasize about.

Definitions are always good to know, but practical application of them can often get lost in translation of so many words. It doesn’t mean that the definitions are wrong. It just means sometimes things are viewed the way we want to see them.

Fantasies are things you want to have happen. Eventually, they either do happen or they don’t. And there are a bazillion parameters that decide this. Often, when you fantasize, you see something and you are reminded of someone because of it.

I would begin to meet other ABDLers a few years down the road. Then I would meet a BabyGirl. Suddenly, those memories – produced by online searches of things that hadn’t even happened yet – flooded back into my head, my heart, my senses and my soul. And they happened.

In the fourth entry of this series: “Essence”, I wrote about how thoughts of someone and reminders of someone could be present in the first breeze you feel when walking out the front door. And that’s a good feeling indeed. Often, it comes from a connection you have with someone where they feel needed, cherished and loved by you. And you, you know that what you have to offer her actually meets her needs and makes her happy.

Then you find reminders of her all over the place because she’s on your mind and within every beat of your heart.

 I remember once walking through the one and only mall we have in Lancaster, PA. I came to a dead stop in front of one store window. And I saw an outfit that reminded me of someone. It wasn’t of a single person, but rather of the concept of several people. Instantly, I envisioned “her” in that outfit and then my mind moved backwards, envisioning how she got into the outfit. The length of that skirt, the flouncy move of that skirt and all the emotions of vulnerability she just might feel by being diapered while out-n-about in that outfit.

Then a storyline formed in my mind, detailing many other events that hadn’t even happened but lived very vividly in my imagination. But my, oh my. They did happen in the not-too-distant future.

No, I wouldn’t buy that outfit for “her”. But we would get her a similar one a short while down the road.

The point of all of this is that: not only do we, as Daddies, confront subtle reminders of her throughout each day – implanting thoughts of her in our minds. But those thoughts linger and grow. And before we know it, we just had a memory of her … from the future.

Imagine that: Someone who can travel to the forefront of your thoughts and then create fantasies that become realities.

Many people cross my mind each day, but very few are able to take my thoughts and make me do something with them.

But she could.

And to me, that’s another reason why the Daddy/BabyGirl connection is dynamic.

Every now and then, I make reference to the question: “What Does A Daddy Get From the Dynamic?” I’ve seen this question pop up on a quite a few sites and I’ve received this question in emails and private messages. And I’ve done my best to answer it. But it doesn’t seem to matter how many times it’s stated, the answers given are often hard for a BabyGirl to understand. Perhaps the only way to know what a Daddy gets from it is to be a Daddy – just the same as the only way to understand what a BabyGirl gets from it is to be a BabyGirl.

It’s frustrated me a bit that, though I find it easy to write, I just simply can’t find an all-encompassing answer to this question. So what I’ve decided to do is create a series of on-going blog entries, until I have fully answered the question.

This is the second entry and each entry will detail a small little “something” that I’ve gotten from my time as a Daddy. But these are only my answers, my opinions and what I get from the dynamic. It may differ for others and that’s the beauty of it. Much like Age Play and ABDL itself, it is as individual as we are.

So the fourth entry I will entitle as: “Essence”.

In the early days of the ABDL internet (the late 90’s, the early 2000’s), there were few sites that had drawn enough attention to bring in the masses. But the number of sites would grow and soon, little communities would pop up … like DiaperSpace – joining in with DailyDiapers and some of the others that had become mainstays. FetLife didn’t exist just yet, but it would soon be born as well.

And suddenly, long distance didn’t seem so long. Not only could you meet others online, but you could tell others of the people you had already met … namely, a partner you now called your own. You could leave caring messages on their profile and tell the world how much you loved them.

I began to see ABDL and Age Play couples do this sort of thing, flirting with one another online – openly and with affection. And what it displayed to me was how they were able to show the other person how much they were on the mind. They would do this in different locations and in different ways: on profile walls, in chat rooms, and in forums – to name just a few.

Nowadays, there are cell phones that are mini computers and being openly affectionate online is not only commonplace but also easy to do as you now have the internet at your fingertips at all times. But back then, it was uncommon and those who shared openly were showing another level of the connection in a very meaningful way.

So how does this apply to what a Daddy gets from the dynamic?

Enter “Essence”.

This one goes hand-in-hand with “Purpose” as thinking about her also gives you purpose. But I speak of thought separately because it can be often overlooked or taken for granted. A lot of times, we notice the visual things like actions and surprises. But sometimes we don’t pause to appreciate that those actions began as thoughts – at some point when you hear something on the TV or see something on your way to work or hear something said by someone – all scenarios that can make a Daddy think of her … his Essence.

Thoughts of her lead to more thoughts of her as a scent in the air brings her to the forefront. Those thoughts redirect a Daddy’s attention and instead of just going into a minit market to buy something ordinary like, say … Turkey Hill Iced Tea, that Daddy also buys a little glass bottle of the Frappuccino Mocha iced coffee because that’s what she likes. Or he gets a pack of Peanut M&Ms because he knows that it’s the first bit of comfort food that will make her night better once she gets home from work.

Little things like that then lead to bigger things, like planning out a day trip or making the night more pampering for all of her than just her bottom.

And suddenly, what happens is: That Daddy begins to do different things than what he would’ve done otherwise, had she not been on his mind. He becomes a different creature because of her. And without much ado, she becomes his essence.

Why? Because she matters to him and though life doesn’t always allow every moment to be spent on showing someone how much they mean to you, life can’t change the essence of your thoughts.

How to convey to a girl that she’s on your mind? Well, I suppose the best way to do that may always be open for debate. Saying it is good. But showing it is very good as well. And hopefully, somewhere in the middle, she will see in her Daddy’s eyes the essence she has become to him.

And to me, that’s another reason why the Daddy/BabyGirl connection is dynamic.

“Princess, Daddy has learned that sometimes he needs to do a much better job of explaining things to you because sometimes you do exactly what Daddy said for you to do,” her Daddy said, the BabyGirl nursing on her baby bottle as she looked up at him – very interested in what he was talking about.  “And while it’s good to do what Daddy tells you to do, it’s also good to understand why Daddy has asked you to do certain things.”

She stared up at him intently, still nursing on her bottle and listening as her Daddy continued his explanation.

“Yes, Daddy did say that you were the Best Little BabyGirl in the World and that everybody who meets you will love you.  And Yes, Daddy did say that when you take your pants off, things get much easier,” her Daddy continued, the BabyGirl enamored with all that he said.  “And Yes, Daddy did say that we would go to try out the little girl beds at the store to see if you liked any of them.”

Oh, she was mesmerized.  How wonderful her Daddy was.

“But Daddy didn’t mean that everybody you met needed to know that you were the Best Little BabyGirl in the World.  The point was that they would already know without you telling everyone that you were the Best Little BabyGirl in the World,” her Daddy said, trying hard not to smile at how adorable she was.  “However, it was very kind of you to tell everyone who you were.”

What a wonderful voice her Daddy had.

“But you weren’t wearing any pants when we came in here.  So instead, you took all your clothes off,” her Daddy said, giving up and smiling widely at her.  “And then you ran back here and climbed into the first little girl bed you found.”

Her Daddy knelt down next to her, the BabyGirl grinning innocently.  But he could tell she wasn’t put together the problem, though she was sitting in that bed in the back of the furniture store, wearing nothing but her diaper.  Thankfully, there was no one else in that store just then.  And thankfully, the employees at the front didn’t see her yank her dress up-n-off her frame before sprinting her crinkly diapered bottom back to the bed section.

“So, do you like the bed?” her Daddy asked, recognizing the things that mattered most to her.

She was happily lost in her own little world and there really wasn’t anything that would keep her from being The Best Little BabyGirl in the World.

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25 “Little Thoughts”