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“Penny.”  Knock-Knock-Knock

“What?!” Penny said, flinging her front door open to stop her neighbor from knocking.

Ooo.  He was so annoying sometimes, but was still such a nice guy.  She just wished he had control of his impulses.

“What are you doing?” her neighbor asked, eyeing up her outfit.

“I was getting ready for bed.  What do you need?” Penny answered.

“Why are you wearing a diaper?” her neighbor asked in his usual nosy manner, but this time, perplexed beyond usual belief.

Penny froze in place and if she had already nursed from her bottle, she probably would’ve wet herself from the embarrassment.  She had completely forgotten to cover up before she opened the door.

“No reason,” Penny said nonchalantly, trying to pass it off as nothing.

“Well …” her neighbor began, trying to decide if he was going to believe her or not.  “There has to be a reason.  It isn’t Halloween yet and you’re not pledging a sorority that I’m aware of.  So why are you wearing a diaper to bed?”

Penny shifted with a fidget of nervousness she couldn’t ignore, crinkling her hips as she bit her lower lip – trying to buy herself time to think of an excuse to give him.  Though he had spent many nights in her apartment, she always kept the BabyGirl stuff out of sight.

“Penny?” her neighbor asked, raising his left eyebrow.

Her little heart pounded and her little mind searched frantically for something to say.  She kept swallowing the lump in her throat but it kept coming back.

And then suddenly … the right thing to say came to her.

“Well,” Penny began, clearing her throat and looking left-n-right down the hallway before whispering to him.  “It’s my time of the month and I’m flowing heavily …”

Her neighbor cringed and then walked away rigidly.

“Never mind,” her neighbor called back to her.

“Sometimes I wake up and my bed sheets are …” Penny called to him, smiling at his retreat.

“I don’t care,” her neighbor said as he got out his door keys.

“By the way, do you still want to put your laundry in with mine tomorrow?” she asked him, grinning from ear-to-ear as he fumbled to unlock his apartment door.

“Nope. Thanks anyway,” he said, quickly unlocking his door and walking in.

Penny shut her door and leaned back against it, gracefully melting down to the floor as her heartbeat began to slow its galloping pace.  Oh my, that was embarrassing.  But wow, what fantasies it would bring her.

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25 “Priceless Moments”

“Here we go, Teddy,” the BabyGirl said with excitement, sitting down next to her teddy bear on the dock.  “All we have to do is jump in and we can swim out the horizon.”

“Why would you wanna do that?” her teddy bear asked.

“Because I know that my Daddy is out there somewhere, beyond that horizon,” she said.  “That’s why I can’t see him, but I’m ready.  I’ve got all I need in this little green box to be his BabyGirl forever.  And I’ve got you, my favorite teddy bear and my best friend since the day I was born.”

“I can’t go with you,” the teddy bear said sadly.  “I’m so old that my stitches would give way if I get water-logged.  But I want you go.  I want you to meet your Daddy.  I have been well-loved and that’s because of you.  Now, it’s time for you to go and find him.”

The BabyGirl looked out to the horizon, to that place where she knew her Daddy was waiting for her and then she looked back to her teddy bear, sitting there on the dock and being so selfless in continuing to want nothing more than for her to be happy.

“No, Teddy,” the BabyGirl said.  “I’m not going to give up what I have in order to go after something I want.  But it’s actually a lot simpler to have both than what I thought.”

“What do you mean?” her teddy bear asked as she laid down next to him on the dock.

“I know there are Daddies out there who are perfect for me,”  she said.  “But if there is a Daddy who I am perfect for, then he’ll be looking for me as well.  Perhaps someday, we’ll meet in the middle.  And I’ll put you on my back so that when I swim out to him, you’ll stay dry.  Until that day, it’s just you and me.”

If her teddy bear had had tear ducts, he would’ve been bawling by then.  But instead, he asked another burning question.

“BabyGirl, what’s in that little green box?” he asked.

“Pacifiers,” she said, suddenly pointing across the water.  “Look!  A shiny object.”

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25 “Little Thoughts”

Some book links on my site are temporarily unavailable and with any hope, they will only ever be temporarily unavailable.

If you haven’t seen any articles about the current ebook situation, the summary of the main issue is:  Ebook selling sites like Amazon.com and Kobobooks.com (for random examples) do not have active filters in place to keep adult content books from becoming visible to anyone who does searches on these sites, including minors.

While I have no control over how Amazon.com or Kobobooks.com filters their adult content, I recognize the concerns.  Unfortunately, my author name has come into the mix because of the following article:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2456651/WHSmiths-vile-trade-online-rape-porn-Bookseller-apologises-sales-sick-ebooks-revealed.html

My books have been brought into question because the word “Daddy” was used in a general search on WHSmith.com.

Namely, Kobo Books (who are the ebook providers for WHSmith.com) has deleted Zorro Daddy completely, a presumable thanks to my name appearing in the above link.  But Amazon also deleted a handful of my books as well.  For the time being, as these sites decide what they will be selling and how they will handle the responsibility of having adult content on their sites, I won’t be removing any of the dead links as this story continues to spiral in directions that can’t be predicted.

Smashwords.com is, thus far, unaffected by this and provides links for ebooks in all formats available (including Kindle).

Rest assured, I will continue to write my stories.  But I felt it necessary to explain why some of the links on this site are suddenly dead … temporarily.  (Crossing fingers.)

“Daddy, I know you told me dat I’m jus’ a yittle girl,” the BabyGirl said as her Daddy walked into the bathroom to find her sitting on the toilet.  “An’ I know dat I’m so yittle dat I need a baby diaper. But I kept seein’ da potty in here an’ I jus’ wanted to know what it felt like to be a Big girl.”

Her Daddy smiled, recognizing her simple curiosity.

“An’ I know dat I don’t wanna be a Big Girl a’cuz I love you an’ I wanna be your baby forever,” the BabyGirl said, lowering her chin as she gently grunted.

Her Daddy smiled brightly at what she was trying to find the words to say.  She had often remarked that when she became his BabyGirl she could finally open up and be herself.

“I hope you’re not upset a’cuz I’m usin’ da potty like a Big Girl,” the BabyGirl said with a tremble to her voice.  “I just wanted to know what it felt like to go potty … on da potty.”

She giggled at herself and started rocking back and forth.  Her Daddy knelt down beside her and placed his hand on her right thigh.

“Daddy isn’t upset at all, BabyGirl.  And you don’t need to hide things from me.  You were curious and you just wanted to know what it felt like,” her Daddy said sweetly and he looked down at her waist to see that she hadn’t taken her diaper off before she took a seat.  “I think you’re doing a wonderful job of playing Big Girl.”

“Thank you for understanding, Daddy,” the BabyGirl said, grunting again as she finished going potty.  “What do Big Girls do when they’re done going potty?”

Her Daddy smiled again, not knowing how to answer since she would need a rather extensive diaper change at this point.

“Well,” he began, helping her stand up from the toilet seat.  “Sometimes, they just hop right in the bath tub.”

“I can see why they’d do dat,” the BabyGirl said, waddling over to her Daddy who sat on the edge of tub and began to draw her bath water.  “But what’s the toilet paper for?”

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25 “Priceless Moments”

“Are you almost done, Daddy?” the BabyGirl asked, beginning to feel a cramp forming in her right hamstring from the way she was standing.

“Almost, Princess.  Just a few more seconds.  Hold still,” her Daddy said, quickly trying to finish up his sketching of her.

She smiled brightly, closing her eyes and thinking back to how patience had been a Heaven-sent blessing in her life so many times before.  At one point, she was incapable of waiting on anything, too nervous and too high-strung to even stand still.  But having made quick decision in haste before, she decided that when she met her Daddy, finally and at long last, she was going to be patient.

Good things come to those who wait.  And now as a BabyGirl of an artist Daddy, she had learned the virtue of a good pose – bringing truth to the cliche.  Though she had learned to wait, she would never be a BabyGirl-in-Waiting.

And all it took was a little patience.

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25 “Little Thoughts”

The night her Daddy met her, he knew it would be for the rest of their lives.  And upon first sight, he could see she was the other half of something he not only believed of himself but only of one other person – her.

They didn’t meet online, nor did they bump into each other at the supermarket.  Instead, they were set up, blindly, by a mutual friend who could see that they were both perfect for each other.

He didn’t believe his heart would ever beat again, having had and lost the dynamic previously.  And she didn’t believe there was anyone in the world who could understand her or what she needed.  So their first meeting wasn’t just a blind date.  It was also blind-hearted.

And because he walked in expecting nothing and because she crawled in expecting even less than him, they proved their mutual friend’s beliefs right.  They were a perfect match.

His heart would start beating before long and she would learn to believe in others just as quickly.  But it was their blind-hearted beginning that kept them free from starting at the end of yesterdays that couldn’t see tomorrows.

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25 “Priceless Moments”

When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. -Lao Tzu

She didn’t have trouble accepting that she had bisexual feelings.

She didn’t have trouble accepting that she sometimes followed her impulses without thinking things through first.

She didn’t have trouble with accepting that she had urges she couldn’t explain and that she had a series of events in her past that had defined her present moment – some that were wonderful memories and some that still gave her nightmares.

But it wasn’t until she put it all together that she could let it all go.  Pursuing an impulse of bisexual feelings that could lead to cherished memories or frightful reminders, she found a vulnerability in the most comfortable, yet strangest of places – in a nursery, an adult nursery with a woman she called “Mommy”.

Many would judge her for being too quirky, too strange, too flighty, too flaky and too much to handle with too much baggage to carry.  But it was this woman who told her to “let it all go”.

And that she did.

Being dressed for a nap, in nothing but her diaper, the BabyGirl had let it all go and was a few diaper tapes away from becoming everything she could and wanted to be.

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She didn’t have the money needed to build a Princess castle for herself.

She didn’t have the opportunities she dreamed about having.

She didn’t have the self-esteem she wished she had to be a go-getter and to make things happen out of nothing.

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25 “Little Thoughts”

Kylie was the kind of girl who doubted everything she did, every emotion she felt, every dream she had and every decision she made.

But she was the sweetest girl you would ever meet.  And within her heart, she had a sweetness greater than what she could ever show on the outside.  It was a sweetness of genuine, pure love.  And her greatest dream was to open her heart and touch every living thing with that love.  Being so overbearingly insecure and having no self-esteem at all, it seemed unlikely she would ever live her life to the extent of her heart.

That was before she met Margaret, an older woman who not only recognized the familiarity of the Kylie’s shyness but also could see exactly what she needed.

It was very simple:  Kylie needed to be taken by the hand and shown the way.  And since Kylie had met Margaret on a website for people with secrets, she knew she would never have to reveal the littlest secret she kept harbored inside her, wrapped in a security blanket of her own love.

Kylie used to be a girl without direction and without hope.  Now, she was a BabyGirl, surrounded with a love that she recognized.  It took her a little while to embrace the thought that being vulnerable was okay.  That was a challenge Margaret helped her to face.

But that was all done now.

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“Oh, Hi Daddy!  I didn’t know you were awake, but it’s a really good thing dat you woke up,” the BabyGirl mumbled behind her pacifier as she slowly closed her thighs.  “I know dat it’s early-o-clock in da mornin’ an’ dat I’m not in my crib an’ dat I don’t have my diaper on.  But I’m gonna explain what happened.  An’ dis may seem crazy to believe – especially since you just woke up, but trust me – it wasn’t easy for me either when I came in here an’ saw what I sawed.”

The BabyGirl shifted on the chair in his office before continuing.  Her Daddy just stood there and smiled as she began another tale of little thoughts.

“I was sleepin’ like a baby, cuz you always tell me to sleep like a baby.  But den I heared dis horrible noise in your office.  An’ I thought to myself: Oh, no!  What’s goin’ on in Daddy’s office?  So I got up on my knees an’ carefully lowered de side of my crib an’ got out an’ crawled out of de nursery an’ down de hall to your office,”  she continued, pausing again to collect her little thoughts.  “An’ when I crawled in, I couldn’t believe what I was seein’.  Sittin’ here in dis chair, Mr. Whiskers was looking at porn.  Yeah!  I was like No Way!  But Yes Way, Daddy!”

The BabyGirl paused again, shifting in the chair once more as she nursed a few times on her pacifier before continuing.

“An’ dis is de really important part …  I think Mr. Whiskers has a diaper fetish.  Look at de website Mr. Whiskers was on!” she mumbled pointing to the screen.  “What I’m trying to say is … Daddy, you need to have a serious talking with our kitty cat …“

“Well, I will certainly talk with Mr. Whiskers about that,” her Daddy said, turning the computer off and picking her up into his arms as he carried her out of his office and back down the hall towards her nursery.  “But I’m curious about one thing still.”

“Well, it’s good that you admitted to that,” the BabyGirl said as he stopped at her nursery door and looked at her with a grin.  “What is dat one thing dat your curious about still?  Maybe I can help you figure it out.”

“What happened to your diaper?” her Daddy asked.

The BabyGirl’s eyes grew big and wide and she nursed frantically on her pacifer for a few seconds.

“Okay, Daddy.  You’re not going to believe this, but you gotta trust me …,” she said as he carried her into her nursery.

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25 “Little Thoughts”

Rachel had a lot to be thankful for.  She had a solid, supportive upbringing from parents who loved her and even paid her college education so she wouldn’t have loan payments afterwards.  They loved her nearly and dearly and always supported her in every endeavor of her life.

But college not only gave her a Bachelor’s degree.  It also gave her an Mr. Degree – as in Mister … or the guy she would fall in love with and marry.

His name was Gary and he quickly excelled in his chosen field, making their marriage happen a lot quicker than they planned for it to.  But his job put him on the road a lot for business trips.  And on the nights he was away, Rachel would explore the secrets of herself that she was too embarrassed to ever reveal to him.

Years ago, she caught a Jerry Springer episode about age play.  And with the internet at her fingertips, she researched it, discovering that it was exactly what she wanted and had always known was a part of her.  So, secretively, she explored age play by herself whenever the opportunity presented itself, particularly the kind that included humiliation, being forced to be a baby and of course, that crinkly diaper thing.

But when Gary came home early one night from a business trip, he found her in their bedroom, dressed as a baby and waddling along in her diaper.  Gary forced her to confess and so many things about her sudden made to him, especially the reason why she always called him Daddy when in bed, but also why she called him Daddy wherever they went and freely, as if not caring who heard her call him that name. 

Instantly, he started taking pictures of her, declaring that her fantasies would become their fantasies.  There was no way he was going to overlook this, especially not since she enjoyed it so much.  For as shy as she was about it suddenly, she would learn to accept that her secret was now out and before long she would embrace a more submissive outlook on life and on her marriage.

Oh, this changed everything!

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Her Daddy always gave her bear hugs so big that she felt very little.  And she always returned to him the same sentiment, giving him such wonderful little girl hugs that he felt big.

She & her Daddy matched each other perfectly and when embracing, the top of her head fit right under his chin – as if they were made to go together.  

She practiced her little girl hug on her big teddy bear all day long, waiting for that moment when her Daddy walked in the front door – home from work so she could crinkle her sprinted waddle up to him and run into his embrace.

To her, the biggest thing about being little was that she knew she would always be his BabyGirl and he would always be her Daddy.

And she always basked in the thought that, not only did they go together physically, but her little heart was big on love and his big heart never forgot the little things that mattered the most.

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I’ve lost track of the number of times that my little girl has asked:

“Daddy, does this mean I can have a pony?”

She often asks me this question when in the midst of a conversation that has nothing to do with a pony or a present of any kind.

Sometimes I’ll say things like:  “Princess, I just couldn’t get to sleep last night no matter what I tried.”  or  “Wow, there is one heck of a rainstorm coming down outside.”

And every time, her response is the same:

“Daddy, does this mean I can have a pony?”

My response back to her is always:  “Yes, Princess.  This means you can have a pony.”

How can anyone deny such a simple request?

I know I can’t deny her.  And every time she asked me that question, I was serious when I said yes.  And I knew the exact pony she was talking about.

Every time we go to the Big City, we always go to that enormous Toys-R-Us in the center of it all.  On the third floor of that toy store is a rack of enormous pony stuffies, including the pink one she always picks up and hugs when she’s there.

Recently, she told me that during her last visit to that store with some friends, she was heartbroken to see that they had taken those ponies away.  They must’ve known that those ponies were needed at the Toys-R-Us in Lancaster, PA.

I decided for her upcoming birthday, I was going to make good on that promise.

Yes. Princess.  You can have a pony.

If you’re reading this right after it is posted (9 a.m.), chances are she will already be hugging her big pink pony – exactly as she did last year in the picture above.

Happy Birthday, Princess.  Daddy loves you.

Cheryl had never given anything in life a half-effort.  She had always attacked everything with a sledge-hammer of determination.

So when she met her Daddy and embraced being his BabyGirl, she sought the full experience and nothing less.  And when she begged her Daddy to make her feel completely helpless, he obliged her with a passion that made clear to her how much he was going to enjoy the experience himself.

He physically exhausted her all afternoon, bringing her to a climax point again and again but never allowing her orgasm to arrive.  And when she reached complete frustration, he tied her to the bed – belly down as he took his leather belt to her bottom and the back of her thighs.  And when she was numb from the pain, he turned her over and filled her with an enema – kept in with a rather sizable anal plug.  Greasing her well between her legs, he inserted that remote control vibrating egg between the lips of her outer labia and into her canal.

Diapering her, he carried her out to the dining room and tied her to the dinner table before he opened the curtains and used his remote to start the egg vibrations.  And as she began to climb to the summit again, she looked out the window, wondering when someone would walk by and see her.  He reached into the back of her diaper and removed the anal plug, forcing her to clench her bottom cheeks together while her lower back began to arch from the coming orgasm. 

She whimpered in pleasure and in pain as her Daddy turned the vibrations up to the full setting.

Oh, how helpless the feeling …

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