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here is a story about what Gabriel and Gina did that first night, once they finally got unpacked. 

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(Start with “Leaving the Atlantic”)

Wallflowers and Table Tops –

Gabriel and Gina stood perfectly still, for the first time since they set foot in their new house.  Looking around, they both took in the same deep breath simultaneously and exhaled at the accomplishment of being fully moved.  He leaned up against to the entryway between the kitchen and the living room.  She kicked off her sandals and pressed herself against his chest and wrapped her arms around him, resting her face on his sternum and listening to his heartbeat.  

His left hand trailed down her back, over-n-under skirt and onto her diapered bottom as he patted her gently.  Her tummyflies began fluttering and she tingled all over.  Her shoulders shrunk up and had she not been pressed against him, her chin would have lowered with shyness. 

Sensing her affected new composure, he took the pacifier (still attached to her shirt with that clip and string) and touched it to her bottom lip.  She opened her mouth and took the rubber nipple between her teeth, looking up at him with a gaze that shone brilliantly of littleness and want.

And that was when it all began.

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On Sunday, September 28th, I walked into one of the upper level entryways at Arrowhead Stadium in Kansas City, Missouri to see my beloved Kansas City Chiefs play the Denver Broncos.  I refer to that day as “Arriving at the Mecca”.  I was at a point in life that had many options, many avenues open.  The sky was the limit and for the first time in life, I controlled my own destiny.  It was an incredible feeling to have journeyed and succeeded.

The first reaction to success is often a sense of relief.  That which you have been pursuing has been attained.  I waited to post this until after December 21st, 2012, just to make sure that the Mayans weren’t right.  I don’t do this to make fun of them that the world didn’t end yesterday.  In a sense, they weren’t exactly unsuccessful in their efforts.

Like a lot of other people, I paused to think “What if it had happened?”.  Would I have been prepared for the end?  And would I have been able to say that I accomplished everything I wanted to?

Last week, my website crossed over its 250,000th view.  I paused then, as well, to think if I had accomplished everything I could’ve.  A few days ago, I reached the original milestone I had set for myself when I began the website on July 18th of last year.  It wasn’t for a view count or a book total.  It was far more personal than that and for that reason, I don’t know as I’ll ever mention what it was.  I no longer need to even think about it because it is now completely in the past … where it belongs.

But milestones are rarely reached without the help of others and I never forget to say thank you.

Happy Holidays, Thank You for 250,000 opportunities to succeed and Thank You to the Mayans for at least making us aware of the past just long enough to know what to do in the future.

Blessings,

Zorro Daddy

In case you were wondering, here is the final score of that game between the Chiefs and the Broncos:

I love you, Espy.

She sat in the tub and got scrubbed

25 “Precious Pacifiers”

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here is a story about the greatest balance in life – the one which draws a line between want and need.

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“Leaving the Atlantic”

Gina squealed with delight as she and Gabriel sped down the Atlantic City Expressway, heading away from a weekend of gambling which had yielded them 100 thousand dollars.  She unbuckled herself and stood up on the console between the two front seats of his car, sticking the top half of her body up and out of the sunroof.  She placed her hands flat on the top of the roof and spread her fingers out.  Closing her eyes, she felt the sun on her face and the wind rushing through her hair.  Turning around she looked back at the ever-diminishing town-that-Trump-had-built. This was how she greeted the expressway on the way in and it was how she wanted to see it go.

Gabriel reached up under her skirt and pinched the back of her right thigh.  She twitched from the pinch and climbed back inside the car.  Kicking her shoes off, she leaned her seat back and put her bare feet up on the dashboard.  Closing her eyes again, she relived the weekend’s events. 
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The little angel opened her eyes, squinting them quickly from the daylight and curling up her limbs just to stretch them out and yawn.

Her wake-up routine was always the same and it was as adorable as could be, melting her Daddy’s heart each time.

“Good morning, Princess,” she her the timbre of her Daddy’s voice say – melting her heart right back and starting her day off the right way with a fluttering of tummyflies.

“Good morning, Daddy,” she whispered in a small voice as she turned from her tummy onto her back.

Her heart started racing at the first sight of him that day.  And her little heart never seemed to diminish the effect of first sight – whether it was of love or love for a lifetime. 

“Did you sleep well?” he said, leaning in and kissing her forehead.

“Mm-hmm,” she mumbled quietly, thinking back on the vision of her mind in the past few hours. 

Memories of her time with him were especially endearing.  Though they didn’t get much time to see each other and though they often went several weeks without being able to be with each other, the time they did have was the stuff that dreams were made of.  Particularly, the stuff that her dreams were made of.

She would tell him of her dreams and then together, they would make her dreams come true.

“Daddy, I had the most wonderful dream last night …” she began as he unfastened her diaper tapes.

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What a wonderful day it had been and exactly what she had needed. 

It had been a long week.  And even though she trudged through an endless stack of papers at work each day before hopping on the subway to get to her night classes by 6pm and then exhausting herself with studies before dropping into bed at midnight, just to get up and do it all again the next day – None of that seemed to bother at the moment. 

Saturdays were Daddy-n-Me days and his arrival at noon made the work week worth every minute that it gave her to think about him.  Each night, as she collapsed into bed at midnight, she knew her exhaustion would quickly lead her into another dream about him.  He was her last thought before she went to sleep.

Last night, however, he wasn’t her last thought, but rather, the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes – drifting off into dreamland from within the cradle of his arms.  And now, on this beautiful Sunday morning, her first thought after waking up was of him and how he had managed to give her a morning bath without waking her up.

Perhaps she would just keep him as the first and last thoughts of each day and night.  Leaving the secrets of his magic as a mystery was more than she’d ever know.  And while shifting her hips a crinkly, morning stretch – that suited her little heart just fine.

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The BabyGirl was so excited to get into the pool her Daddy could hardly keep hold of her long enough to get the swimsuit and arm floaties on her before she raced out onto the back deck and down the pool steps into the water.

She had always wanted a pool of her own.  So, when her Daddy said that her birthday present that summer would be a backyard pool, she created a Thank You, Daddy.  I Love You diary, filling each line of each page with those words and handing it to him on his birthday, just a week ago.

But she was so excited to get in the pool for the first time that she quickly answered all of his time-delaying questions with a simple “nope”.  In early June, however, the heat of the summer would sometimes still be a few weeks away and therefore, the days of chilly pool water would not have passed just yet.

Getting into that pool water was a bit shocking and placing her hand on her diapered bottom, she looked back at her Daddy with a simple confession to make.

“Daddy, this may be a bad time to tell you, but …” she began as an innocent grin covered her eyes and cheeks.  “I think I did have to go potty, after all.”

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The Princess might well have thought herself to be in a dream instead of a lifetime.  The Daddy she knew she was born to meet and fall in love with was now the man she’d soon marry.  And her best friend, Sweetie, was also a BabyGirl and she loved spending her days with Sweetie as her Daddy went off to work.

Being babysat by Sweetie’s Mommy was a slice of Heaven since her Mommy knew how to make the yummiest lunches and would put both of the BabyGirls in high chairs for the meal.

But on this day, the Princess had a moment of oopsy she would never forget.

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“I don’t know what happened to the rest of the sketties, Daddy.  I can’t figure it out.  I was eating them and then they were gone!” she said with a fuss so convincing that he believed her.

“It’s okay, Baby.  Tell Daddy what you remember,” he said softly, less concerned with where she had dropped the bowl of spaghetti than the fact that she looked like she was about to start crying.

“Um … well,” she started, swallowing the lump in her throat as she collected her thoughts and tried to remember.  “You put the sketties in my bowl an’ I counted ’em all to make sure I knew how many there were so’s I wouldn’t lose any of ’em.”

“Did you actually count them?” her Daddy asked with surprise.

“Uh-Huh!” she responded cheerfully.

“How many were there?” he asked with a grin on his face.

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She washed the breakfast plate off while thinking back on the events of the past 12 hours.  And her conclusion was that this was exactly where she wanted to be.  But how she arrived at that conclusion was a journey.

Last night might’ve been one of the most wonderful nights of her life, but for reasons that made the word wonderful seem strange in this context.  It wasn’t for the sex or the fantasies or the eventual euphoria she felt.  But rather, that she had a series of nightmares which kept waking her up.  It put a damper on that  Friday night and was no way to start a weekend with her Daddy.

But though the memories of last night were horrible, it was the constant care her Daddy gave her that enabled her to get through it and to get at least some rest in the abbreviated naps she would take in his arms – each one ending with another startling nightmare which jolted her awake.

Her Daddy had just finished a 60-hour work week, and despite his exhausted state, bathed her of the cold sweat she initial awoke in, bottle fed her and held her in his arms so she would feel the safety & comfort she needed to try to sleep again.

And now on this Saturday morning, she washed off the breakfast plate he had made blueberry pancakes on – her favorite breakfast food.  She smiled brightly behind her pacifier, hearing her Daddy’s snoring from the living room.  And as her thoughts returned to reflections, she realized that he had sacrificed much needed sleep to guide her through a night of fear and helplessness that crushed her little heart.

She placed the plate in the sink and returned to her Daddy in the living room, curling up next to him and pulling an afghan blanket over both of them.  She nestled up against his chest and, though fast-asleep, he wrapped his arms around her and enveloped her frame.

Only the golden heart of a Daddy would’ve cared so much as to give her all he had to make her feel better.  And spending a lifetime with someone like that was definitely where she wanted to be.

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The Princess kicked the grill of her car in frustration.  Why?  Why did this have to happen now?  All she wanted to do was get there.

She had been a Big girl all week, doing the job thing and being responsible, but it was Friday afternoon and her weekend had begun. 

Missing her Daddy horribly, she packed a small bag of the essentials any girl wouldn’t want to be without – no matter where she went.  And she hopped in her car, speeding down the open road on a trip to her Daddy’s house.  It was supposed to be a surprise visit  and she had planned on getting to his place before him so she could be lying in the middle of his bed when he got home – nursing on her pacifier and wearing nothing but her diaper.

Instead, she was leaning up against the drawn hood of her car, wondering why it had overheated yet again.  Tears came to her eyes and she sulked at her situation.  All she wanted to do was make him happy, to catch him off guard for once and to surprise him.  The heat of late afternoon added in to the meltdown she was about to have.  But then she remembered something he once said …

“Princess,” she remembered hearing him say with that deep soothing timbre that owned her heart.  “Nothing is impossible to fix.  You simple need to close your eyes, take a deep breath and focus on what you need.  If you do that, the answer will present itself.”

She closed her eyes and followed the directions her Daddy had given her when faced with a problem.  And when she opened her eyes, she remembered that a car which was overheating could still be driven with caution, if she turned the heater on full blast and put the windows down.

She got back in the car and cranked up the heater, realizing she would be a sweaty mess when she got to him.  She started down the road again, checking her gauges and seeing the engine temperature drop.

She was gonna make it there, after all.  And all because she remembered something he once said.

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Olivia reflected on the  unforgettable night which now was coming to an end.

It was 10 pm and she had just finished dressing herself for bedtime.  Standing before her Mommy, the memories of the night still coursed through her mind.  It had been everything she had hoped it would be.  But she would never remember it as something.  She would always remember it as a collection of nothings that couldn’t even be compared to each other:

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Life can deal us a rather strange hand sometimes.  And as we reshuffle the order of the cards we hold – putting the aces in their places, matching up the Kings & Queens, putting suits together and trying to remember that deuces are wild, we may take a moment to reflect on how unlikely it will be that we find a royal flush or a full house.

Instead, what we find are odd matchings which may seem uncommon, but in actuality – are exactly what we’re looking for and what we need to play that hand and let the cards fall as they may.

Perhaps ABDL, BDSM and an endless list of other off-the-beaten path interests may make us out to be a bit more uncommon than how we would like to be seen.  But the flavor of ice cream we enjoy the most always gives us the initial bid and ante we need to look around the room and see who else just might be eating the same flavor.

And as we play our hand, we find others along the way that share with us the same things we never thought we would match up with anyone else.  The people we remain close to in life are the ones who make us feel better about ourselves.  They become our friends, partners, BFFs and in given situations, will have something uncommon in common.

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“Daddy, I dreamed about a butterfly last night,” the BabyGirl said as her Daddy lifted her out of the tub from her morning bath.

“You did?” he asked, wrapping a towel around her and setting her on his knee to dry her off.

“Yes,” she nodded with a little girl’s tone in her voice. “Everything was really, really bright.  An’ da butterfly came in through da window.  So I stood up on da bed.  I know you told me never to stand on my bed, Daddy.  I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Princess,” her Daddy said with a grin to her innocence.  “What happened next?”

“Well, I lifted my hand up an’ da butterfly landed on my fingers,” she said as her Daddy lifted her up, swaddled in the towel as he carried her to her nursery. “It landed there an’ slowly flapped its wings.  Like dis.”

She stretched her arms out and flapped them as her Daddy placed her on her changing table and unswaddled her from the towel.

“Do you know what that means, Angel?” her Daddy asked as he took a diaper from the shelves beneath her.

“What?” she asked, tilting her head to the side in wonder.

“Butterflies that enter your room are telling you someone who loves you is coming to see you,” her Daddy said, raising her legs and bottom up to slide the diaper underneath her.  “And when a butterfly lands on you, it means you have good luck.”

The BabyGirl’s eyes grew mesmerized with the tale her Daddy was telling.  And her littleness grew within her as he took powder to her bottom and then her front before lowering her tooshy into the diaper.

“And tummyflies are those good feelings inside you,” he continued, bringing the front of her diaper up and into place flapping the edges like butterfly wings before he fastened the tapes at her hips.

She giggled at his sillyness, squirming a little at the tummyflies that he had just placed inside her to flutter her with littleness. 

“But I think beyond everything else, that butterfly knew how wonderful you are and wanted to be your friend,” he said, patting her diapered bottom before lifting her up into his arms and carrying her to the high chair in the kitchen for breakfast. “And it was saying hello to you by flapping its wings.”

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