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Patting a Diapered Bottom

It almost seems like it should happen automatically.  Right after the diaper goes on, a pat from the hand to her freshly diapered bottom.  It’s a simple motion, easily repeatable in practically any location.  But for as simple as it is, the meaning behind patting a diapered bottom has multiple definitions and multiple reasons.

Primarily, it could be stated that patting a diapered bottom is a non-verbal way to show approval as praise for having done something she was supposed to do.

But that’s a very textbook explanation and there are ways to convey what it means with a bit more humanity.

Let’s see …

When she has been a good girl and has behaved herself, she will be patted on the bottom.
It can be a part of every hug she receives or just a quick gesture to let her know she is loved and someone is proud of her.

When she needs a bit of encouragement to get something done, she will be patted on the bottom.
It’s a gentle way to push her forward and get her to overcome her hesitancies.

But there’s also the reason to simply reminder her that she is a BabyGirl … your BabyGirl. 
And the diaper will always be there to remind her of this.

Patting a diapered bottom is also a way to calm a BabyGirl who is upset or feeling insecure or who just needs a little extra attention at that moment.
For this reason, it becomes something she needs, as opposed to just something she receives occasionally.

It serves as the perfect coupler to the forehead kiss when putting her to bed for the night. 
Laying her on her tummy, pecking her temple and then patting the seat of her diaper become the last interactions she has with her Daddy before she enters into dreamland.

There are even not-so-innocent reasons:

The diaper pat is also playful, the perfect action of foreplay before the foreplay begins.
Especially while you whisper things in her ear that only she is to hear.

The swift strike to a diapered bottom (aka The Hard Pat)
The bottom is a striking zone that has erotic appeal.  The rush of endorphins as well as the rush of blood to the pelvic region and all those physical scientific explanations lead the way in laying proof to the sexual merits of a spanking.  For someone like myself, who just simply can’t fathom striking a female (for sexual reasons or otherwise), I could never spank her.  But if she is in a diaper, then a spanking is possible as it removes the element of pain but maintains the sentiment.  It becomes a warning to her that there is disapproval for what she is doing or not doing, saying or not saying.

But the mechanics of a good diaper pat can vary as well.

There is the placement of the pat squarely across the center of both cheeks.  This one has a lot to do with the position she is in.

There is the underside cupping of the diaper during a pat.  This one is more readily used as the average male is taller than the average female. And cupping upward is natural from a higher position.  It also is perfect if she is kneeling in some way.

It becomes an obsession for her.  And for a daddy, it can become an obsession to0.

Then there’s the sound, which can have just as much of an effect of her as the action itself.

And I would mostly certainly be remiss if I ended this posting without mentioning how the diaper pat is a way to check her diaper for wetness or more.  So, it has practical use while combining it with any chosen scenario listed above or perhaps from a scenario I didn’t list above.

And that is when the sound of the diaper pat takes on multiple meanings.

– When a diaper is fresh and new, it will have a flat sound, the inner materials not having been shifted or affected by movement or length of wear.
– When it has been worn for a bit, the sound becomes flatter still.
– When it has been used, particularly when it’s wet, the sound will have a greater thud to it.

Though these sounds may not be all that different, to a trained ear, the subtle differences are noticed.

Then there are varying degrees of these sounds based on the thickness of the diaper.

You see how nothing at all about ABDL is straightforward and easy to define? LOL

I suppose that’s a good thing, though.  Because if we were all the same, if we were all clones, storm troopers if you will … what fun would that be?

See the Joy

Dear Daddy,

I know sometimes I can be a fuss.  And I know sometimes small problems seem big to me in my little world.

But I don’t ever want you to think that I don’t love you with all the affection a BabyGirl’s heart can hold.

It is because of you that my world is changing, that my smiles and my happiness come from my soul, that my tummy welcomes the butterfly waltz when you make me feel little.

And when you look in my eyes I hope you see the joy I feel.

Love forever,
Your BabyGirl

25 “Charm Sakers”
The Pictures Stories

Thank You for the Butterflies

 Oh how wonderful she felt.  She had been bathed, diapered, played with, held, fed, tickled and babied all day long.

From peek-a-boo games to raspberries on the belly to zerbitts on the forehead to silly crayon drawings to nap times to an intense ride in a car seat to a pigtailed-n-pacified-n-cradled bit of story time on her Daddy’s lap as he bottle fed her – beginning her journey towards the dreams her night held in store.

She was a pile of mush inside and couldn’t have been happier.  The butterflies tickled inside her tummy and the feeling of littleness curled her up into a tight little ball as she lay on the living room rug.  She was adorable, having fallen asleep in that position.

Soon her Daddy would carry her to bed.  And tomorrow would arrive sooner than she could hope for.  Because within each day, she had the opportunity to feel love she had always wanted and to say “Thank You for the Butterflies”.

25 “Charm Sakers”
The Pictures Stories

The Laundromat – Part Two of Two

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Part Two

Kylie stared straight ahead, her knees having locked and her hands still planted palm-down on the top of the washing machine.  The initial release gave her that sense of relief that was felt right at the beginning.  The flood gates had opened, and the first gush made her close her eyes as she basked in the feeling of no longer having to clench any muscles to hold it in anymore.

That first gush was a big one and she could feel the release of her pee beginning to weigh down her diaper.  The tapes at her hips tightened as they held, the underside of her diaper beginning to sag.  Though she feared an overflow, she was still so happy to now be beyond desperation that the fear hadn’t overcome the sense of relief yet.

If she soon didn’t stop, however, her fear would meet truth.  The sagging of the underside of her diaper continued as she got those temporary relief sweats, her brain going fuzzy and mixing how she felt with where she was to jumble her receptors just a bit more.

Thankfully, she finished without overflowing.  Well, in reality, she released enough to no longer be urgent in feel.  But that was all she would need, for the time being …… or so she thought.

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The Laundromat – Part One of Two

(Guess the Differences answers at the bottom)

Part One

Kylie signaled left to turn onto Front Street, waiting for the green light to head to the laundromat at such an early hour of 7am on a Saturday morning.  It seemed like a good idea to do her laundry so early on that day.  But now she was second-guessing herself, a bit of angst getting the best of her.  And as she turned left, thoughts began to enter her mind that started encouraging her to turn around and go back home:

  • It would be so easy to go back home and save the gas. But if she did that, she would miss this golden opportunity to do laundry in what would most assuredly be an empty laundromat.  She wouldn’t get another Saturday morning off for at least a month.  And the laundry she had with her was most assuredly dirty. 
  • Why couldn’t she just hand wash the laundry at home this time? She could hang it all over her apartment and it would be dry in a few hours.  If she was so nervous about the laundry, staying at home and taking care of it there seemed like a smarter way to handle it.  And besides, turning her apartment into an indoor clothesline was no big deal.  It wasn’t like she was going to be expecting company later that day.
  • How dirty was her laundry, really? Was this necessary to go to a laundromat on the other side of town this morning?  Couldn’t she wear this clothing one more time before she absolutely had to wash it?

But no matter what excuse her mind thought up, she kept driving to the laundromat anyway.

At the next stop light, Kylie reached underneath and picked out the diaper wedgie she had given herself because she had put on a pair of shorts that were just a bit too tight.  She loved dressing in a manner that showed off her figure, like a lot of girls did.  But wearing form-fitting shorts probably wasn’t the best idea she had ever come up with, given her diaper.  She was just so eager to get to the laundromat she grabbed the first pair of shorts she found that morning, put them on and headed out.  It hardly seemed like a big deal, at the time.  Going to the laundromat so early meant no one would be there.  And if no one was going to be there, then the shorts being tight really didn’t matter.  So, she gave it no further thought.

But she forgot about the potential of recurring diaper wedgies – a true #babygirlproblems issue.

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Guess the Differences

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At Dawnlight

(Start with Part One)

John opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling and seeing traces of the forthcoming light of day, masked by the closed curtains.  Laying up on his side was Jane, who had faithfully kept that pacifier in her mouth all night.  Using his right shoulder as her pillow, her legs were wrapped around his right thigh.  And she clung to his right side.  He was her pillow.  She was his blanket.  And it worked so beautifully as she was a tummy sleeper and he was a back sleeper.

He looked over at his clock on the nightstand.  6:45 am was the time.  And in a few minutes, the sun would rise high enough in the sky to pour fully in through the side windows of the bedroom.  It was a magnificent sight to behold when it happened, for a very specific reason.  But before it could happen, he needed to open the bedroom curtains.  And in order to do that, he had to find a way to move her without awakening her.

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In the Middle of the Night

John awoke suddenly, as if a bit of internal clockwork had just sounded off an alarm inside him.  Looking over at the clock on his nightstand, he sat up and blinked his eyes a few times.  Then he stood to his feet.  It was 2:57 am … in the middle of the night.  It was time.

He walked over to the bedroom door, wide open as he had left it when he went to bed.  The upstairs hallway was so quiet he could hear the faint noise of crickets outside.  Taking slow steps, he walked across the hall into the nursery – the nursery door having been closed but not the whole way.

Walking into the nursery, he squinted his eyes just a little – still trying to find a focus to his vision … something he would certainly need in just a moment.  He heard steady, rhythmic breathing in the room – the sounds of peaceful slumber being had.

The nursery was illuminated by a blue canary nightlight, giving the glow of sapphire blue to everything in the room.  It was only partially furnished but what was there had already found a home it belonged in.  The glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, having run through their charge by this hour, formed the constellation of the Heavens above.  Straight ahead was the wooden changing table he had built for her by hand, carving moons and stars into its sides to compliment the astrological theme she had chosen for the nursery.

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View At The Top

https://zorrodaddy.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/25b.jpgShe was so proud of herself, having worked her way up the ranks of the cheerleading squad.  She had put in her time at the bottom of too many pyramids to not reach the top.

Tonight was her night.  She’d climb up that pyramid, throw her arms out to the largest crowd the university had ever had and do a split in the air on her way down.

But it was two minutes before they built the pyramid that she realized she forgot her bloomers.  This wouldn’t normally have been the end of the world, just a little embarrassing for her. 

But she was a BabyGirl who had recently started to embrace her littleness more and more.  And tonight, she decided she would be a diapered cheerleader for the first time. 

Perhaps, it was best that she did this as she stood there, trying to figure out a solution, when she began to wet herself.  But her worries soon left her when she realized that who she was inside was something she should never have to hide from anyone.  And she was certain it would be a marvelous view at the top.

25 “Charm Sakers”
The Pictures Stories

The Selfless BabyGirl

Selfless (self·less – adjective /ˈselfləs/)
1. concerned more with the needs and wishes of others than with one’s own; unselfish.

“Selfless” is often seen as a pipedream … as no one could possibly think of others all the time.  But it’s not a label of absolutes.  It’s a declaration of intentions and of actualities.

The Selfless BabyGirl loves what she has and dreams of what may come.  She lives in the moment, absorbing all she can like a sponge while allowing you to see what is ahead at the next block.

But she never does anything without your benefit in mind.  She realizes that she has a wonderful life as a single person and she loves who she is.  But her dream, of what may come, is no longer a dream to her – but rather, a reality.  She is no longer a BabyGirl.  She is now your BabyGirl.  And she doesn’t take this for granted.

Your possession of her enables her to defeat crippling thoughts that keep trickling into her mind.  Thoughts like:

You weren’t supposed to show up yet.  I was supposed to have this all worked out before you arrived.

Being selfless has no timetable.  And like so many things in life that happen when we’re not expecting them to, a selfless soul can embrace possibilities – seeing clearly the ones that are probabilities.  And this sight is made clearer still because she loves what is already there more than what might be there in the future.  She doesn’t see him as a stepping stone along the way to where she wants to be.

She is more interested in seeing how she could fit into his life and seeing how he could fit into her life – than seeing how she could change everything to make it suit.

And the selfless approach is not only highly addictive, but it is also highly contagious – encouraging everyone involved to aim to please others.  It’s a healthy way to start anything, to persist and to remain.

This leads to the concept of “give and receive”.  Not give and take.  When two people give and give of themselves selflessly, then “receive” is the only appropriate word to follow.

And when you see that she is so very much about you, you will so very much be about her.  It’s a natural reaction to kindness.  And it screams “Be-All End-All”, “Quintessential”, “Selfless” and possible “Soulmate” all at once.

She will cling to you.  You will cling back.  Then you will sprawl out and she will do the same.

She will abide in that which already exists, seeing it as something she wants not something she wants to change.  You will pamper her, seeing her as the other half of you – that dot of the I … that cross of the T … that ache for purpose now fulfilled.

She will want.  She will need.  She will desire.  She will fuss.
You will hunger.  You will yearn.  You will lust.  You will spoil.

You will tend to every inch of her body.  You will bathe her with such gentleness as you would use when handling fragile China glass.  You will diaper her and dress her and hold her.  Your world will grow very small, forming laser-precise focus on her to accommodate her instinctive longing for white-hot attention.

And how easy it will be to give to someone who isn’t trying take from you.  She is a selfless BabyGirl, her heart and nature encouraging you to give all that you’ve got.

But she’ll fuss and you will be waiting for it.  She will make a mess of herself and you will tend to her.  And it will be your hands that soothe the creature of tender touch inside her.  Insentiently, you will run your hands up and down her almost completely naked body.

And she will react to your touch, shifting and arching and heaving her frame to follow the glides of your fingertips.  She is enjoying the moment and what is being done to her.  She isn’t wishing it away for something other.  Every action leads to another actions, creating a journey – leading somewhere that both of you not only crave but covet with unremitting impulse.

The Daddy BabyGirl dynamic will be lively and entertaining.  It will be quiet and peaceful.  It will be so natural and ever-present that you won’t even know you’re doing any of it.  It will become as natural and as relied upon as breathing.

But you will also get aggressive, and she will become submissive in matters more sexually aligned.  The arousal will make for fervent passion, dismissing the tummyflies temporarily and replacing them with a writhing urge to continue to bond.  All the breathy whispers, the restraint of being pinned down, the slickening and the swell, the stiffening and the thrust will arch spines, connect pelvic bones and send you both to the stratosphere.

And all the while, she was a Selfless BabyGirl.  This means that you have to be a Selfless Daddy too, all the time – the same as her to equal the devotion.

When two people give, there is no take.  There is only give and receive.

I cannot say this enough.

It begins with two people individually and evolves into one.

And selflessness will lead the way.

The Dynamic Writings

 

The Dynamic Story

Sometimes, the best fiction to write isn’t fiction at all.

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TThe Dynamic Storyhis is the story of Adam, a guy with a tale to tell.  Hank, an author and screen play writer, walks into The El Bandito Bar & Grille, led by an anonymous caller to meet with Adam and to hear his story – one that Hank learns is more than the usual and quite dynamic.

Taking notes along the way, Hank learns of the story of Adam & Eve, two perfect strangers who fell in love and lived a lot of life quickly.  Along the way, Hank learns the meanings of The Daddy & BabyGirl Dynamic of Love, ABDL and Age Play as Adam intertwines these things into his recollections of his time with Eve.

But not even Hank, a seasoned story line creator, could’ve seen the twist at the end of this dynamic story.

Perhaps you will.

Samples:   Dynamics  –  A Tale of Dreaming Minds and Dreaming Hearts

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………………………….. The HodgePodge Series

The Dynamic Story From Sun Up to Sun Down Deja Vu Lucy BabyLove Climax Crimson Snake Eyes The Crinklebury Tales Sad girl holding a teddy bear   
The Dynamic Story
From Sun Up to Sun Down: The ABDL 3-Way Experience
Johnny and the Princess
Deja Vu: Inamorata to Illuminati
Lucy
BabyLove
Climax
Crimson
Snake Eyes
The Crinklebury Tales
60 Degrees and Down the Crack
The ABDL Any Time Reader
Forever Young
Acceptance (Forever Young 2)
A Girl Named Love
Storytellers
Layers
Flashback
Last Snow
 

 

 

 

Free The Kink Interview with Mommy Kuri and Little Philly

Guess who did a podcast episode on Free The Kink?

Mommy Kuri and Little Philly visited with the Free The Kink crew and dropped a whole lot of information about TeddyCon 2021.  If you’re an inquiring mind, it is well worth the listen!

And here’s the episode description:

Free the Kink presents Dynamic Discussions, where we interview those who are or have made significant contributions to the advancement of BDSM, kink, relationship dynamics, and the freedom of sexuality and alternative lifestyles. In this episode, we are honored to have the opportunity to speak with Little Philly and Mommy Kuri, the founders of TeddyCon.  TeddyCon is a fun filled hotel takeover designed for AB/DL’s, Age Players, Littles and Bigs.  It features classes, workshops, play space and nursery, crafts, vendors, pageant, and so much more.  Learn more at Teddycon.org.

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That Nuk

The “25” Collections

For ten years, I have enjoyed posting ABDL pictures on my website that I found online.  It has been a wonderful experience to put to words what the pictures said to me.  Along the way, I’ve put links to the websites where the pictures came from and did my best to acknowledge who was in the picture … when I knew who the person was and when I knew what website the picture came from.

In recent years, a lot of ABDL models have risen from the masses and they have put out wonderful content … pictures, videos, gifs, you name it. But I’ve seen a lot of models getting irritated when their pictures appear online without their permission.  And this is completely understandable and supported.  Their pictures are their intellectual property.

The problem is: a lot of pictures have no markings that identify who they belong to.  And it’s so easy to accidentally post something that may upset the person in the picture.

So, as to avoid making this mistake, I’ve decided that I will no longer post pictures on this website, giving them stories and content.

But you will always have the 12 lists of picture stories I’ve written over the years, 300 photos with words.

25 Unforgettable Sets

25 Breath Takers

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25 Dream Makers

25 Charm Sakers

25 Fields of Gold.

……………………….. 25 Nothing Buts

…. 25 Out-n-Abouts

…. 25 LLWs

….  25 Precious Pacifiers

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25 Priceless Moments

25 Little Thoughts

25 Humiliations

 

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Blessings to you all,
Zorro Daddy

Flashback

Athena has just become unemployed, the company she faithfully worked for having gone under.  When a virus shuts down the world for a year, this is what can happen.

Through a chance meeting, she chooses to reinvent her life when she meets a guy who has a very specific interest in common with her … ageplay.

How uncanny is that?  And how unlikely is it to meet someone who loves ABDL the same as she loves it?

It really isn’t all that hard to believe … for soulmates.

His name is Harrison, a hard-working sports agent who needed to find a cure for his workaholism.

He is a Daddy and she is a BabyGirl and they both need the dynamic in their lives in a way that neither of them could have imagined.

Getting her a temporary job at the office where he works, Harrison has her move in with him.  And suddenly, their lifestyle turns into the Daddy-n-BabyGirl dream.  Almost like a real-life fairy tale.

But in all good fairy tales, there is a struggle … a villain to defeat.  The villain in this story is a secret that Athena keeps from him.  And in doing so, the very survival of a soulmate match made in Heaven, weighs in the balance.

Flashback is a tale of diaper changes, nighties, sippy cups, spankings, short skirts, the business of sports, tummyflies, sex between the sheets, sex on the kitchen table, crinkling, whimpering, moaning, health, stitches, contracts, flying blouse buttons, flying baby powder, soulmates, premonitions and the future being discovered in the present.

It is a sexual, emotional, intellectual, affectionate and fetish-laden read.

Join Athena and Harrison as they move swiftly to learn if soulmates are real and if there is such a thing as a skirt that is too short to hide her diaper at the office.

Samples:

Sketcher
Into the Palm of His Hand

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………………….. The HodgePodge Series
 
The Dynamic Story From Sun Up to Sun Down Deja Vu Lucy BabyLove Climax  
Crimson Snake Eyes The Crinklebury Tales Sad girl holding a teddy bear
The Dynamic Story
From Sun Up to Sun Down: The ABDL 3-Way Experience
Johnny and the Princess
Deja Vu: Inamorata to Illuminati
Lucy
BabyLove
Climax
Crimson
Snake Eyes
The Crinklebury Tales
60 Degrees and Down the Crack
The ABDL Any Time Reader
Forever Young
A Girl Named Love
Storytellers
Layers
Flashback

Everybody remembers their first love, right?

 

MeganMegan.  Oh, my. Megan.

Everybody remembers their first love, right?

Well, though I was never in a relationship with Megan and though I never met her in person, she was my first BabyGirl crush.  Her photos were also the first sets of AB pictures I found online.  I had found individual AB pictures before her, but she was the first sets of pictures I found.  Much like Melysa and Brock, Megan came from a time before ABDL-themed pictures and such content had only begun to find its way onto the internet.

Megan 02I stumbled across these pictures before they could even be “tumbled” as Tumblr was years away from starting.  And I was drawn to Megan’s pictures for several reasons.

Firstly, I had never met another ABDLer, not yet.  So the visual of a BabyGirl in a t-shirt and diaper, nursing on a pacifier and hugging an enormous teddy bear was not only appealing but also the stuff that fantasies were made of.  The realities of it were still years away as well.

Secondly, though no detailed story was being told in these pictures, what was represented visually was exactly what I found personal interest in.

Megan 04For as much as I write about BabyGirls who exist within a pure-n-innocent “little headspace”, my personal preference has always been for a BabyGirl who was more of a diaper lover than an adult baby.

Don’t get me wrong.  ABDL is wonderful, but I’ve always sought DLAB.

Megan 05So these pictures were right up my alley.  Megan portrays a BabyGirl with the basic garnishments and she does it so perfectly that I always believed it came to her naturally.

Thirdly, the diaper was white, all white – gleaming, thick and gloriously white.

Megan 09I think it’s wonderful that so many different kinds of ABDL diapers exist, with more designs than can be imagined – some decorating the landing zones for the tapes and some covering the whole diaper … front and back.

But the gleaming white diaper just seems to stand out so much more.

Megan 08A fourth reason would be that the diaper is disposable, giving her that signature crinkling noise that she can only lessen in volume with careful movements but can never eliminate completely.

Cloth is wonderful, too.  But, as we have discovered a lot, the type of diaper that was most prevalent in use when we were young is often the one we favor.

Megan 07The charms of these photo sets are plentiful.  And while these pictures were most likely taken in a studio of some sort, prepped and posed with good lighting, the photographer (whose name was Gordo, if I’m not mistaken) allowed a few moments that happened between the camera clicks to become a part of the finished product.  These are the ones that show Megan’s smile, her laughter, her personality.  And seeing these traits gives us the ability to have a small glimpse into who she is.

Megan 06Nowadays, it is a very common practice to want to know everything about a celebrity.  And celebrities have embraced this heightened interest from their fans, getting onto social media and posting pictures of what they had for breakfast, what new clothing they just bought, what their views are on an issue and so on.

In fact, a lot of the more widely known ABDL models tend to do the same thing these days, going so far as to indirectly promote the diapers they favor as well as other things non-ABDL in nature.

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Megan wasn’t filling out an interests chart when she posed for these pictures.  And I can’t really say for sure if she was an ABDLer or not.  But the beauty of pictures is, in fact, the story they tell.

Megan 19Okay. Okay.  I wasn’t going to, but I guess I’ll use the cliche:   A picture is worth a thousand words.  For all the viewer knows, Megan could have been a life-long BabyGirl who slept in a crib every night, her bedroom being a wall-to-wall nursery and her lifestyle consisting of a high chair, a car seat, a changing table, bibs, baby bottles, baby food and powder puff diaper changes when they were needed.

Or, she might have just dressed in the diaper for these picture sets only.

But this posting wouldn’t be complete without the statement of at least one rumor about where Megan is at now and why she no longer does the pictures.

MeganA rumor I heard was that she and the photographer (whose name I do believe is Gordo) got married and then eventually divorced, going their separate ways.  This was why she stopped doing pictures … or so the rumor mill says.

But no one really knows and that’s okay.  Privacy isn’t a privilege.  It’s a right that everyone has.

Wherever she is, I do hope that she’s happy.  Everyone remembers their first love.  And I will always remember my first BabyGirl crush … Megan.

25 “Unforgettable Sets”
The Pictures Stories

 

 

Into the Palm of His Hand

Taken from the ABDL romance:

Flashback

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here is a little story about some foot work that led to a wonderful place.

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Into the Palm of His Hand –

Monday – 7:45am

Today was the day … day one of Athena’s temporary job.  She would become the fill-in mail girl at the office of SMI – a sports agency, the usual mail girl being on maternity leave.  Athena would answer to Harrison, her boss for the next two weeks and her Daddy … hopefully for the rest of her life.

Traveling to the office in his car, Athena glanced over at Harrison.  He was dressed so sharply and looked so handsome.  His hair was combed perfectly.  He was clean-shaven, a close shave without the slightest trace of razor burn.  She liked his scruff too, but clean was also good.  His necktie had been tied into the perfect business triangle at the front of his neck.  The collar of his white dress shirt was stiffened and without a blemish.  His dress shoes were black wing tips, polished to a high mirror shine.  And he wore a charcoal-colored Tom Ford Windsor suit, costing him probably close to $5,000.  It was tailor-made and gave him a slim fit look.  Not only did he look sharp, but he also looked authoritative.  It was an appearance that was necessary, given the responsibilities of his job.  It was also an appeal she enjoyed about him, being his BabyGirl.

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Sketcher

Taken from the ABDL romance:

Flashback

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here is a little story about what souls look like.

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Sketcher

It was a beautiful spring Saturday, the kind of day when the sunshine just kept pouring down out of the sky and a slight breeze could be felt all around – just enough to keep the humidity at bay.

Athena strolled along – past the rows of vendors at the arts and crafts festival, an outdoor affair that was reaping the benefits of absolutely perfect weather.  She was in no particular hurry to get anywhere, her schedule having become very free and open just yesterday.  And while change often jarred her, this particular change had encouraged her to open her mind and breathe a bit more deeply.

She was a fanatic of things like arts and crafts, of antiques and of historical places.  It was just a hobby to discover new things that were old.  Longevity always enticed her.  This may well have been the reason why she brought her sandal-cladded feet to a screeching halt when she saw an old man sitting by an easel with a sketch pad on it.  In front of him was a sign that read: Portrait Sketches … $1

He was an artist – one who could draw, apparently.  He looked like he was in his 70s, maybe even in his 80s.  It was hard to tell.  He just sat there quietly, not trying to draw people over to him.  And while other vendors were charging top dollar for their services, he was only asking for one dollar.  This intrigued Athena and she walked up to him.  He was a handsome man, much older than her, but still handsome.  Though he had a wrinkled face and thick glasses, he still had a posture to him that was as strong as his jaw line.

Athena loved a strong jaw line on a man.  It shaped his face and directed the expressions he would have.  Looking down at the easel, she saw several small chunks of charcoal on its ledge.  Intrigued even more, she smiled at him.  Squinting his eyes in protection from the early afternoon sun behind her, he looked up and smiled back.

“Would you like a portrait, Miss?” he asked with a tone that was clear and robust, but also tender and inviting.

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I have an assignment for you!!

Don’t worry.  The assignment will not be to write 500 sentences.  LOL

But I think we might be getting tired of this COVID isolation thing.  Possibly, right?

I know the question you want to ask me right now:

“Zorro, does the word DUH! mean anything to you?”

Of course, we’re tired of all of this!  I know I am.  There was no TeddyCon last year.  And that felt really weird, almost like we had been robbed.  It’s also been almost exactly a year since the last LLAMA munch here in Lancaster, PA.  Those munches were every other week and very much a part of the routine for all of us locals.

In addition to being tired of this, we’re also tired of hearing how better days are ahead.   When!?!?!

Thank goodness we have the instant connection of the internet, huh?

So, along those lines, I have an assignment for anyone who is interested in doing it.  It is designed to say hello to as many people as possible while bumping a bit of content back up to the tops of the heaps.

Broken down, here is the assignment:

Get onto every FetLife group of which you are a member.  Start a new thread, saying hello to everyone or reply to another person’s thread.  The topic of the thread doesn’t matter.  It’s about remaining connected.

Do this on every FetLife group.

In addition to that, also do this on every ABDL site of which you are a member.  If you aren’t a part of any ABDL sites, here are a few of the ones that are active these days:

DDlgfriends.com
ABkingdom.com
Omorashi.org
LittleSpaceOnline.com
DateCGL.com
DailyDiapers.com
Diapermates.com

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Certainly, there are more sites than that.  But there’s a starter list of them.

If you want to go to a second level with all of this:

For every reply you put on an existing thread, gives yourself 1 point.

For every new thread you start, give yourself 5 points.

See how many points you can get.

Can you reach 50 points? 100 points?

But regardless of how many points you get and how many replies you type, maybe this will help us all to remember that yes indeed, there is an end to all of this.  When will that happen?  I have no idea. 

But until then, we’ve got a lot of connecting to do.

Blessings to you all,
Zorro Daddy

Isolation Storytime – A Friday Night Affair (Every Friday Night)

And that includes tonight as well!

So what is it? 
What is Isolation Storytime?

It is a weekly online meeting of ABDLers and ageplayers, designed to help folks through the isolation that COVID-19 has put so many people in.

This is a connection type like zoom, I think.  You’ll have to forgive my limited technological knowledge.  But it’s extremely easy to become a part of.  So easy, in fact, that even I was able to figure it out.

I was made aware of these isolation storytime gatherings right before the New year by some close friends from the community.

Here are the particulars on it:

Isolation Storytime takes place every Friday evening at 9pm EST.

They get together for storytime, sing-a-longs, special presentations and so many other fun things to help everyone remain connected.

And this has been happening every Friday night since March of last year!

But there’s more to it than just a gathering for stories and fun.  It has a purpose and a mission that goes straight to the heart of what kindness truly means.

Read about their mission here.

And hopefully, you can join the online gatherings on Friday nights!

For more information on Isolation Storytime, visit their profiles:

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Email

 

Layers

The story line in this book is a bit more challenging to describe than the story lines in the other ABDL books I’ve written.  That’s because this story is very …… “partially”.

What that means is it’s: partially humiliation, partially fantasy, partially reality, partially BDSM-oriented, partially discipline, partially sexual, partially romantic and partially pure-n-innocent.

To give it a fun little rhyme, this one is a twisty, turny, tryst-y journey.

Layers is the story of an internal journey, taken by a girl named Jessica.  She finds herself in situations that were created by decisions she made as well as the events of her life.  It’s a story not of self-discovery, but rather, of self-invention and the journey she takes leads to self-reinvention.

And as the circumstances mount up for her, a conclusion is on the horizon that will alter the direction of her life.  But only a wise decision on her part will answer the questions she has and show her the clear pathway to take.

Yes, Jessica does get crinkly in this story.  She is a BabyGirl and adores the diapers.  But there are darker chapters in this book as well that may lead to triggers for you the reader, if you are sensitive to uncomfortable happenings.

If you enjoy a story that twists as you turn the pages, then Layers is right up your alley.

Sample:
Game On: The Impulses

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………………………….. The HodgePodge Series

The Dynamic Story From Sun Up to Sun Down Deja Vu Lucy BabyLove Climax Crimson Snake Eyes The Crinklebury Tales Sad girl holding a teddy bear   
The Dynamic Story
From Sun Up to Sun Down: The ABDL 3-Way Experience
Johnny and the Princess
Deja Vu: Inamorata to Illuminati
Lucy
BabyLove
Climax
Crimson
Snake Eyes
The Crinklebury Tales
60 Degrees and Down the Crack
The ABDL Any Time Reader
Forever Young
Acceptance (Forever Young 2)
A Girl Named Love
Storytellers
Layers
Flashback
Last Snow
 

Who is she?

I don’t know how many times someone has sent me an email asking that question. What they are asking is who the ABDL Girl is in the stories I write.

Some are asking for a literal answer. Others want the figurative.  Whether I give her the name of Lily, Mia, Gina, Lucy, Penny, Daisy, Rose, Sidney, Violet, Dakota, Britney, Kelly, or whomever … she is based on real people.  So, at her core, she is more real than fantasy.

But to describe the nature of whom she is:

She is perfect yet flawed. And because she makes mistakes, you can relate to her. No one is perfect, but people like her have perfect intentions all the time. (And there is nothing flawed about having such intentions.)

She is complicated yet simple. There are so many levels to her persona lity that getting to know her is a lifetime pursuit, and one that you can’t help but love. And she’ll often realize that she is searching for a solution to a problem which doesn’t exist. That’s when she goes “simple” again.

She is fun-loving yet serious. A giggle, a bounce and a smile can not only make her moment and her day, but yours as well. And all those around her benefit from her cheery outlook on everything. It is her personal mission in life to make the world around her as happy of a place as possible. But when the time comes to be serious, she can answer that calling because she realizes that the world is a great, big place and she will have a lot of work ahead of her to change it. Until then, she recognizes when she needs to be serious.

She is affectionate. And she shows how she feels, longing to be touched and held and loved back with the same passion she has given. Touch is very important to her. From the forehead to the neck to the lips to the tummy to the bottom to the legs to her toes. Her skin is a receptor and the closer she can be to a beating heart, the more affectionate she becomes. Sure, she’ll wander off, but that’s only because she wants him to take her by the hand.

She is impulsive and spontaneous. And she does what comes to mind and heart without always weighing the outcome of her actions. It is her nature to listen to her first instinct, believing that it is the best one to follow because it was the first one.

She is adaptable. And she hates the fact that she ever needs to act differently or become someone else for a short time when the situation calls for it, but she does it, just like everyone has to. She has a free spirit and an open heart. And it is because of her innocent nature that she believes everyone should be able to be exactly who they are all the time (which is also part of her mission to increase the happiness of the world.)

She is sweet. And everyone around her sees how pure her heart is. She’s got the nature to be happy and to paint rainbows in the clouds when the rain finally breaks, to see the opportunities that present themselves only by candlelight when a storm knocks the electricity out, to see long lines at a Wal-Mart as a chance to say the things you meant to earlier, to relive a kiss over and over in her mind until she receives the next one, to hug someone with the intention of giving her love to them, to wipe away someone’s tears before they stain the cheeks but not before they served their purpose, to think of what others need while she thinks of what she wants, to ask a question without fear of ridicule or judgment, to listen to the advice of others while also deciding what is best for her and to possess a motherly love in the mind of a BabyGirl.

What intrigues me about the typical ABDL Girl from my stories is that she’s real and that’s why I keep writing about her.

She is a character born from reality, nurtured through the events of storylines, and brought to life through imaginations.

She is a dream, but one that is tangible and unforgettable. And when you meet her, you’ll know who she is.

Game On: The Impulses

Taken from the twisting and turning pages of the journey in the ABDL ebook:

Layers

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here is a little story about a shopping spree that had more than was bargained for.

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Game On: The Impulses

Jessica excitedly drummed the top of her steering wheel when she found a parking space just three spots away from the entrance to the Slo-Mart, a big box store where she often shopped that wasn’t too far away from where she lived.  She had just had the best day ever where she worked, her department receiving a really nice bonus for their productivity in the last quarter.  Going straight home from work, she changed into something a little more comfortable and, checking her now-flushed bank account balance, decided she was going to indulge herself a bit that evening.  She had earned it and was going to reward herself accordingly for her good fortunes.

Jessica worked for a fulfillment company that had just been bought out by a major online shopping site.  Suddenly, there was more work than they had ever seen before.  Jessica and her co-workers had risen to the challenge and were outperforming all other departments.  And in a rare case when her company actually compensated her for the increased efforts, she had received a quarterly bonus that was now encouraging her to set a few things right in other aspects of her life.

Walking towards the entrance to the Slo-Mart, she smiled widely – not just from thoughts of her good fortunes but also from the feel of the flowy short dress she put on when she got home from work.  It felt good to be dressed like a girl, for once – being as her work clothes were practically the polar opposite of what was perceived as being feminine.  In addition to that, she was diapered – a most wonderful little indulgence of her own.

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Stranger Than Fiction: Fly on the Wall … or Statue in the Aisle

There’s nothing quite so intriguing as a story that is either real or seems so realistic that you can relate to it – either as a whole or perhaps just relating to a character in that story.

I’ve written entire books that were storylined from real events in my life and quite a few more that were based loosely on real events in my life.  The rest of what I’ve written is fantasy … or fantasies that I have.

But what I write to you in this posting is a true story.  It is not based on anything.  It is an actual account of something that happened to me recently.  And Stranger Than Fiction , though catchy in sound, really doesn’t even adequately describe it.

For purposes of timeline, the following true story took place in September 2020.

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I love going to Wal-Marts.  Most often, I just simply go there for the soul purpose of going there and with no intention of purchasing anything at all.  Some of the more interesting times to go there are in the middle of the night when you get to see the most unique human beings on this good Earth. 

But 2020 has thrown a monkey wrench into the works in more ways than one.  And Wal-Marts have reduced their hours down from being 24/7, giving themselves the nighttime to sanitize the store and protect us all from this global virus epidemic.

The Wal-Marts local to me have since broaden their hours to closing at 11pm.  But at the time of this true story, they were closing at 8:30 pm EST.  And this specific trip there, unlike most others, actually had a purchasing purpose.  I was looking for the Director’s Cut version of Rambo: Last Blood.

Being a Sylvester Stallone fanatic, such a purchase was surely necessary for me to make.

So, at about 7pm that evening, I walked into Wal-Mart and made my way back to the electronics and entertainment section.  And I am concentrating hard on every display that has DVDs on it.  I’m finding James Bond movies and Harry Potter movies and other Sylvester Stallone movies, but no Director’s Cut version of Rambo: Last Blood.  Not giving up, I make my way back to the aisle displays inside the entertainment section where they keep older movies and TV show DVDs. 

Maybe what I was looking for was mistakenly put in that section as it was a new release and should have been in the new release section but wasn’t.

Finding the shelves with movies that started with the letter R, I knelt down to the bottom shelf and began to look through the DVDs.  To my right, a guy appears – on the far end of the DVD racks.  This means he was probably at least 10 or 15 feet away from me.

Paying him no attention, I continue my Rambo search from my squatted position.

Just then, a second person comes running up to this guy.

“Daddy,” she says while bouncing up-n-down on her feet.  “Can I get this one?”

Assuming she is holding a movie she wants, I smile at the playful pet name of Daddy that she has called him.  In my mind, I’m thinking: Wow, that name has such different meaning for me.

At this point, I’m beginning to give up hope on finding the Director’s Cut of Rambo: Last Blood.  But I give the shelf of movies in front of me one more look-over before I call it quits.

Then the guy says to the girl: “I don’t know.  Do you feel you’ve been a good girl today?”

Sucking in my lips, I try not to laugh.  These two are really playful with each other and I instantly recognize how I’ve not only written about this very scenario in ABDL books but I’ve also been playful with a BabyGirl myself in this fashion … although, I recall being a little quieter about it in public than what these two are being.

Nevertheless, they are playful with each other and it’s been fun to listen to them as I silently remark to myself how perfect their banter is … if in fact that are a Daddy and BabyGirl couple.

But they’re not such a couple ……………………… or so I thought.

I’m getting ready to stand up when I hear the guy say something that makes me freeze in my squatted position.

“Is your diaper wet?” the guy asks her with a quasi Daddy Voice, my eyes growing big-n-wide as I stare straight ahead at that bottom shelf of DVDs in front of me.

It is at that moment I realize that they’re not aware I am a mere 10-15 feet away from them and well within earshot of what they are saying to each other.

I contemplate standing up and walking away quickly so as to not embarrass them.  But if I do that, I will ruin the sweet moment they are having.  So I decide to stay put and remain frozen in squat, figuring they will soon be done and move on.

“Noooo,” she says as she begins to sway back-n-forth, the swish of the lower hem of her skirt catching my peripheral vision.

But I’m looking straight ahead at the DVDs.  So I don’t really have much peripheral vision to see with.  And I will tell you that curiosity was beginning to kill the cat, not just because he asked her if her diaper was wet but also because she replied back to him.

She was in a diaper?  This couldn’t really be happening, could it?  I mean … I understand that people are bolder these days than ever.  But there is no way that this is actually happening – practically right next to me in the middle of a Wal-Mart!

Then I think that perhaps they are people who know me, maybe folks who have been to one of the local LLAMA munches.  And they were doing this deliberately, perhaps to get my attention.  That just seems too conceited of me to be the truth, though.  If that was the case, the only way to know for sure would be to turn my head to the right and look at them to see who they are.

However, if I turn my head and look at them, only then to find out that I don’t know them, my invisibility will be lost and this could become quite awkward, if not also embarrassing, for them.

But then I think that perhaps he asked her if her diaper was wet just because she was acting like a baby about getting the movie.  It could then be chalked up to playfulness and nothing more.

But I’m human and curiosity now has the best of me.  So I begin to turn my head to the right very, very, very slowly.  And at that rate, it will take me a good five minutes before blurry peripheral vision gives way to any clarity of sight.

Still, I toss my eyes to the right as much as I can without moving my head any faster than half the speed of smell travels, preparing for the first moment I will have even a partial glimpse of who they are.  And what I can see is her still swaying back-n-forth, the lower hem of her skirt swishing as she does so and a familiar crinkling sound that confirms she is indeed wearing a diaper.  A plastic-backed one.

I’ve changed quite a few diapers in my time.  I know what that sound is coming from.

“Let me check,” the guy says with a Daddy Voice much more so than just quasi this time.

My eyes are now bulging out of their sockets like two hard boiled eggs.  He didn’t just say that, did he?

Though still too blurry to help with identification purposes, my eyesight is now able to make out the rough outlines of their bodies.  And I can see him take hold of her left forearm with his left hand as his right hand reaches down to the back of her skirt.

“No, Daddy.  Not here,” she says with a pouty softened voice that was too perfect for this to be casual playfulness.

“Sweet Pea,” he says with kindness but assertiveness in his tone.  “Do you want that movie or not?”

“Yes,” she says with a now-calmer voice of surrender as she stops swaying.

“Then you will let Daddy check your diaper whenever he wants,” the guy replies, reaching down to the lower hem at the back of her skirt.

I so very much want to snap my head to the right quickly so I can see if I know them.  Maybe they won’t see the quick motion and I’ll remain invisible.  But I’m more concerned with not upsetting them at this point.

He lifts up the back of her skirt and from what I am able to see, the diaper is white on the back.  I can’t make out if it has different colored side panels or not.  But she is most definitely diapered and he just checked her, right there … in the electronics section of a Wal-Mart at 7pm.

He lowers the skirt and pats her backside, with a most familiar thud sound as he makes his decision.

“Okay,” he says calmly.  “You can have the movie.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she says with a cutesy voice as they walk away.

I remain right there for a minute or two, trying to contemplate what had just happened.  There are moments like this when my two worlds collide right in front of me.  And for as much as I believe these situations seem bigger to me than what they actually are – due to an active storytelling mind – I can’t help but wonder if it’s literary fates that are causing this … telling me to keep writing.  LOL

I eventually stand up and walk back to the coolers over in groceries to get a gallon of Turkey Hill Iced Tea.  Some people take drugs or smoke pot or do other things like that to ease their nerves at times.

Me?  I chug my favorite kidney stone causing beverage and begin to write a story outline in my mind.

The rest of the time I was at that Wal-Mart, I didn’t see them.  Well … being as I never really saw what they looked like, I can’t say that for sure.  But I can say I wasn’t looking for them from that point forward.

As I drove home, I thought about how things truly can be stranger than fiction.  But there was another thought that trumped that one:

There are points in time when I struggle to find new story lines to turn into stories.  I always try to write something that is new or at least slightly different than what I’ve written before.

But then I have experiences like at that Wal-Mart – when I pretended to be a statue while that Daddy-n-BabyGirl got dynamic with each other … just a short distance away from me.  And I’m reminded: No, don’t reinvent the wheel.  Just keep writing what you know and writing what you dream about.

Wanna hear another Stranger Than Fiction true story?

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Small World
The World Will Still Keep Turning

No More Hiding: Permission to Love Your Sexual Self

Get ready for a discovery of self but also a discovery of so many things you may have always had questions about … and perhaps a few you wouldn’t have thought of otherwise.

After all, knowledge is power.

Dr. Rhoda Lipscomb is a therapist with a whole lot of impressive credentials. She is (get ready for all of this): an alternative sexuality specialist, a certified sex therapist and a clinical sexologist with a PhD in clinical sexology. 

Aside from counseling people, she has also attended multiple CAPCons and TeddyCons over the past few years – having led several classes and presentations.

Though not an ABDLer herself, she has embraced the existence of age play and has shed more positive light on the fetish/kink/interest (choose your label) than has ever been shed before.

ABDL has been the sometimes brunt joke on TV talk shows, sitcoms and even some documentaries that were supposed to be informative but often wound up being presented as sensational only.

In this regard, the importance of Dr. Rhoda’s research is paramount.

She wrote her dissertation on age play and has contributed more information to the therapy universe about age play than was understood.

In other words, she cares.  She cares about us and about our decision to make age play who we are.

No More Hiding: Permission to Love Your Sexual Self is a book she wrote that references ABDL a few times but tackles the bigger discussion of choices.

In a day and age when people are not only opening up to what they feel inside but exploring the possibilities of something more, this book is a gem … of explanation, of resources, of love and of understanding.

She devotes a lot of chapters to recognizing, if not also overcoming the roadblocks in our lives that have prevented us from opening up.  One chapter in particular, she deeply addresses what she terms as The Big Four emotions:
Fear, Shame, Embarrassment and Guilt

And who hasn’t felt at least one, if not all of those emotions at some point in life?

Available in ebook and paperback formats, I cannot encourage you enough to read this book.  Dr. Rhoda gives you countless examples of how people were able to find greater happiness and fuller lives because they opened themselves up.

She also writes of how to introduce these feelings and questions to a significant other in a productive manner that enables you to take your partner’s opinions and emotions into account.

Load with researched information and good sense, No More Hiding: Permission to Love Your Sexual Self is a must-read for anyone who has ever grown tired of unanswered question marks.

Dr. Rhoda on The 1-on-1 Podcast
Dr. Rhoda on The Crinkle Cast
Dr. Rhoda on The Love In Brief Podcast
Dr. Rhoda on The Dream A Little Podcast
Dr. Rhoda On FetLife: TheDiaperDoctor
Website: drrhoda.com
Email: rhoda@drrhoda.com
Her dissertation: https://understanding.infantilism.org/surveys/rjl_doctoral_dissertation.php
Understandinginfantilism.org
Her book (in ebook format and paperback): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078X971YT/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_x_J70JFb2JESTAM
Kindle App (Look for the blue link towards the top): https://zorrodaddy.wordpress.com/my-abdl-books/

Blessings to you all,
Zorro Daddy

Storytellers

This is the story of a little headspace fanatic, a romantic exhibitionist, a masochist in search of sadism and a sexual fanatic on the verge of nymphomania – four BabyGirls who met at age play conventions and became fast friends.  They stayed in touch with each other and engaged in length phone conversations, some doing so on a daily basis.

On this weekend, they all gather at a private residence for a BabyGirls Only get-together.  Through laughing and talking, they reconnect quickly.  Then they decide to tell each other their greatest fantasy story.  And in doing so, they delve into a bit of soul-searching that would make the weekend have lasting meaning.

Sample:
Welcome to the Rest of Your Life

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………………………….. The HodgePodge Series

The Dynamic Story From Sun Up to Sun Down Deja Vu Lucy BabyLove Climax Crimson Snake Eyes The Crinklebury Tales Sad girl holding a teddy bear   
The Dynamic Story
From Sun Up to Sun Down: The ABDL 3-Way Experience
Johnny and the Princess
Deja Vu: Inamorata to Illuminati
Lucy
BabyLove
Climax
Crimson
Snake Eyes
The Crinklebury Tales
60 Degrees and Down the Crack
The ABDL Any Time Reader
Forever Young
Acceptance (Forever Young 2)
A Girl Named Love
Storytellers
Layers
Flashback
Last Snow
 

 

The Case for Cloth

Cloth diapers have never derived great interest from within me.  I’ve always had a mindset that kept my focus on disposable diapers.  The crinkle has always captivated me.  When she waddles about, I know exactly where she is at – even when we’re not in the same room … and all because of that crinkle.

ABDLers I’ve spoken to who are older than me have voiced their love for cloth diapers, citing that cloth diapers were what they were put in when babies.  And that makes a lot of sense. 

The style of diaper that was popular and most commonly used when we were in diapers (the first time LOL) would logically be what our hearts are drawn to, now as adults.  It’s the same reason as why there are ABDL diapers now that are cloth-backed – being as the 90’s eliminated the plastic-backed variety.

And I guess this would apply to me as well.  Though I don’t wear diapers myself, the popular ones when I was little were crinkly … hence my desire as a Daddy to make BabyGirls crinkle nowadays.  But as I go back through some of these older photo sets, I’m reminded of moments when I gave cloth diapers a second look.  The process of diapering is similar, simply swapping tapes for pins. 

The thickness and the bulk are just as adorable.  And they still peek out from underneath any sort of baby clothing.  This has always been one of those sights that melts my heart every time I see it, that gleam of white that sticks out … and can stick out a lot if you’ve taken the time to dress her in something just short enough to hide nothing. (It’s one of those unspoken pleasures a Daddy has. 😉  )

But there are times when a cloth diaper would be ideal and possibly even more comfortable than a disposable:

  • A lazy day at home,
  • when she is put to bed or down for a nap,
  • when being dressed in nothing but her diaper for some priceless photos,
  • when she gets home from work – desperately needing to be wrapped in uber softness and babied until her brains are mush …

The list could go.  And we haven’t even factored in plastic pants yet!  Which is an important thing to get on her before she tinkles … or more!

I have only ever had one experience diapering a BabyGirl with cloth.  I can confirm that the cuteness and the shiny object syndrome and the glazed eyes and the innocence in disposition are all there when she is put in cloth – despite its absence of crinkle.

So, though my preference is disposables, I must admit there most certainly is … a case for the cloth.

25 “Unforgettable Sets”
The Pictures Stories

 

 

 

The Farm

Taken from the dark age play compilation:
Gratification: Volume Three
Available on: Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

here is a little story about what to expect when visiting the country.

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The Farm

Blake stood to the side of the entrance of Roxy’s Restaurant, waiting patiently as his beloved BabyGirl, Olympia, waddled around and said goodbye to everyone who had been at the munch.  She was the social butterfly of the group and their cheermeister extraordinaire.  She was definitely in need of a diaper change and it was quite obvious to the trained eye, given how waddly her steps were.  But she was dressed in a vanilla fashion, just like everyone who had attended the munch.

That night had been their largest munch gathering in the five years it had been up and running.  It was a truly good feeling and Olympia had a sense of pride as she was the one who encouraged Blake to set the munch up to begin with.  He wasn’t skeptical, but rather, had a tendency to be hesitant about things.  He was cautious to a fault.

As everyone departed, Olympia and a few other girls walked up to Blake with a most interesting proposition for him.

“Daddy, we would like to run an idea by you,” Olympia said with a small and sweet voice – hopeful he was going to approve of the idea.

“Okay.  What is it?” Blake asked, looking at all the girls.

“It will take a little while to explain,” Vivian said.

“Maybe we can go back inside and get a table,” Emily suggested.

“Should I be worried at all?” Blake asked with a laugh.

“Noooo,” Olympia said, taking his right arm as he and the girls walked back into the restaurant.

“Would we be able to get another table?” Blake asked the hostess.

“Yes, but we close in a half hour,” the hostess said, surprised they had returned after having been there for three hours already.

“A half hour will be fine,” Ynez said to the hostess.

“Okay,” the hostess said.  “Follow me.”

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Combo AB

Some things go together very well.  I always thought peanut butter and jelly should have been declared a food group for how well they went together. 

Some things don’t go together so well.  Oil and vinegar, for instance.

But bad mixtures aren’t necessarily completely bad.  Whereas peanut butter and jelly blend together in a sandwich to the point where you can’t really taste them separately, when you put oil and vinegar in a sub, you’re actually able to enjoy each flavor separately and would prefer it no other way.

But some things were meant to be together.  Like girls and diapers … or at least that’s my biased opinion about the matter.

As ABDL photo websites emerged, they began to explore this combination to an extreme – getting models who weren’t ABDLers themselves and having them go through the usual routines before putting them in front of a camera.

At first, it seemed like cheating to even look at such pictures.  But it didn’t take these websites very long to discover the winning combination, Combo AB.

We all know what the AB stands and these pictures gave a little bit of each, not allowing either letter to take over.

These models, ABDLers or not, kept the “adult” about their appearances – doing just a bit of the Big girl stuff … the make-up, eye shadow, chiseled eyebrows.

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But they certainly didn’t neglect the “baby” additive to their appearances – the whole reason the photo shoot was even taking place … the diaper, posture, expressions, body language.

By design, they found the ideal looking females with all the right proportions and all of that.  They were tanned and had dirty blonde hair, if not straight blonde.

And unlike what would happen as ABDL media progressed, these photo shoots didn’t paint a complete picture – putting them in a nursery with crib and rocking chair and stuffies galore.  Instead, they kept the focus on the girl in the diaper with the eye shadow.

And it was this decision that caught my attention about this particular set of pictures.

It shows the combination together, balanced and seeming like the A and the B were what made the person visually whole … at least from a fantasy standpoint.  Take the diaper off her and you have a collection of porno nudes.  Take the make-up away and you have all eyes going directly to the crinkly white … essentially no different that the promotional shots you would see when ordering a case of diapers from a website.

Combo AB is a game of balance.  And whether represented in visual or with written word, it’s more rooted in reality than it ever will be in fantasy.

Her face doesn’t matter because you will replace it with the face you want to see.  Her body doesn’t matter because you will put your individual preferences in her place.

But the AB is the combination that turns a glance into a double-take.  And it is the reason we took a second look that keeps our attention.

… Combo AB.

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Precious

Bytemine!  I can say it right away with this one.  It irritates me that I often can’t remember what sites these photo sets came from.  But this time, the pictures were labeled with the site name.

It probably shouldn’t be so difficult to figure out the origins of the pictures – given that there were only a handful of picture sites back then … adultbabysource, bytemine, gordo, skirtzy ……

But they always did a great job of capturing something specific with each set that would make it unique from all the others, even when it was the same model as in other sets.

And most of them were models, not necessarily ABDL in their own personal natures.  I always understood that and was fine with it.  I never once thought: these models aren’t really ABDLers and therefore that ruins it for me.  And the pictures always told a story.

I like a good story.  (There’s a big surprise, huh?)

The girl in this set possesses a lot of attributes that are signals, “attractors” if you will:

  • The tousled hair
  • The eyes glancing upward in “supposed fuss”
  • The flirtatious postures
  • The gaze of receiving attention
  • Easing back into the diaper changing position
  • The embraces
  • The soft shaded clothing
  • The ruffled diaper cover
  • And how it seems she is but half a second away from either laughing or engaging you otherwise

She has that BabyGirl innocence, happily resigned to being kept as such, seen as such, treated as such and craving every bit of attention from it she can get.  She knows she has the presence.  She knows she’s precious.  And this is what makes her so attractive.  Photographed in a theme where confidence might not likely be the mindset to match, she shows poise with such ease that it can only be natural.

While thickly enveloped in cloth diapers and a ruffled cover, she is surrounded by stuffed animals.  Yet everything nearby as well as what she wears doesn’t detract from the feminine wiles she possesses, making her appealing on a more sexual, adult level.

     

But the rules of the Game of Love clearly state that a pursuit is necessary.  And the easy way to begin a pursuit is to give them something they want to chase after.  And her wiles, her make-up, her sculpted eyebrows, her locks her gestures … all are perfected for the hunt.

   

She knows she has the graces.  She knows she’s precious.

And with the same messages of innocence and lust, she also gives off that playful notion that she is bored – an expression that only encourages a guy to hurry up and take action.

Oh, my.  Lest she be any longer in waiting than is necessary.  LOL

The game is more than afoot.  It’s all over her.

   

There’s a visual representation of balance that appeals to many tastes.  And this, among other obvious things, is what makes her seem even more real … like she’s not a model and does indeed subscribe to the BabyGirl lifestyle.

In a lesser poetic statement … she shows the cutesy and she shows the sexy … precious.

25 “Unforgettable Sets”
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