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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
 

 

 

 

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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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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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.

25 “Unforgettable Sets”
The Pictures Stories

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”
The Pictures Stories

Lil Goldie’s Sparkles

Lil GoldieTaken from:

ABDL BedTime StoriesThe Tangled Fairy Tales

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here is a little story about how to sparkle in the sunshine and how to “bear” the unexpected.

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“These quizzes are dumb,” Kaitlin said, tossing the magazine aside and yawning.

Taz kissed her forehead and got up from the bed.

“Let me go get you a nightshirt,” he said, walking back to the bedroom.

Kaitlin lied there and reflected on the past few minutes, how tingly she was to be a naked BabyGirl as he diapered her and how good it felt to be naked in front of him. Then her sweet sentiments of thought led into the fresh memory of how funny he sounded reading from that magazine. Thought it hurt to laugh, laughing felt good. And he always knew how to make her laugh, even when he had no idea how he was doing it. But either way, she felt better. The fever was gone and though she was still sick, she had made it through the worst of it and was heading out of the woods.

The woods! The thought of the woods brought to her mind the tangled fairy tales he had told. Grabbing the ibuprofen, she willfully swallowed two more – figuring that he was getting her a nightshirt so she wouldn’t be cold when she slept. Yawning again, she nestled down – waiting for his return and hoping he would tell her another tangled fairy tale before she drifted off to sleep again.

“Here’s a quiz question for you,” Taz said, returning from the bedroom with the tiniest, pinkest baby-t he could find. “What is it about an Irish Girl that is so enchanting? Perhaps the long hair?”

“But you’d like another color than red, huh?” Kaitlin asked, sitting up and raising her arms as he gathered the baby-t in his hands and brought it down over her frame.

In the process of being dressed, her head began to spin and as soon as he saw her swooning, Taz put his hand behind her neck and eased her back down onto the pull-out mattress.

“I don’t care what the color is … so long as it’s long,” he whispered sweetly, brushing her bangs off her forehead. “So long as I can run my fingers through it and smell the shampoo you used.”

“You wouldn’t want these locks to be blonde?” she said, holding up the ends of her hair.

“You would look just as beautiful as you do now,” Taz said, the lightbulb coming on inside his mind suddenly. “Do you want your hair to be blonde?”

“I wouldn’t mind trying out the Goldilocks thing,” Kaitlin said, giving him a wink.

The gears began to crank in Taz’s mind, his eyes showing how he was already cooking up another story. Kaitlin grabbed her pacifier, plunked it in her mouth, flipped over on her tummy and covered herself with a blanket. Resting the side of her face on her pillow, she awaited the next tangled fairy tale to begin. Taz sat next to her on the bed and she shifted her head over on to his thigh, using it as her pillow instead. He tucked her curly red hair behind her ear and ran the fingers of his right hand through it.

“Once Upon A Time,” he began, Kaitlin wiggling uncontrollably with excitement.

Oh, what would the fairy tale be this time? How would he tangle it and twist it? How would it begin? How would it end? The questions in her heart were endless.

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Country Rose 7

Rose, the city girl from Bean town who moved to Southern Pines, NC and became a country rose, and Emmitt her Cowboy Daddy, a horse wrangler who still has a habit of taking off his shirt, return for their 7th installment in this ABDL Romance Series.

May has just ended and summer will soon be upon them.  Rose and Emmitt are at their usual flirtatious best.  But there is a bit of trouble on the horizon that affects them both separately.

Rose’s business, Country Rose Pottery, encounters a problem and she is forced to make a decision that would likely affect her employees as well as her standing in the local community.

Befriending two of her employees, Rose leans on them for support.  But she leans heavily on Emmitt, as always.

At the same time, Emmitt runs into a snag with the contract he had to tend to the horses on his farm and suddenly, they may be forced to move away from their dream home.

All of this wreaks havoc on Rose’s heart and soul.  And she will not only need Emmitt to be that strong Cowboy Daddy she married, but she will also need to find strength within herself to weather the storm ahead.

Country Rose 7 shows how determination is what the best strength is made of, real friendship is what remains when everything else has left and love is all that is needed.

Country Rose 7 is also a very sexually-charged tale.  Even when the world is burning all around, it is never as hot as what’s going on in their bedroom.

Join Rose and Emmitt as their Daddy/BabyGirl romance now blooms into the trials of sustaining the life they worked so hard to build.

Sample:
A Sunday in Southern Pines

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Country Rose Country Rose 2 Country Rose 3 Country Rose 4 Country Rose 5

Country Rose
Country Rose 2
Country Rose 3
Country Rose 4
Country Rose 5
Country Rose 6
Country Rose 7

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If you like The Country Rose Series,  I’d also recommend checking out two other ABDL Romance series:

Zeke and Lily: Once Upon a BeginningThe Mia Series - Book One.

The Zeke & Lily Saga

The Mia Series

 

The Mommy Grats: The Creole Crawl 3

The Dynamic Story of Dominique & Winnie continues. (The Creole Crawl, The Creole Crawl 2)

And as the good weather approaches New Orleans, Winnie gears up for summer classes, exploring the French Quarter a lot more as well as exploring her life-changing love for Dominique with a desire to do more than just assume the role of a BabyGirl.

Winnie wants to be born again and in her quest for renewal, she develops an even greater satisfying connection with Dominique – one that speaks of instinct and one that challenges her to be all that she has ever wanted to be.

This is not a Daddy & BabyGirl story.  It’s the polar opposite, but the dynamic remains the same.

Sample: Instinct

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 The Mommy Grats

Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 1 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 2 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 3 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 4 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 5
     Boy Toy          Boy Toy 2          Boy Toy 3         Boy Toy 4        Boy Toy 5
 
 

      Crush 1               Crush 2

 
Mommy Grats - Girl Power 1
  Girl Power     
 

      Creole 1              Creole 2             Creole 3

 
    Pathway 1         Pathway 2

 

 

 

The “Diego” of a Daddy

In Zorro stories (including the movies), Esperanza was the wife of Diego de la Vega. Diego was a wealthy landowner in California in the early 1800’s. He was an aristocrat by day, and a masked bandit named Zorro by night.
In each of these stories, Diego’s love for Esperanza not only superseded his wealth as a landowner and his heroic deeds as Zorro, but it was she who inspired him to be a better individual and a better man.

Esperanza gave Diego strength and their love for one another grew. Unlike most wealthy people, Diego and Esperanza never forgot who they were and why they first fell in love with each other.
And behind the masked bandit was the inspiration which enabled him to be a hero … His beloved bride.

They existed in a world they created and sculpted and governed with Chivalry. Their passion for one another was all-consuming. They made their own destiny and controlled how it went: fierce and driven – like the tango, everlasting and enduring of whatever came their way.
They were a pair of souls who breathed as one.
People ask me why I chose Zorro as a username and Author name. And my response is always the same:
Zorro represents a life spent doing two things:

  • defending something
  • in pursuit of something

Zorro defends what he knows is right, He is the strength for the weak and the voice for the voiceless. He encompasses Chivalry and makes the sacrifices of self, when necessary, to ensure that justice finds no parallel.
He is a romantic hero, but what on Earth does any of this have to do with ABDL?
Quite simply stated … her.

The effect Esperanza had on Diego de la Vega was to provide for him the answers he would seek for questions he hadn’t asked, to make his eyes open in the morning and to put on the mask of a bandit in order to do the work of a hero.
It is this concept of unconditional and undying love which I use as a guide when writing the story lines of the cluster of books I call:
“The Sagas”

The Zeke and Lily Saga
The Mia Series
Johnny & the Princess
Gabriel & Gina
Country Rose
Daddy Issues
Climax
BabyLove
Crimson
Snake Eyes
50 Things To Do With Your BabyGirl On A Saturday Night
The Adventure of Penny
A Girl Named Love

The “Diego” of a Daddy is to find that altering love in a BabyGirl, to protect her from all things unkind (which, from time-to-time, includes protection from herself), to eliminate her insecurities, to wrap her in a blanket of security which enables her to be free within, to build a fortress around her while breaking down her personal defenses, to make her know that she is loved unlike anyone else in this world …
… and of course … to change her diaper when she wets herself.

The Mommy Grats: The Creole Crawl 2

Return to the French Quarter and to The Creole Crawl Bar & Grille for a little Cherry Pie and some Cajun Spice.

Picking up the story where The Creole Crawl left off, Dominique & Winnie continue to grow together, bonding their hearts to what the other has to offer.  Winnie begins to deal with insecurities about having a love for girls – a piece of her soul that is warmly accepted in New Orleans, but her greatest struggle is how to tell the world, namely her friends & family.  Dominique remains her lover, her support and her friend, but begins to see how Winnie is more than just a BabyGirl to care for.  Within Winnie’s heart is something Dominique needs and has been looking for.

This is not a Daddy & BabyGirl story.  It’s the polar opposite, but the dynamic remains the same.

Sample:  Planting the Seeds

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 The Mommy Grats

Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 1 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 2 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 3 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 4 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 5
     Boy Toy          Boy Toy 2          Boy Toy 3         Boy Toy 4        Boy Toy 5
 
 

      Crush 1               Crush 2

 
Mommy Grats - Girl Power 1
  Girl Power     
 

      Creole 1              Creole 2             Creole 3

 
    Pathway 1         Pathway 2

 

 

 

The Mommy Grats: The Creole Crawl

As with all of The Mommy Grats Books, The Creole Crawl shows a combination of characters other than Daddy and BabyGirl.  In this case, it’s Mommy and BabyGirl.

Some wild horses will never be tamed.  And it’s not because they can’t be tamed.  It’s because they’re not supposed to be.  Within many hearts is a need to keep gypsy thoughts of searching for the happiness believed to be in the future.

When Winnie, a simple Midwest girl, attends college in New Orleans, she enters into a world far less simple than anything she’s ever been exposed to.  Within her heart are wild horses needing to be freed & her decision to pursue the future will only be possible when she stops looking over her shoulder at where she’s been.

Early in the semester, she wanders into a college town bar called The Creole Crawl.  She meets the bar owner, an early-30s lady named Dominique, and suddenly their worlds collide.  Together they share secrets and Dominique shows Winnie how to get to the point where she will be able to let her wild horses go and settle down or to the point where she knows it’s time to keep searching for her happiness elsewhere.

Along the way, they discover a dynamic which fits them both perfectly.  But what will Winnie’s decision be and will she be ready to let her wild horses go when the decision must be made?

Sample:  “Taming Wild Horses”

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 The Mommy Grats

Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 1 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 2 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 3 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 4 Mommy Grats - Boy Toy 5
     Boy Toy          Boy Toy 2          Boy Toy 3         Boy Toy 4        Boy Toy 5
 
 

      Crush 1               Crush 2

 
Mommy Grats - Girl Power 1
  Girl Power     
 

      Creole 1              Creole 2             Creole 3

 
    Pathway 1         Pathway 2

 

 

A Sunday in Southern Pines

Taken from the ABDL romance sequel:

Country Rose 7

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here is a little story about a red-n-white checkered two piece outfit, a tenderloin and a good reason to make sure her diaper wasn’t showing that day.

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Part One –
“Country Cookout”

Sunday, May 31st

It was a beautiful Sunday evening.  And in Southern Pines, North Carolina, the temperature was a comfortable 78 degrees – the heat of the day having broken and all humidity having retreated into the coming night.  A warm breeze swept across the horse farm and made ideal the conditions for a cookout.

The smell of burning charcoal floated gently through the farmhouse, saturating Rose’s mouth with that first sense of hunger as she stood in front of the floor-length mirror in their bedroom.  Slipping into a red-n-white checkered crop top with poofy short sleeves, she resituated her boobs inside it – primping and lifting and fluffing until she got the look that completely satisfied her.  Then stepping into a matching red-n-white checkered short flowy skirt, she zipped up the back of it – turning around and looking back over her right shoulder at her reflection in the mirror.  For once in her life, she didn’t want her pink diapered bottom showing at all below the lower hem of the skirt.  Normally, it didn’t matter to her, but today it did.  As she found out, this wasn’t an easy task to accomplish – given the skirt’s short length and her diaper’s span of the middle of her body.

Pulling down on the waistline of the skirt, she managed to cover the very bottom of her diaper.  But in doing so, now the waistline of her diaper was sticking out from the top of the skirt, so she pulled the skirt back up – then standing up on her tippy toes, hoping that the bottom of her diaper would be hidden.  And indeed, it was.

However, she couldn’t spend the whole day walking around on her tippy toes.  So, the problem wasn’t solved.  Ugh!  This was what those #BabyGirlProblems tweets were about!  She was absolutely sure of it and now understood what they were getting at. It seemed no matter what she did, either the top or the bottom of her diaper was going to be showing.  And it was frustrating, really frustrating.

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Daddy Issues: The Fine Art of Give and Receive

Daddy IssuesTaken from the ABDL romance saga: 

Daddy Issues

(Available on:  Kindle and Kindle Unlimited )

here is a little story about a pursuit that was … long overdue.

“Long Overdue”

Sunday, 5pm

The Great American Diner. That was the meeting place agreed upon by both of them, Drake and Emma.

It was a comfortable setting for their first face-to-face meeting.  Oh, they had spent quite a bit of time in the past month  – exchanging emails, Skyping and talking on the phone.  But their schedules just didn’t seem to wanna line up … until now.  And The First Date was long overdue.  But unlike many shotgun decisions, they knew a lot about each other before that night.  So they weren’t strangers at all, but the physical meeting hadn’t taken place yet.  And it was time.

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The Waddling Dead, Season Three – On Kindle Unlimited

After having received a few requests from people, asking if I was going to publish The Waddling Dead Season One Story, I put it up on Kindle Unlimited.

Then I put The Waddling Dead Season Two Story on Kindle Unlimited.

And now, following that same decision again, I have published The Waddling Dead Season Three on Kindle Unlimited as well.

This will give people the opportunity to read them in an ebook format, if they so choose.

The Waddling Dead Season Three on Kindle Unlimited

But if you aren’t subscribed to Kindle Unlimited or if you don’t have an ebook reader, you can find this story in two other places:

  1. There is a Waddling Dead group on FetLife where you can join and/or read the gruesome, crinkly tales:
    The Waddling Dead Stories on FetLife
  2. Or you can read them here on my website:
    The Waddling Dead Stories

So what is The Waddling Dead?

Each season is a multi-episode ABDL zombie tale that follows a group of college sorority girls as they battle the undead … while wearing diapers, of course.

The season three story picks up where the second season left off with Britney and all the sorority girls being taken away from Harris Regional Hospital by military escort.

They are transported to a military hospital for treatment and medical attention and then they are mysteriously taken away to another location.

It winds up being a secret military base in the mountains of Connecticut where the girls are used as lab specimens as the military tries to turn the zombie virus into a weapon.

And for a third time, Britney and the girls are forced to fight for their lives as the virus spreads across the base.  But the military has been experimenting with the virus and now a third strain enters the mix.

From military hangar holding cells to Connecticut woods to a mountain top climax where Britney enters a blood bath battle with multiple zombies, The Waddling Dead Season Three take the ABDL zombie story line and infects the situation worse.

Join Britney as she shows you how a few diapered girls can kick a virus’s ass.

The Waddling Dead Season One on Kindle Unlimited
The Waddling Dead Season Two on Kindle Unlimited
The Waddling Dead Season Three on Kindle Unlimited

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…………………….. The ABDL Twisted Books

The ABDL MedFet Book   The ABDL MedFet Book 2   The ABDL MedFet Book 3   The ABDL MedFet Book 4   The ABDL MedFet Book 5  
   MF 1         MF 2         MF 3         MF 4         MF 5          MF 6

The ABDL Nympho Book 1   The ABDL Nympho Book 2   The ABDL Nympho Book 3      
 Nym 1       Nym 2       Nym 3       Dead       Dead 2     Dead 3

The ABDL Horror Book    The ABDL Pet Play Book   The Voice   Tales With A Twist   
Horror     Pet Play     Voice        Twist      3some       Stolen

If you like these books, you may want to check out:

The Dark Age Play Series