So much more to it than that

To Pad or Not To PadTo pad or not to pad, that is the question. LOL

Okay, maybe I won’t take Shakespeare and add the ABDL twist to his prose. But I’ve found it remarkable how the question of the diaper itself has come up again and again.

Is it possible to be an adult baby without doing the diaper thing?

Of course it is. As with every aspect of ABDL and age play, there’s no wrong way to do it. There are simply ways that are right for you and ways that are right for others.

But everything sort of seems to go together without effort sometimes. As I was writing something this morning, I got to a passage that dealt with the article of discussion … the disposable diaper. And as I wrote this passage, I thought back to that question of whether the diaper was necessary.

You decide the answer to that question. Here’s my take on it:

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The Rapid-Fire BabyGirl – Part Two of Two

The ABDL Nympho Book 2

here is a little story about faith, about saving one’s self and about the reward that keeps sending you back to the summit.


The Rapid-Fire BabyGirlPart Two

(Start with Part One)

The very moment Sage relaxed her frame on the table, she suddenly sat straight up as Sebastian pulled his stiffness out of her canal and then plunged it back inside her with a force that made clear how gentleness was done for the night. She hadn’t even ballooned all the way down from her first orgasm and there was no desire in his eyes to allow her down from that summit. Flustered, affectionate and emotionally charged with that deep sense of love a girl was often consumed by when after an orgasm, Sage panted for air – her frame being rocked back-n-forth. His aggression had increased and with it, her wetness. The softness of her swell, still a little sore from the first time, gave way to his rock-hard penetrations as her second climb would be a little less about emotional connections and more about getting some.

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They already know.

06The BabyGirl had been a complete fusspot since they left home.  Today was to be a “catch-up” day for she and her Daddy as they had a lot of small errands to run all over the place.

But it just hadn’t turned out to be a good day at all for her.  She couldn’t seem to stay on task and she had all-but given up on making her hair look right.  And on top of that, she was desperately in need of a nap.

But it wasn’t until they got to the Slow-Mart that she started to throw a tantrum.

“Daddy, I’m not happy,” the BabyGirl pouted, crossing her arms in front of her as she followed her Daddy into the baby section for supplies.

“Aww,” her Daddy said, reaching to the shelves and filling his cart with a few containers of baby wipes.  “Why are you unhappy?”

“Because they didn’t have the kind of apple juice I wanted at the grocery store.  And they didn’t have the right colors of Kandi beads I needed at the arts-n-crafts store.  And they didn’t give me the right girl toy in my Happy Meal,” she fussed, waddling by him and plopping down on her thickly-diapered bottom in the middle of the baby section.  “I have a wedgie and I’m wet and I crinkle when I walk and people can see my diapee whenever I bend over.”

Her Daddy knelt down in front of her and placed the rubber nipple of her pacifier to her pouty, bottom lip.

“Open,” he said calmly and softly, the baby parting her lips and taking the nipple in her mouth as her eyes welled with tears.  “It isn’t always easy being a baby, is it?”

The pouty Princess shook her head no at his question.

“Aww, Princess.  I’m sorry,” her Daddy said, embracing her and then picking her up.

He carried her back to the shopping cart and put her in the child seat as he continued shopping.

“Are you wondering if people have figured out that you’re my BabyGirl?” her Daddy asked, the teary-eyed girl nodding and then giving him the biggest little girl hug she could muster.  “It’s okay, baby.  Because no matter what they think, they know they’ll never feel love the way you do, they’ll never feel happiness the way you do and they’ll never find that perfect place in this world as you have found for yourself.”

The BabyGirl sniffled but smiled.  Her Daddy was right.  There were far more pros than cons to being a crinkly cutie.

“But I wouldn’t worry anymore if people have figured out if you’re a baby or not,” her Daddy said, wiping away her tears before they streamed down her cheeks.  “They already know.”

The BabyGirl smiled again, tinkling herself with a new-found happiness.  What a wonderful way of looking at it all.


25 “Little Thoughts”

What She Set Her Mind to Do

What She Set Her Mind to DoTaken from:  Country Rose

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here is a little story about making your mind up and then setting the “wheel” in motion.


What She Set Her Mind to Do -

Early August -

The heat of summer was at its worst. Even in the shade, it felt like 95 degrees. And inside her little pottery building with that mini-kiln a-blazing away, Rose was hot – “Always hot” as Emmitt would put it. Boston was still on her mind, but it truly was just memories, at this point. She was a Country Rose now and she had found a place she could call her own, a place where she truly belonged … inside a little pottery building, sitting on a stool and spinning wet clay.
Thinking ahead, she had put her hair up into two high pigtails at the back of her head, to keep her hair off her neck. Her white tank top was drenched, clinging to her frame with the same sweat that made her glisten from head to toe. And of course, she was wearing one of her little pink diapers. Yes, the diaper kept her bottom extremely warm, but she could no longer help herself. Impulses and instinct had all melted away from her thoughts. And now, that which happened to her was … simply how it was supposed to be. She had found quite a bit of freedom in acceptance and in submission, placing all her concerns in the dream catcher that she had hung above her bed and on the dreamweaver mobile that hung above her crib in Emmitt’s house.

The compulsion to move out of her little cottage and move in with him had crossed her mind, once or twice. But she had just gotten there and didn’t want to skip over any steps in the process of courting. If some day, Emmitt were to ask her to move in with him, she would gladly do it, but until then, she would happily remain his BabyGirl, tucked away in the little cottage across the pond.

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The Rapid-Fire BabyGirl – Part One of Two

RapidFireTaken from the forthcoming:

The ABDL Nympho Book 2

here is a little story about faith, about saving one’s self and about the reward that keeps sending you back to the summit.


The Rapid-Fire BabyGirlPart One

An entire month! That’s 30 days – just a bit more than 4 weeks – 720 hours – 43,200 minutes – 2,592,000 seconds – 22 days of work and 8 days off … but no matter how a month was tabulated, it was way too long to be separated from the one you loved.

Sage stood at the screen door at the back of the kitchen, staring longingly at the skinny stone driveway that led up to the house. The middle of the driveway had grown up with grass, one of countless reasons as to why she was ready to move. And while their house was located at the quiet, rural end of Long Lane, Sage was growing ever-more anxious to plant her roots elsewhere. This chapter of her life was over. And change was desperately needed.

But some things would always remain the same. They needed to remain that way in order for her to survive.

Standing in that kitchen doorway, the main entrance to their little house, Sage was silhouetted by the overhead light behind her. But if details could’ve been seen, they would’ve shown her – wearing her diaper, her earrings … and nothing else. Blowing on her fingernails to ensure that the fresh coat of red nail polish would dry before he got home, Sage looked at the last beams of sunset over the horizon of trees in the distance, nibbling her lower lip – lost in more thoughts than she could process, just then.

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The Kind of Girl You Bring Home to Meet Your Mother

Taken from:  Zeke and Lily (Book Four): Her Diary

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here is a diary entry Lily made about a very important day when she met her present and her future. This entry is written in Lily’s words.


The Kind of Girl You Bring Home to Meet Your Mother –

Entry Three – September 12th

Dear Diary,

I just had a most relaxing morning. I really didn’t do much, just hung out here at the house and zoned on the couch. I have a lot on my mind right now. Next week, I got to the doctor again and he will tell me if my treatments are having any effect on the illness I have.

So today, I asked Zeke if he would take me on a trip and make it a surprise. He said he would. So I sat there for a while and tried to guess where he would take me. I heard him talking on his cell phone to someone in the bedroom.

Then he came out with a t-shirt, one of my bras, one of his light blue button down shirts, and a pair of jeans! I was amazed. He never likes me to be in pants, but recently has put me in jeans a couple of times when we’ve gone out. My legs haven’t been covered very much since he brought me home from the hospital. -giggle- I like the way that sounds. :) It makes me feel like his baby.

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The ABDL Apartment Book 2

The ABDL Apartment Book 2Violet, Sidney and Dixie - The trio BabyGirls of Darkness, Sex and Yittleness, return and their stories pick up right where book one left them off.

Violet is having a great deal of difficulty adjusting from the recent events in her life. Having spent several weeks as a recluse, she begins down a pathway to becoming completely detached from life altogether. In an effort to snap her out of her funk, Sidney and Dixie drag her out of the ABDL apartment and force her to start living life again.

Throughout the rest of the spring semester, there are challenges that the three girls make of each other, tempting fate and, in the process, bringing Violet back from the emotionally dead. Along the way, they visit porn shoppes, go to art expos, have a spanking competition, slumber parties, fetish nights of wild sex, face bisexual feelings that emerge, wage a battle of the sexes challenge, get diapered, coddled, tied down, regressed and ravaged.

And then they do all it again.

The ABDL Apartment Book 2 continues the story of three kinky college couples who live in a 3-story apartment building, learning of themselves, of others and exploring all the possibilities that life can offer them.

Mind Over Matter
Finding All the Right Words to Say
The Moment of Truth and the Humiliation that Followed
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Catch up with Book One in this series:

The ABDL Apartment Book

The ABDL Apartment BookHazel Ridge Lane has hosted quite a few unruly tenants from the nearby college in all of its years as affordable, off-campus housing.  But everything that residential area has ever seen and known is about to be turned on its head as three couples move into an apartment building and make kinkiness their dynamic way of life.  They learned the dynamic they share has different levels, but when all put under the same roof, there will be drama … in diapers.

Sample:  Drama In Diapers

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The HodgePodge Series

The Dynamic Story From Sun Up to Sun Down   Deja Vu Lucy The ABDL Apartment BookThe ABDL Apartment Book 2 BabyLove Country Rose Climax
The Dynamic Story
From Sun Up to Sun Down: The ABDL 3-Way Experience
That’s When I Knew …
Late Friday Evening … Early Saturday Morning
Johnny and the Princess
Deja Vu: Inamorata to Illuminati
The ABDL Apartment Book
The ABDL Apartment Book 2
Country Rose