Trigger Pulling

I’ve written before about my first experience of attending a non-vanilla gathering – at a little cafe in the center of Lancaster City.  I was so nervous on that night that I actually had a racing pulse when I walked into that cafe.  And that’s really saying something as it takes a lot to get me nervous.  (I chalk that fearlessness up to quite a few years of productions in theater.)

But I met people at that munch that I am still very close with to this day – years since we met that night. 

And since then, I’ve attended countless festivals, house parties, munches, conventions and other kinky-ish gatherings.  In addition to that, I’ve also gone to a lot of other non-kinky gatherings with those kinky friends I’ve made:  from football games to baseball games, birthday parties, concerts and trips to bars for a few Guinnesses.  ;)

But likely, I never would’ve met any of those people and I never would’ve had any of those experiences if I hadn’t pulled the trigger and gone to that first munch at that little cafe in the center of Lancaster City years ago.

TeddyConI’m writing this to tell you that TeddyCon 2014 will be happening soon – an east coast convention for the ABDL & Age Play Community.  I’m not going to go into the specifics of what TeddyCon is about, since I’ve already written about it before in these postings:

And now … TeddyCon 2014!
Classes and Crafts and Toys … Oh my!
 

October 17-19, 2014 really isn’t that far away.  Yes, it’s not even August yet.  But I will tell you that, at the time I wrote this posting, there were less than 30 tickets left for the convention.

And when it’s sold out, that’s it.

So now is the time to pull the trigger and register for TeddyCon 2014.  For years, I sat on the fence and thought about attending events, but didn’t.  When I finally pulled the trigger and attended my first gathering, so many opportunities opened up to me almost instantly.  I met tons of amazing people and made a lot of friends.

Acceptance … that thing we all want so very much in our lives … was waiting for me.  I just had to pull the trigger … figuratively speaking, of course.

TeddyCon 2014
Dates:  Friday, October 17th – Sunday, October 19th, 2014
Webpage:  http://teddycon.org/
FetLife Event Link: https://fetlife.com/events/234434
FetLife Group Link:  https://fetlife.com/groups/75248
TeddyCon Profile:  https://fetlife.com/users/2381294
 

I truly hope to see you there.

Blessings,
Zorro Daddy

Finding All the Right Words to Say

Finding All the Right Words to SayTaken from the forthcoming:

The ABDL Apartment Book 2

here is a little story about finding unspoken words.

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Finding All the Right Words to Say –

April 1st

“Thank you,” Sidney said to the pharmacist as she grabbed the white prescriptions bags, then rushing out of Smiley’s pharmacy.

Sidney had become a little paranoid about getting pregnant and she had begun taking every precaution she could think of.

“Did you get the same ones?” Dixie said, looking in both white bags as they headed up the street to Sam’s Pizzeria.

“I think so,” Sidney said, keeping Dixie moving as they had a tight schedule to keep that night.

“Yuppers,” Dixie said, reading the bottle labels. “MooooNessaaaa.”

“Okay, let’s go over a few things so we don’t get behind,” Sidney said, stopping in front of the pizzeria. “We’re gonna go in here, get the pizzas and double-time it back to the apartment. We’re gonna take the pizzas into Violet’s apartment and then we’re gonna get everyone eating so we can get ready down in Violet’s apartment.”

“Right,” Dixie said. “And then we’re gonna get ready and leave from her apartment no later than 7:45 pm. I got it, Sis.”

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Just Moments Away

09The fact that she maxed out all of her Daddy’s credit cards in a single day wasn’t the reason she had spent the last hour – standing in the corner with an extremely sore bottom.

The fact that she threw a hissy fit in the mall when she heard the word “no” wasn’t the reason she spent an hour that afternoon on a time out chair.

The fact that she swore like a sailor wasn’t the reason why she spent the first half hour, after getting home from work, with a bar of soap in her mouth.

The fact that she deliberately wet her panties in the grocery store yesterday just to be put back in a diaper when they got home wasn’t the reason that her panty drawer was now completely empty.

And now, as the door bell rang, she lowered her chin and frowned – not because she was about to be humiliated in front of her friends and not because a picture of her standing in the corner in her diaper had already been texted to her friends, but because her frown was fake.

She was more than happy to be humiliated and was more than happy to be punished, but she would have to keep up the frowning act until every last guest that evening have left their house.

It wasn’t easy living with a secret.  And more than anything else, she wanted to live openly about it.  And that made her feel very small, very incomplete.  But on this night, she would be helplessly discovered – filling her heart with a secret joy that would keep all her thoughts little.

And it would make her tingle in silly places.
It would make her heart beat with the pace of a galloping horse.
It would take her breath away.
It would spin her senses and make her dizzy.
It would make her fidgety – in turn, making her crinkle.
It would be thoroughly humiliating for her.
 

And it all was just moments away.

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25 “Little Thoughts”

Mind Over Matter

Mind Over MatterTaken from the forthcoming:

The ABDL Apartment Book 2

here is a little story about the strengths we have – even when we can’t see them about ourselves.

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Mind Over Matter -

It was March 8th, International Women’s Day worldwide. And in theme of such, Violet proudly moved back into her first floor apartment – Sidney & Reece and Dallas & Dixie helping to carry her belongings back down from Dallas & Dixie’s third floor apartment in the building.

Violet took one step back into the first floor apartment and froze in horror as memories of the last time she was there flooded her mind. The others kept bring arm-fulls of her possessions back down to the apartment as she slowly walked around the living room, remembering all-too-vividly the night that Van, her ex-boyfriend, pinned her down in that room and choked her out – all while being high on whatever drug he had taken that night.

But the reassuring fact remained that these were just memories of the past. Van was gone, arrested and awaiting his day in court. And to ensure that he would never again set foot in that apartment or anywhere in that apartment building, Violet filed a restraining order against him. So, the next logical step to take, now that she had removed him from her life, was to remove him from her memories as well. That was a task far easier said than done, however. Yeah, he was abusive. But that hideous truth wasn’t enough to eradicate the happy memories she had with him. She and Van had been together for a few years and while moving on was a necessity for Violet, it still wasn’t enough to prevent her from thinking back happily on a lot of fond remembrances with Van. And this was her greatest challenge of all: To ignore the sparse happiness of her past in order to not refute the open possibilities of her future.

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Climax

ClimaxNina is a Midwest sweetheart. But as a recent college graduate, her forthcoming summer employment will teach her how much she still has to learn about herself, about others, about love and about life. With a head-full of fantasy and a heart-full of secrets, Nina travels up to Michigan – completely unaware of the life-changing events to follow.

For eight weeks, she will dance, sing, perform, jump off waterfalls, gaze up at stars, daydream of imminent fetish nights, take road trips, have sex in a cabin, have sex in a kitchen, have sex in the sand and sex in the water.

Bringing along a “suitcase of secrets”, her diapers will crinkle. Her heart will pound faster and faster. She’ll lose her breath and then catch it again. Her legs will raise up. Her thighs will part. She’ll spend time on her knees. And maybe, if the friend she meets on that golf course is right, just maybe … she’ll fall in love during her summer in Climax.

KindleNook – Ibook – PDF EbookSmashwordsKobo

Samples:
Unexpected Opportunities
At First Sight
Fetish Nights
No Deeper Truth

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TheHodgePodge Series

The Dynamic Story From Sun Up to Sun Down   Deja Vu Lucy The ABDL Apartment Book 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
Lucy
The ABDL Apartment Book
BabyLove
Country Rose
Climax

I Never Would’ve Known

You dream. You realize. And then you dream again. Eventually, if you keep dreaming, you find what you were looking for. And more importantly, you find who you were looking for.

Along the way, you encounter times that may be hard to deal with, but it goes to show you that what you felt, you felt so deeply and so unremittingly that your mind meant what it thought, your eyes wept for what they saw, your ears collected the echoes of what they heard, your lips spoke the truth, your senses were affected by your experiences, your hands cherished what they touched and what they wrote and your heart meant what it felt.

You cherish the things that mean more to you than anything else. You take the breath away from those whose attention and love you desire. You give of yourself until you feel drained, but you do so because you want her to be happy and you want her to feel loved.

I’m grateful for the love I’ve shared, the love I have and the love that will always remain.

I’m grateful for dreaming and for continuing to do so … because if I had never dreamed, I would’ve never known what that kind of love felt like.

Where You Were Meant to Be

I’ve lost track of the number of nights in my life which ended with me watching the sunrise. Nowadays, it is primarily by choice that I am up all night, but that wasn’t always the case.

When I was in middle school, I began to have trouble getting to sleep and it would be nearly midnight or 1 am before I would finally get to sleep. And it wasn’t until college that I was diagnosed with a sleeping disorder called Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome. It’s an onset insomnia in that I can’t fall asleep, but once I do, I’m out like a light.

I’ve learned to make the most of this condition. Nighttime is always a gift for the writer in me. It is the stillness and the calm of the nighttime which enables me to put the stories in my head down on paper, or I suppose into a computer, more literally.

But there are nights when I can’t find any words to type into this laptop, at least not in story format.  A lack of a story to write doesn’t stop me from thinking, however. I wish it did sometimes. It is now that I have time to reflect on the journeys for which I have taken and the future ones which I have yet to begin.

I think a lot of times we are so eager to get to our destination that we neglect to enjoy the trip it takes to get where we are going.  Or more importantly, where we began.

Everyone has their own story to tell and I have been fortunate in having communicated with quite a few ABDL-ers over the past few years. Each and every one of them was unique in their own way. And I find it fascinating how people discovered this little “interest”.

I have the fortune of being in a relationship with a BabyGirl who spins my senses around, takes my breath away, leaves me dizzy … and then does it all again.  The time I spend with her, brief as it may be sometimes, has yielded memories and new experiences that always remain with me … as does she in my heart.

I recall the first munch I went to.  It seemed like such an insurmountable challenge just to go to it and afterwards, how foolish I felt for not having gone to a munch sooner.

The people I have met and the friendships formed have been worth the time it took to get where I am.  Along the way, the toughest lesson learned has been that some things weren’t meant to be.  But there’s plenty of roads to travel and plenty of journey still ahead of me.  And though there have been dead ends, at last, I have someone who wants to sit in the passenger’s seat of my Volvo … for the journey and for the long haul.

Where am I headed? Hmm. Probably on a roundabout course which will lead to the place where I am supposed to end up. LOL But half the reward of the journey is not knowing where you are headed, just that when you get there, you’ll know it’s where you were meant to be.