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The One – Part 3 of 3

The OneTaken from the forthcoming: Country Rose 3

here is a little story about answering the most important question of all.

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The One Part Three

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And the more she thought about it, the more she dared herself to think of the future, of a lifetime together with him, of that biological clock and of every little desire that normally would’ve spun her head in circles. But before he ever crossed the threshold of the front door of the farm house, Rose knew that not only was her head about to be spun by him again but also her senses and every other part of her being.

Oh, my. The welcome home was the only reason she ever allowed him to leave the horse farm on business trips, to begin with.

“I missed ya horribly, Rosie,” Emmitt whispered in her ear, sending warm breath down the side of her neck and onto her sternum.

“I missed you too, Daddy,” Rose whispered back, her voice already turning little but with a steadily-growing lustful tone.

“An’ I was so worried,” Emmitt admitted as he set her to her feet and began to slowly back her up towards the island table in the center of the kitchen.

“Why?” Rose asked with a tone now added a breathy quality to its lustfulness.

They both knew there would be no further work done on the horse farm for the rest of that day or of the coming night. There were far more important things that needed to be done … again … and again … and again … until neither of them could do anything more. Time wasn’t the issue, nor interruptions. They had the rest of life to pace out. But then again, there was no better time than the present. And sometimes, pacing things only put off the pleasure that could be enjoyed as opposed to finding longevity. In other words, it was going to feel very good. It was wanted. It was needed. And it was time.

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The One – Part 2 of 3

The OneTaken from the forthcoming: Country Rose 3 here is a little story about answering the most important question of all. ————— The One Part Two (Start with Part One) Rose jumped into her Jeep and slammed on the gas, stirring up a cloud of dust as she sped down James Creek Road – having made record time in getting a shower, getting dressed and getting made up for a quick appearance in public. It really wasn’t that difficult to get ready so swiftly. But the way Rose saw it, there really wasn’t a usual reason to get ready in a hurry – unless she was racing against time or a business closing for the day. She had spent far too much of her life in a hurry up in New England, but down here, things moved at a pace that enabled the human condition to be remembered. This particular little trip, however, legitimately required a little lickety-split. So, she moved fast. Blaring Sheryl Crow’s If It Makes You Happy, she bee-lined her way to the edge of town and then started driving the speed limit when she knew she would make it to the Southern Pines Post Office by 4pm. Fresh out of the shower, with the wind drying and tousling her hair, Rose pulled on the lapels of her light blue jean jacket, shifting to work the light flowing casual dress out from underneath her seated position – her freshly powdered and freshly pink-diapered bottom plopping down on the seat as she came to a red light. Slipping her bare feet into the pair of brown sandals she always kept in her Jeep, she looked in the rear view mirror – quickly checking her obligatory application of light flirting make-up any girl would put on before going out into public. Continue Reading …

The One – Part 1 of 3

The OneTaken from the forthcoming: Country Rose 3

here is a little story about answering the most important question of all.

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The One Part One

May 15th

One year and two weeks ago, life began for Rose Bedford. Well, it actually began again for her. It took massive relocation from New England to the Southeast, re-establishment of self, new employment and a new outlook on everything for her to pull the lever and reset her life. But it had to be done. And all of this Rose did with the absolute disapproval of her family and friends. Despite how difficult the drastic changes sounded, they were actually quite easy to do and to adapt to. All she needed was to meet a cowboy who had a deep southern accent, a gaze in his eyes that melted her and this wonderfully bad habit of taking his shirt. And suddenly, everything fell into place, once again.

Emmitt was his name and the day Rose met him, her life began anew … as his BabyGirl and as the essence of each-n-every heartbeat within his chest.

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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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On the Way

I write this out at 5 am on the morning of the day I drive out to CAPCon 2015.

One of my favorite times of year is spring, but specifically, right at its beginning.  It is then that I know winter is over.  I’ve remarked before that I have a tendency to get cold easily, going so far as to label mid-October until mid-April as The Shiver Season – that little known fifth season that not everybody experiences.

But warmth is on the way and soon, air conditioning will become a quasi-necessity.  Ah yes.  And no matter what happens outside, I have a tendency to put the current weather into the current stories I’m writing.  This isn’t always the case, but it’s more often than not.

And currently, there are two stories on the mind – one launching a new saga series forward and one concluding another that I’ve held near to my heart for several years now.

In April, I will release Country Rose 3.

Country Rose is the story of Rose Bedford –  a simple girl who walked the concrete streets of yesterday to find her golden fields of today. And along the journey, she had falls in love with a cowboy who could easily be the “Daddy” she had dreamed about.  Country Rose is a story of redemption, of renewal and of new beginnings. Join Rose and Emmitt as their saga begins.

Country Rose
 Country Rose
Sample: The Great Unknown
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Country Rose 2

Country Rose 2

Samples:Riding on Wings“ – What They Can See“ – The Secret Binge
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MiaIn May, I will release The Mia Series: Book TenThe Wedding Weekend of Mia and Eric.

Mia is a very sweet and very shy girl who meets Eric, a guy with a lot of confidence and a lot of dominant qualities which attracts her to him immediately.

She longs to be controlled and he obliges her innocent request by unraveling her thoughts, then rebuilding her to experience the absolute innocence of the BabyGirl mindset.

The Mia Series - Book 10

Eric is the kind of Daddy who will naturally alter any girl’s thoughts, forcing her to release the desires she has always had into his control. And every step of the way, Mia grows more and more in love with him for it.

This saga is their story.. The Mia Series

I’ll see you all on the flip side of CAPCon.

Happy Spring and Blessings,

Zorro Daddy

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The Mommy Grats: Girl Power 5

Mommy Grats - Girl Power 5The Dynamic Story of Dominique & Winnie continues. (Girl Power 2, Girl Power 4)

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
 
Mommy Grats - Girl Power 1 The Mommy Grats - Girl Power 2 The Mommy Grats - Girl Power 3 Mommy Grats - Girl Power 4 Mommy Grats - Girl Power 5
  . Girl Power …. Girl Power 2 .. Girl Power 3  . Girl Power 4  Girl Power 5

 

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Instinct – Both Parts

Girl Power 5Taken from:

The Mommy Grats: Girl Power 5

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here is a little story about coming home and finding everything to be the same while realizing how much had changed.

(Note: This ain’t no Daddy-n-BabyGirl story.)

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Instinct – 

May 18
Dominique smiled warmly while standing in the receiving area at the Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport. Sweet Louie Air, as it was known locally, was only a half hour west of the French Quarter and a quick trip. She was there to pick up Winnie, her beloved BabyGirl and sudden inspiration in life. But it wasn’t the ease of the quick trip that had Dominique smiling so warmly. Instead, it was the sight of an exuberant Winnie, jumping up-n-down, waving and sprinting towards her from the walkway of Corridor B.

The spring semester at LSU had only finished ten days ago and Winnie had only been gone for that long, having traveled back home to Kansas to spend a little time with her family and friends before returning to the Big Easy and to LSU for both summer sessions – the first one beginning tomorrow.

Winnie skipped the rest of the way, then running into Dominique’s arms and giving her an enormous full-bodied hug.

Well, hello there,” Dominique said, embracing her sweetly. “Miss me much?”

“Much … Very much,” Winnie said with a softened voice that dawned on shakiness from forthcoming tears.

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