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Swinging The Mood – Part Two of Four

Taken from the forthcoming:

Full Force III: Extreme

here is a story about how to “swing” the mood.

Start with Dilemma

Or Start with Swing the Mood – Part One

Swinging the MoodPart Two

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The front door opened and she opened her eyes.  There he stood, Dutch – her Daddy and her love, her world and her everything.  She should have been jumping for joy, leaping up into his arms and turning to mush.  She should have been unshackled from frustrations.  But instead, she felt nothing … just more of that blah feeling.

Recognizing this, Dutch took action.  Taking her by the hand, he led her into the house.  Dakota looked around the kitchen, tempted to ask him if he had anything she could eat as she was starving.  But she said nothing. Turning back to face him, she learned that asking for food would be the final opportunity to speak she would have that night.

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Swinging The Mood – Part One of Four

Taken from the forthcoming:

Full Force III: Extreme

here is a story about how to “swing” the mood.

Start with Dilemma

Swinging the MoodPart One

The following Friday, 7pm

Dakota walked into her sister’s house, tossing her purse across the room and sitting down on the sofa.  Burying her face in her hands, she was grateful that her sister and niece weren’t home to see her current meltdown.  Oh, what an angering day it had been.  Work was fine and everything went smoothly.  Dutch texted her at lunch and she was so flirtatious at the time that she lifted the front of her shirt and sent him a picture of her bra. 

It was actually a very good day, in reality.  So why was it all so angering to her?

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Dilemma – Part Two of Two

Taken from the forthcoming:

Full Force III: Extreme

here is a story about what can happen when the beginning comes to an end.

Start with Part One

DilemmaPart Two

The truth was: Dutch could have been likely to do anything to her just then.  She never knew what to expect with him and for once in her life, not knowing had become a good thing.  It was … he was … invigorating to her mind, body and senses – to the say the least about it.

He could easily strip her naked, bending her over the bathroom sink right there just as likely as he was to wrap his arms around her from behind –  whispering such seductive things in her ear that she would melt on the inside … each time to a marginally unrecoverable degree.

 “Pick up your diaper and hold the front of it,” Dutch whispered, holding the lower half of her dress so she could pick the diaper up.

“Yeth, Dadduh,” Dakota mumbled before her pacifier with a voice so small and sheepish as to make clear how regressed she already felt.

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Dilemma – Part One of Two

Taken from the forthcoming:

Full Force III: Extreme

here is a story about what can happen when the beginning comes to an end.

DilemmaPart One

Friday evening, 7pm

Dakota walked into the ladies’ restroom of Bistro St. Thomas, a ritzy restaurant with an interesting mixture of French, Caribbean and American cuisines.  It had been exactly three months since she met Dutch at The Firefly Festival.  And on this night, Dutch had wined-n-dined her in celebration of the occasion.

But it wasn’t just about their first 90 days together.  It was about every day that would follow this one.  In any given relationship, the turning point or the end of the honeymoon was often pinned at the three-month mark.  That was when all the facades finally came off and when guards were finally lowered.

Checking her make-up and her hair in the mirror above the sink, Dakota turned to the side – wiggling and working to keep her little black dress from riding up her thighs.  Checking a text message that had been sent from her sister, Dakota smiled – opening her purse to put her cell phone away.  But when she opened her purse, she saw the white pacifier Dutch must have put in there before they left for their dressed to the nines night on the town.  Just the sight of that pacifier produced a tiny waltz of butterflies inside her.  And thoughts of him flooded into her mind.

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The Waddling Dead: Episode 30

Episode Thirty: Sleeping Dogs … For Now

(Start with Episode One or Visit the Episode List)

Sunday night, 9:45 pm

Britney heaved for air more deeply, her right hand gripping at her sternum as Angelina held her in her arms.  Angelina didn’t know what to do.  There was nothing she could do.  And for as much as she didn’t want to let Britney go, she knew she had to as Britney was now one of the waddling dead.  Or was she?

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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 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.

The Waddling Dead: Episode 29

Episode Twenty-Nine:
The Kismet of A Gold Digger

(Start with Episode One or Visit the Episode List)

Sunday night, 9:30 pm

Landing right in front of Britney, Ursula threw a right-hand punch.  But Britney side-stepped the swing, slashing at the bicep and wrist of Ursula’s arm – though producing little to no blood.  Ursula punched again, Britney side-stepping again and slashing Ursula’s other arm, but again – little to no blood coming out.

Ursula unsuccessfully delivered several round house kicks, Britney dropping to the floor and then slashing the Achilles’ tendons at the back of Ursula’s ankles.  But the demi bitch showed no reaction of pain, not even when Britney stabbed the knife into Ursula’s left thigh – twisting it around and around and around.  Though Britney’s kneel gave her a bird’s eye view of further kicks from her opponent, it didn’t afford her the vision to see the punch coming from Ursula’s left fist.

Connecting with Britney’s sternum, Ursula punched her so hard that the Eclectic went flying across the entire length of the dining hall to the other end.  Britney flew through the air the entire way until she slammed into the lower front panel of the piano at the far end with her left shoulder lead.

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