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Jaw Dropped and Heart Pounding while Mesmerized by the Vision

There are few times when I am stopped dead in my tracks, these days.  And that’s not to say that what I see no longer has the meaning or effect on me that it once did.

It’s more to say that I’ve seen a lot in the years I’ve been a part of this community of ours – from my own personal and private experiences to more public ones like at munches and conventions.

But every now and then, something comes along that brings me to a screeching halt in whatever I’m doing.  I stop typing on my laptop or stop scrolling through endless amounts of postings and bloggings on sites like Twitter and Tumblr.

When I stumbled across this picture, my jaw dropped … my heart began pounding with the galloping pace of a race horse and I sat back – mesmerized by the vision in front of me.

I’ve written about that scenario depicted in more stories than I can remember, at this point.  In a dramatically less open manner, I have engaged in doing this with … someone … when out-n-about.

It is at the very heart of so many thoughts, so many fantasy that are dreamed of becoming reality.  But there has always been something about this scenario that always kept it realistic only as a fantasy.

Whether it was the struggle between being open-n-happy with one’s self as opposed to being so open that we were thrusting our wishes on others … or if it was a debate about the damage that could be done to the community when someone was so bold as to go so absolutely public with it … or if it was a debate about whether or not the picture was photo-shopped, there has always been something that harbored its greatest pleasure in the fantasy realm only.

And while I understand and agree with the above concerns, I’m happy in knowing that, despite everything, that picture still holds the essence of the Daddy-n-BabyGirl dynamic in my heart.

But wait!  There’s one more thing about this!

When showing this picture to an attendee at a recent L.L.A.M.A. munch, I was informed that there are establishments in the Pacific Northwest that are extremely lifestyle-friendly and that such a sight wouldn’t be shocking in a great many places up there.

I was quite surprised by that, but suddenly had the urge to see the Pacific Ocean for the first time in my life, via Oregon – as it turns out.

Blessings,
Zorro Daddy

 

The ABDL MedFet Book 6

From an undercover sting operation that will bring down a crooked doctor as well as his abusive practice to a car accident that forces a woman to change while also forcing a man to not only stay the same but live onward, this sixth installment of the ABDL MedFet twist will make you think twice while stimulating your nerve-endings as well as a few other parts of your anatomy.

Sample: Two Nurses and a Patient

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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
MedFet 1  MedFet 2  MedFet 3  MedFet 4  MedFet 5


MedFet 6

The ABDL Horror Book    The ABDL Pet Play Book   The Voice   Tales With A Twist 

Horror    Pet Play       Voice       Twist        Dead

  The ABDL Nympho Book 1       The ABDL Nympho Book 2       The ABDL Nympho Book 3

Nympho 1  Nympho 2    Nympho 3

If you like these books, you may want to check out:
The Dark Age Play Series

 

The “Daddy” – tude

We are attracted to people who we can relate to and with whom we find the right things in common.  We look for an ease of communication and a chemistry that connects us in ways that we can’t with others.  This is what leads to that bonding of hearts and a connection of souls.  Then comes the ability to be so comfortable with each other that we let down our personal guards and reveal those pieces of the puzzle that make us who we are, but only after we have found trust.

It’s a journey that seeks a foundation from which to build off of, a structure to hold everything inside it that we choose to fill it with … and a roof that never lets anything escape us – even if we find our heads and our hearts in the clouds from time-to-time.

The dynamic we subscribe to in an age play relationship takes the usual method and does it one better by intensifying the emotions that can erupt from within us.  It is this intensity that turns our wants into our needs, our longings into our yearnings, our interests into our passions and our affections into the depths of love we embrace about our significant other.

I’ve had vanilla relationships in my life, before I finally understood and listened to what my heart had been telling me all along.  And those vanilla relationships were wonderful.  But it was the age play relationships which included that “dynamic” that intensified the emotions and those were the girlfriends I got to know on a level far deeper than anything vanilla.

So what’s a “Daddy”-tude? It’s many different things to many different people.

As a Daddy, you don’t just want the BabyGirl you love. You need her. You are strong where she is weak and weak where she is strong. You crave the responsibility of protecting her and may often find yourself wanting to know exactly where she is – not because you’re obsessed, but because as a Daddy you need to know she is alright. The instinct makes him want to protect and need to do so.

She is his best friend and the foremost thought on his mind. She is the passion which drives his actions, for the short-term but also for the long-term. She may not always see the long-term as clearly as he does and vice versa for the goals she sees.

Thoughts of her lead to actions and maybe it’s because thoughts of her create images of her that burn dreams of her into a Daddy’s mind. Continue reading …

The Dream List

25 “Humiliations”

The Pictures Stories

Eyelashes like Butterflies

He grabbed a beach towel from the back seat. She slipped into one of his over-sized Henley shirts, white in color. And into the skirt she just bought from Spencer’s Gifts, just short enough to be playfully-fun.

When the coast was clear, they got out of the car and she ran up to the edge of the lookout point.  The view of the mountain ranges in front of her was endless and majestic.  She threw her arms straight out from her sides, offering the magnanimous scene a welcome into her life and a warm embrace. Her happiness was not only obvious in her personality, but also in her health. She looked beautiful and more importantly, she felt beautiful. Her happiness equaled his own.

The weather changed slightly, making for an interesting effect. Being that high up there was a mist in the air which seemed to trickle down from the cover of clouds blocking the sun for the moment, giving a unique ambiance to the daylight and making it look surreal, magical even.

I placed the beach towel on the ground and she lied down on it, just in time to take some close-up shots of her as a slight breeze kicked up, lightly blowing her hair away from her face. I quickly got the camera ready and knelt down in front of her.  From the eye of the lense, I could she definitely had the look in her eyes for close-up shots.  A simple slight squinting made for beautiful pictures of her.  She wasn’t happy with the series of events that made their new location a necessity, but when she got there and saw how beautiful it was, she gave everything a second thought, realizing the best was yet to come.

She lied on her back, looking up at the clouds.  He sat next to her and admired the beauty of his BabyGirl.  She closed her eyes as he placed his hand on the diaper between her legs.  He already knew, but still followed the routine.  Placing a pacifier in her mouth, he traced the outline of her jaw with his fingertips, then her eyebrows with his thumbs, kissed her forehead with his lips, rubbed noses together and batted eyelashes like butterflies.

Perhaps they were only yet to begin or perhaps they were only yet to begin again.

She loved to be touched. And he loved to touch her. It was touch that connected them in ways that words failed to communicate, whether in an embrace or as a simple brushing of hands as they passed by, a hand on the shoulder, on the neck, on the bottom, on the belly, a kiss to the side of her face, a kiss to her forehead, fingertips to fingertips – it all registered in her senses as memories she would draw from again and again in the future.

He took other pictures, mixing in pacifiers with face shots when the breeze kicked up. She dropped to her knees, spelling her name with the small pebble offerings on the ground. She stood up as he handed her the camera and knelt by her side, gently brushing away the dirt and smaller stone chips she had knelt in. She took a few pictures of her pebble artwork – then a few of him, kneeling before her. He looked up at her and the white clouds above her detailed the outline which encompassed her figure. All she needed yet was the halo.

Overcome with passion, he stood up, tilted her head, embraced her and kissed her, lifting her off her feet and spinning in a circle. She extended her arm out above them and took numerous pictures of their kiss with the camera. Some were blurry from the twirl, but every one of them showed two souls which had experienced a very fairy tale beginning, a love that deepened and grew – into each other’s arms, into each other’s hearts, into each other’s lives, into the present and the wide open future … bright and glorious and enriching as it promised to be.

Two Nurses and a Patient (All 5 Parts)

Taken from:

The ABDL MedFet Book 6

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here is a little story about the power in dominance, the passion in passiveness and the patience in a patient.

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Two Nurses and a Patient

“Hiya, Erin!” Charlotte said, putting her purse down in the nurses’ station, having arrived a bit early for her night shift – this to the surprise of her daytime counterpart, Erin.

“You’re a bit early.  Aren’t you?” Erin said with a smile, finishing her last bit of paperwork for the day and filing it away.

“Well, yeah,” Charlotte admitted, sitting next to her.  “But I wanted to hear about this hunky new guy in room 77 you were texting me about.  Greg, I think you said his name was?”

“Greg Townsend,” Erin confirmed, getting out his paperwork to show her.  “28, white male, 5’10”, 180 lbs.  He was admitted about an hour ago, brought straight from a car accident.  Injuries include: bruised ribs and possibly torn stomach muscles … and yes, he’s a hunk.”

Charlotte smiled, knowing how easily Erin would go weak in the knees for some of the more handsome patients left in her care.

For the next week at least, Charlotte and Erin were going to be seeing very little of each other.  They were also going to be seeing very little free time as they would be working 12 hours shifts each day.  Normally, a third nurse split the job three ways for them.  But that nurse was on vacation and with several other nurses in the wing being pulled away for quarterly training seminars that were taking place that week, Charlotte, Erin and all the others who were still there were going to be there quite a bit – the hospital saving on labor costs by not scheduling extra help for the 7th floor of St. Ignatius Hospital.  Presently, Erin was covering 7am to 7pm and Charlotte was taking the other half through the night.  But they would switch in a few days to allow for a little bit of human life to be shared between the two of them.

Charlotte picked up Greg’s incoming paperwork and read, with wide eyes, about the accident he had survived.

“Patient was struck by a female driver who was driving well above the speed limit.  Patient had no time to react and when she hit his front bumper, his car went up in the air and landed on its side.  His seatbelt kept him strapped to his seat, but it wretched him all over the place.  And this was how his ribs became bruise as well as how his stomach muscles may have become possibly torn.  Degree of the diastasis of the recti muscles to be determined.”

“How did he survive this crash?  His HPI reads like a horror movie,” Charlotte exclaimed, continuing to read the detailed a gruesome account.  “And is the other driver alright?”

Continue Reading …

The ABDL Nympho Series

Three collections of short stories about BabyGirls who love the physical with a fevered passion.  Enter the world of Nymphomania and Age Play as they twist together in these erotic tales that not only deal with lustful desires, but emotional ones.

Not just delving into the obsessions and glorious sensations of sex but also with bisexual curiosity, these BabyGirls experience orgasms-a-plenty, fingering, humiliation, tasks on their knees, wetness, swelling, arousal, twitching, contracting muscles, more humiliation and more contracting muscles afterwards.

Oh, there are certainly some bare bottoms that will be smacked.  And the need to be tied up and tied down will be penultimate in necessity. But the diapers are never far away and whether it’s a Mommy who nurtures her or a Daddy who babies her, each BabyGirl in these stories will regress and melt – on her way to becoming a nympho.

Sample:  Study Break  –  The Rapid-Fire BabyGirl  –  Unbroken

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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
MedFet 1  MedFet 2  MedFet 3  MedFet 4  MedFet 5


MedFet 6

The ABDL Horror Book    The ABDL Pet Play Book   The Voice   Tales With A Twist 

Horror    Pet Play       Voice       Twist        Dead

  The ABDL Nympho Book 1       The ABDL Nympho Book 2       The ABDL Nympho Book 3

Nympho 1  Nympho 2    Nympho 3

The ABDL MedFet Book 6 – due out in July 2018!

 
If you like these books, you may want to check out:
The Dark Age Play Series