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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.


“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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20 Years

I just realized two days ago that I began writing my very first story on January 1st, 1999.  So I’ve been at it for 20 years. 3,679,310 words and 10,502 pages later, I believe I’ve only scratched the surface of what our four-letter common interest can provide us.  And I’m merely one fish in the sea, a member of a school I take pride in being a part of.

That first story was entitled: “The Diapered Female”.  Real creative name, huh? LOL  The story was about a college girl and boy who got together to spend a weekend trying out a fetish that the girl accidentally revealed to him when very drunken at a frat party.

I would post it online and would rewrite it for years as I kept exploring this new thing I had found called ABDL.  Years later, that story would be retitled: “When Fantasy Became Her Reality”.  Nowadays, that story appears in the book: Gabriel & Gina.

But I never believed I would keep writing stories.  Yet, they kept coming to mind and I kept typing them out, next posting a story entitled: “Overnight”.  This would later become book two in The Zeke & Lily Saga series.

Through the paperback-only era and right on into the ebook era, I have poured my heart into what I write.  Through relationships and the eventual massive growth of the ABDL community, I kept writing and writing and writing.

Some of the stories were based on real events in my life.  Others were the product of fantasies.  Others were the requests of people.

From romance to pure-n-innocence to dark BDSM themes – stories of sexuality, humiliation, diapers, spanking, diapers, little headspace, diapers, discipline, correction, bondage, forced regression, submission, relationships, love, hatred, marriage, public outings, medical fetish additives, encounters with zombies, futuristic sci-fi, dream elves, celebrities, fairy tales, diapers, bedtime tales, choose-your-own-adventures, demigods, nymphomaniacs, horror, pet play, Daddies-n-BabyGirls, Mommies-n-BabyBoys, Mommies-n-BabyGirls, babysitters, diapers, apartment scenarios, Lily, Mia, Rose, Penny, Lucy, Aria, Chelsea, Trisha, Dakota, Daisy, a girl named Love, Britney, a girl named Boo, Gina, a girl named Peaches, Sharon Lockett, Gabriel and Zeke …  the journey has been amazing.

I recall days when I would sleep for 6 hours and write for the other 18, nights when I would give up sleeping so I could finish a book by dawn and send it off into the publishing process to meet a specific deadline, conventions I would read the stories at, phone calls when I would read something to a dear sweet angel who was sent down to me from God Almighty at the absolute most-needed moment in my lifetime … and I wouldn’t change a single thing about it, looking back on it all now.

Well … perhaps I would have started sooner.

I thank each and every one of you for having been a part of my journey.  And this website will always be available for you to peruse.

ABDL BedTime Stories – The Tangled Fairy Tales

ABDL Bedtime Stories - The Tangled Fairy TalesThis is the story of Lil Red. But it’s also the story of Gretel & Petal. Wait a minute, it’s also the story of Lil Goldie and Lottie – one who was a Fairy Tale Girl in training and one who wasn’t even that yet. Okay. Hold on a minute … Let’s start at the beginning …

Kaitlin is a recent college graduate, driven and motivated to succeed. But on this weekend, she is so sick with the flu that she has to do something that makes her feel worse than the spiking temperature in her body. She has to call in sick to work.

Taz is her boyfriend-n-Daddy.  And on this weekend, he will also be her nurse.

Kaitlin is one of those BabyGirls who can never be still. But while battling with the flu, she finds herself too weak to get out of bed and becomes a handful for him to deal with. And in an effort to distract her from the boredom of being sick, he takes some common fairy tales and twists them around, then tangling them together and making one big long story to tell her – when she’s not sleeping and sweating the flu out.

From adventurous to sweet to a bit sexual to fairytale-tastic, this collection is perfect for the ageplay couple who like to enjoy every bit of their dynamic together. These stories are perfect for the BedTime tuck-in, whether done in person or over the phone.

Little Red’s Ride
Lil Goldie’s Sparkles


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Little Red’s Ride

Little Reds RideTaken from:

ABDL BedTime Stories The Tangled Fairy Tales

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here is a little story about twists and turns and why to call a wolf “a wolf”.


Little Red’s Ride

“Blow,” Taz said, holding a Kleenex to Kaitlin’s nose as she opened her mouth and took in as much air as possible before closing her lips and clearing her nostrils.

It wasn’t very lady-like behavior, but she honestly could’ve cared less at that moment. It was 8 am on a beautiful Saturday morning and Kaitlin was lying in bed, as sick as a dog. And she felt just awful. She had made it through the entire stretch of winter, without even getting a head cold. Others suffered from stomach viruses as well as the usual illnesses of cold weather. But Kaitlin remained perfectly healthy.

And this was a testament to a heritage she was quite proud of. Kaitlin was Irish, complete with the red hair and all. She wasn’t the kind of girl to get a tan in the summer, but on this day, she looked whiter than normal as the flu rippled through her like she wasn’t even there. Kaitlin’s father had worked for 58 years before retiring and the only day he took off from work was the day she was born. He never got sick, even when he actually was sick. So it personally pained Kaitlin to have had to call in sick to work yesterday. All she would’ve needed to do was get through one more day of work to make it to the weekend and to uphold the legacy of her father. But yesterday morning, she couldn’t even stand up out of bed.

And this morning, her fever had spiked to the point that she sweated straight through her night shirt. Oh, how she despised being sick – the achiness, the fevers, the congestion, the upset stomach. But she didn’t believe in doctors and refused to even go to them to get a note of sickness for work. And because of this, she suffered physically, but retained pride of heart.

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The Restoration of Fairy Tales

The Complexity of Belief and the Unlikeliest of Unities

One of the greatest inventions of all time, perhaps even greater than the automobile or the television or the computer, has been the fairy tale.  It gives us something to dream about, something to think about, something to write about and something to trust in. 

No device is needed to bring a fairy tale to life in our minds, just our imaginations and our fantasies … and maybe a little belief.

But belief can be a tricky thing.  It can create turmoil when we discover that others don’t quite see it the way we do.

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The Mia Series – Book Two (The Next Weekend. The Next Memory.)

The Mia Series - Book TwoPicking up the story where the first book ended, Mia continues to learn how rewarding submission is and how much more deeply she feels the love in a relationship which includes a dynamic most would not understand.

It’s the next weekend and the next memory is being built with each passing moment of the day.  She is spoken to in a manner much more sweetly with an intention to lead her towards an affection far more little still.

On this day, she doesn’t just feel little, she is regressed to near-infancy as the events of the day force her to reveal a secret of her heart.

From ponytail races to Toastix to whiskers to waddles, Mia learns that “flutterflies” isn’t just a silly sounding word.  It’s also what happens to her tummy when her Daddy uses that “voice” to speak to her.  It’s the feeling she always dreamed about.

But on this day she realizes a few other dreams, from fairy tale wishes to macaroni-n-cheese to surprises that turn her little heart Big – right at that moment in time when she needed to know she was more than just a BabyGirl to him.  She was his Princess.

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Mia yawned and rubbed her eyes, not really wanting to move yet for the comfort of the pillow and stuffed animal bedding she was lying upon. So he didn’t move her. He simply lied down next to her, removed the pacifier in the middle of her yawn and placed the rubber nipple of her wake-up bottle to her lower lip.

She took the tip in her mouth and began to nurse from it, looking up at him with the most innocent of eyes. How little she felt. How relaxed and regressed and accepting she had become. How submissive and helpless and vulnerable her soul now felt in his presence.

And, my oh my, how deeply she loved him. He just lied there next to her, resting his head on his hand and smiling at her while holding the bottle so she could drink from it. And he was contented to wait until she was done.

The quieter moments, like that one, made memories for her as fond as the trips and the presents and the bedroom. Perhaps it was how he had brought the same feel into every encounter they had, whether it was a little moment or not, that made instant affection out of time. Perhaps it was that it was altogether new to her, yet still a realization of something she always kind of knew about herself.

Whatever the reason was for their connection, it felt natural to call him “Daddy” and just as natural to see him that way.

She finished the bottle and he sat her up. On the way up, the burp came right out. She giggled at herself, accepting the pacifier back to her mouth after. She lifted her hands to the sky and off came the nightie. The cool breeze in the air caused her to shiver and she willing accepted the baby-t he put down over her head and arms. It was not a thick t-shirt, just one of the white ones she wore under certain outfits, but it was enough to keep her warm.

As her head emerged out of the collar of the shirt, her eyes were drawn to the television screen, paused once again at the point in the Sleeping Beauty movie when she fell asleep. He unpaused the movie again and he knelt behind her and took the pigtails on the sides of her head out of the holders, running his fingers through her locks and shaking her hair free.

She watched the movie as her took a brush through her hair, smoothing the hair back out before he put the pigtails back in, but this time putting them on the top of the back of her head, making them “high-pigtails”.

She could smell dinner in the air and climbed up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as usual, but she had no idea that the new experiences of this weekend were about be increased by another and her greatest feeling of “little” was about to be felt.

He carried her into the kitchen, walking over to the stove and stirring the beef stew.

“So this is Mia?” Mia heard a female voice say.

Mia looked over to the kitchen to see a woman sitting there. Mia’s eyes grew big and wide. She buried her head in her Daddy’s neck as he carried her over to the table and sat next to the lady.

Oh, how “little” Mia felt at that moment.


Want Another Sample? “The Next Memory She Would Never Forget”


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The Next Weekend. The Next Memory.
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If you like The Mia Series, I’d also recommendThe Zeke & Lily Saga

The Mia Series

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