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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 …

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.

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

Gratification: Volume Three

This third collection of disconnected dark age play stories tells sexual and sensual tales of the erotic combinations of ABDL, BDSM, spanking, discipline, humiliation, taboo fetishes, bondage and more.  Each story melds together two people who come from different starting points.  Sometimes, the stories include personal growth of the characters.  Other stories include the completion of fantasies long sought after.  But all the stories tell of how perfect two imperfect people can be for one another.

This book is the stuff that fantasies are made of. And this collection of 18 dark age play erotic short stories will spin you around, put you on exhibit, drop you to your knees, change the way you think, change the way you feel, reinvent you, disguise your passions, reveal your desires, eat you up, spit you out, blind your heart, scramble your mind, teach you where you truly belong and then do it all again.

Needless to say, it is a book intended for the mature reader who has a mind that craves the exotic and the erotic.

Warning: Delving into these pages will leave you gratified, over and over again.

Sexcapade in the City
The Farm (A story told in three parts)
The Feminine Extreme
Weekend Blitz – Friday
Weekend Blitz – Saturday
Weekend Blitz – Sunday
The Importance of Remembering
The Frat House BabyGirl – Night Time
The Frat House BabyGirl – The Next Morning
Out of Sight, Out of Mind
What’s A Jack For? (A story told in three parts)
When You’re a Good Girl, When You’re a Bad Girl
The Be-All, End-All BabyGirl – Part One
The Be-All, End-All BabyGirl – Part Two

Available on: Kindle or Kindle Unlimited

Also check out:
Gratification: Volume One
Gratification: Volume Two

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The Dark Age Play Box Sets

Sticky Situations 1 - 5 Front    50 Things

Sticky Situations: Books 1-5
Gratification: Volume One
Gratification: Volume Two
Gratification: Volume Three
50 Things To Do With Your BabyGirl On A Saturday Night

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If you’re a fan of the darker age play, I would also recommend reading:

The VoiceThe Voice – A tale of horror, unavoidable consequences and possible redemption of self.

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What A Good Girl Needed (Both Parts)

Taken from the dark age play compilation:
Gratification: Volume Three
Available on: Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

here is a little story about the value of being good and about the rewards.

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What A Good Girl Needed

It was about 7:30 pm on a Saturday evening in early October.  And Livie walked briskly down Fraternity Row, a mall walk at the end of campus.  The start of her sophomore year had been eventful and she was grateful for even having had the chance to go to college.  Straight out of high school, she worked for three years until she could afford to attend Penn State University.  Her grandfather, uncle, father and mother graduated as Nittany Lions.  So, there was no other choice in her mind.  And she was glad to have waited a bit.  Being in her early-20’s, she would take her college education more seriously – especially since she had to work to be there, as opposed to having it handed to her.

Fraternity Row was hopping with activity on that night, being the concluding night of pledge week.  And her destination was the Sigma Phi Epsilon house.  SPE was notorious for violating the alcohol rules and thusly, would be put on probation every other year.  Having just gotten off their most recent probation that spring, they were headed for more trouble, once again.  In fact, all of the fraternities and sororities on campus were currently in a temporary state of probation because of the craziness from the most recent Thursday night parties.  Penn State had shut down all fraternity and sorority parties from being open to the public.  But this didn’t mean the frats and sororities didn’t party on their own.  It wasn’t as busy as a usual final night of pledging, but a lot as still happening – just in a covert sort of way.

Getting to the front of the frat house, she looked all the way up to the top floor and to the window of the attic bedroom.  That was Owen’s room, her boyfriend and a senior at Penn State.

Continue Reading …

Whatever Comes To Mind (Both Parts)

Taken from the dark age play compilation:
Gratification: Volume Three
Available on: Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

here is a little story about reading signs, about following instincts and doing … whatever comes to mind.

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Whatever Comes To Mind

Monday, 11:30pm

Maria walked quickly through the brisk night air.  Though it was late April, the night time could still dip the temperatures low.  But she thought the short walk from her house to Annie Bailey’s Pub wouldn’t be so bad, despite the fact that she really wasn’t wearing very much at all.  She was wrong about this.  With any luck, the bartender there would give her a lift home.  He always flirted with her when she stopped in and admittedly, she egged the flirting on.  He was a studly guy, not a muscle-bound gorilla but definitely handsome and his voice always had the ability to make her wet.  Needless to say, Maria had more than just a little crush on him.  Her skimpy outfit was designed to catch his attention the very moment she walked into the pub.

Keeping her arms folded tightly in front of her hardened nipples, she picked up the pace of her strides.  But this only froze her legs that much more.  Short skirts were fun and sexy.  But they did little to keep warmth in.  None of this would matter though, once she got inside the pub.  And she couldn’t have gotten to that front door too soon, opening it and stepping inside.  Shutting the door and standing there for a moment, she closed her eyes and basked in the warmth of the bar room.  It felt like a warm bath on her chilly frame.

Then, opening her eyes, she was surprised to see how dead the pub was.  It was a Monday night.  Wasn’t there baseball or something on TV that always brought jersey-wearing guys out?

Looking over to the bar, she saw her man crush.  Heath was his name and she could feel the first little tingles between legs, along with those wonderful butterflies in her tummy as she took graceful steps over towards him.  He was rearranging liquor bottles on the display shelf, but he saw her approaching in the mirror on the wall.  Smiling handsomely, he turned around – Maria getting to the bar and grabbing the edge of it just in time to prevent her knees from going weak and making her collapse to the floor.  He had this most amazing ability to throw her off balance with a simple gaze in her direction.  Taking a seat, she put her purse on the bar and smiled suggestively at him.  The flirting between them would begin almost immediately, save for one question that was currently puzzling her.

Continue Reading …

The Mommy Grats: The BabySitter Crush

Warning:  This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl ABDL book.  But it still speaks of the dynamic of love that an age play couple knows well.  

This sexually-charged age play story tells the tale of a cougar and of her younger match.  Her name is Krissy and his is Joe.  Twenty years ago, when Krissy was in college, she was Joe’s babysitter.  Now, twenty years later, Joe is the college graduate.  And he bumps into Krissy quite unexpectedly at a kink munch.

As they catch up, she tells him of the recent loss of her husband and how she is putting her life back together.  He tells her of his graduation and how he has dragged his feet in taking the first step into adult life.

With no job and serious problem with hesitancy, he is doomed to remain under his parent’s roof for the foreseeable future.  So, Krissy hires him for a week of work at her house, not only painting and repairing her place, but also putting his IT skills to use in helping her set up her at-home business.

Krissy discovers his age play interest and he learns of the natural dominance she has repressed within her entire life.  They connect.  They bond.  And along the way, they discover that age is never a reason to not live life … nor is it a reason to not begin living life again.

This story is sexual, has moments of humiliation and moments when regression is the only mindset that truly separates twenty years of growth.

The roles and names may be different but the age play dynamic remains intact and The BabySitter Crush shows that there is no greater love than that shared between a Mommy and her BabyBoy.

Sample: The Greatest Tease of All

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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
 
The BabySitter Crush