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Threesome

It is said that the strongest shape in the world is a triangle.  Any added force is evenly distributed through all three sides, and thusly, cannot easily distort the fixed shape.  The dissipation of stress without causing damage is the kind of strength that any structure needs to survive.

Might this train of thought work within a relationship too?

Erica and Kylie, a Mommy-n-BabyGirl couple, were going to find out.  Pursuing a rigorous search online, they settle in on Greg, a Daddy-type who was able to engage in messages with them that fostered more interaction.  From messages to texts to phone calls to Skype calls to the eventual meeting of face-to-face-to-face, they formed a three-way connection that grew strong quickly.

From road trips to more private encounters, the pheromones fill the air and arousals peak as one person finds a purpose unmet before, another breaks free of excuses and another opens up to a world where the limits are only restricted to what you are willing to allow yourself to explore.

Get down and dirty with this FfM trio in Threesome, a ABDL romance that reaches a climax like no other.

Samples: …… How’s It Gonna Be? …… The Start of Something Good

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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  
   MF 1         MF 2        MF 3        MF 4        MF 5         MF 6

The ABDL Nympho Book 1   The ABDL Nympho Book 2   The ABDL Nympho Book 3    
Nym 1       Nym 2      Nym 3      Dead       Dead 2

The ABDL Horror Book   The ABDL Pet Play Book   The Voice   Tales With A Twist   
 Horror    Pet Play     Voice       Twist       3some

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

The Kind of Girl You Bring Home to Meet Your Mother

Zeke and Lily - Her DiaryTaken from:  Zeke and Lily (Book Four): Her Diary

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here is a diary entry Lily made about a very important day when she met her present and her future. This entry is written in Lily’s words.

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The Kind of Girl You Bring Home to Meet Your Mother –

Entry Three – September 12th

Dear Diary,

I just had a most relaxing morning. I really didn’t do much, just hung out here at the house and zoned on the couch. I have a lot on my mind right now. Next week, I got to the doctor again and he will tell me if my treatments are having any effect on the illness I have.

So today, I asked Zeke if he would take me on a trip and make it a surprise. He said he would. So I sat there for a while and tried to guess where he would take me. I heard him talking on his cell phone to someone in the bedroom.

Then he came out with a t-shirt, one of my bras, one of his light blue button down shirts, and a pair of jeans! I was amazed. He never likes me to be in pants, but recently has put me in jeans a couple of times when we’ve gone out. My legs haven’t been covered very much since he brought me home from the hospital. -giggle- I like the way that sounds. 🙂 It makes me feel like his baby.

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The Start of Something Good – All 3 Parts

Taken from the ABDL Ménage à Trois Romance:

Threesome

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here is a little story about setting made plans into motion.  Oh, the motions.

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The Start of Something Good

Tuesday evening

Kylie and Erica lived in an old brick building that had been converted from a warehouse into an apartment complex that was called The Stockyard.  Every floor had nine apartments, each containing the floor number and one letter of the word Stockyard.  Their apartment was the first one to the left of the elevator on the third floor.  And on their door, it read “3s” – aptly named for their new collective state of mind and only missing three other letters to make it a complete thought.

Greg rode up the converted freight elevator to the third floor and walked over to their apartment door, knocking and then stepping back.

“Sweet pea, he’s here!” Erica’s voice could be heard saying from inside the apartment.  “Hurry up!  Get out here!”

“How do I look?” Kylie asked with an excited tone, scampering out from the hallway.

Kylie was wearing a white baby-t and the tell-tale bulk of a diaper underneath a pair of soft pink bib shortalls.

“You look adorable, sweetie,” Erica said with a maternal grin.

Then Erica opened the door, Continue Reading …

How’s It Gonna Be?

Taken from the ABDL Ménage à Trois Romance:

Threesome

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here is a little story about making plans and opening up.

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How’s It Gonna Be

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, at that perfect moment when the sun had risen just high enough to begin to warm the Earth again without yet cutting through the crispness left over from the night.

Kylie, a girl of 25 years, stood at the kitchen sink in her apartment – looking out the window at two birds who were flying around in a very playful way.  She smiled at how sweet the sight was of two love birds who were in perfect harmony with their mid-air dance.  Looking down at the single-cup coffee maker, she saw the first cup having just finished its fill.  Reaching up into the cupboard, she took down the dark red coffee cup with the word Erica written on the side of it.

Placing that cup under the coffee maker, she walked over to the fridge and got out the vitamin D milk as the second cup of coffee filled.

Erica was her life – her inamorata, her best friend, her everything.  She had experienced the supposed BFF thing with others before.  But her relationship with Erica had proven to be what was beyond the BFF.  And every day, the life they shared just kept getting better.  Kylie made it a point to pause each morning and remember how happy she truly was – before their day even got going, before the hustle and bustle of jobs and responsibilities took priority.

The second cup of coffee finished its fill and Kylie poured a heavy amount of the milk into Erica’s cup while just pouring a little into her own.  Then she scooped up Barry, her teddy bear, from his seat on the kitchen counter, picking up both cups of coffee and heading back to the bedroom where Erica was waiting.

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Small World

There’s nothing quite so intriguing as a story that is either real or seems so realistic that you can relate to it – either as a whole or perhaps just relating to a character in that story.

I’ve written entire books that were storylined from real events in my life and quite a few more that were based loosely on real events in my life.  The rest of what I’ve written is fantasy … or fantasies that I have.

But what I write to you in this posting is a true story.  It is not based on anything.  It is an actual account of something that happened to me recently.  And Stranger Than Fiction doesn’t even adequately describe it.

A few days ago, when in conversation with a vanilla female acquaintance, a most unexpected thing caught me off guard and made me think: “Wow.  What a small world.”

Let me start from the beginning …

This conversation with VFA (Vanilla Female Acquaintance) was one of playful flirting.  She asked me if I had ever been married.  I told her that I was engaged twice, but that both engagements taught me exactly what engagements are supposed to teach people … whether or not we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together.

Then she asked if I had any kids, to which I jokingly replied: “Not that I’m aware of.”

Following that, she said this:
VFA: Okay, Nate.  You and I are going to have a kid.
Nate: Are we really?
VFA: Yes … no, wait. We’re going to have 10 kids.
Nate: If we have 10 kids, I’m certain your uterus will fall out.
VFA: Maybe.  But 5 of them will be girls, 2 of them will be boys and 3 will be ducks.
Nate: Okay.  And what are we gonna name all of them?
VFA: Well, the girls will obviously all be princesses.
Nate: Okay. So how about … Aurora, Belle, Jasmine, Elsa …
VFA: … and Cinderella.
Nate: The ducks we could name Huey, Dewey and Louie.
VFA: Perfect.

Now this girl is the kind of person who can take a joke and who can dish a joke back out.  She understands the boundaries of decency and she expects others to understand those boundaries as well.  I really don’t run into people like this very often anymore.  Or if I do, they don’t present themselves as understanding boundaries.  This is what makes this girl such a joy to be around.

VFA: Now, what about the two boys?

With a smirk, I replied.
Nate: I’ve always been partial to the name Zeke.
VFA: Zeke … that’s a neat-sounding name.  What are some other names that start with Z?
Nate: Let’s see.  Well, there’s Zack.
VFA: No.  Zack is a boring name.

Are you ready for this?  She looked directly at me and said:
VFA: I’ve always liked … Zorro.

That was a very random name for her to have suggested.  And there is only one correlation I know of that would connect the name Zeke to Zorro …………… me.

At that moment, having heard the name Zorro as a suggestion that she made, a friend who was standing nearby contorted his head and looked back at me – raising an eyebrow.  Now, this friend knows that I am an ABDLer with a username and author name of Zorro Daddy.  He himself is BDSM natured. But like me, he never lets on to his less-than-vanilla interests … not in public, not in open discussions and not in how he dresses.

Nate: How about that?  She just came up with the name Zorro, unprompted.
That Friend: Yes.  She most certainly did.

Time progressed for a few minutes with no further discussion.  But whenever VFA and I had another dull moment in close proximity to one another, she would look at me and say:

VFA: Zeke and Zorro.  Zeke and Zorro.

By this point, I had already done the female mind trick of analyzing the situation, having come up with 50 different explanations (none of which having any proof to back them up but with good circumstantial evidence to suggest their validity), having then disproven all 50 explanations and finally … have chalked the whole thing up as being coincidence only.

In all honesty, how many names can you come up with that start with the letter Z … especially with a quick response expected?  There really aren’t that many.  And besides, I was the only one who was truly spooked.  However, having been an actor in 70-some different productions in my career, I was able to hide my reaction.

After all, it was just simple coincidence, right?

But a short while later, she asks me:
VFA: Okay, Nate.  So, which one are you … Zeke or Zorro?

Aaaaaaaaand NOW I’m on the spot.

I will occasionally receive messages and emails from people who are putting out, what I call, “feelers”.  These are messages that are sent to me with the cryptic purpose of trying to get information out of me or are trying to see how I will react to something specific.

On occasions, I will get messages from people who have written to me from other accounts, now sending me the same message from a catfish or sock puppet account.

This girl wasn’t one of those people.  Or so I believe to be the case.  So, I replied with a simple answer.
Nate: Well, I guess I’m both of them … sort of.
VFA: Hmm.  So, you’re both.  That must not be easy.

This was the moment when I decided to do something that has often been done to me.  I put out one of those “feelers”.
Nate: Yeah.  And you know what the only thing is that comes between Zeke and Zorro?”
VFA: What’s that?
Nate: Lily.

She opened her mouth widely and then laughed.

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That really didn’t give me any kind of answer.  But it was certainly the first time in my life that both of my worlds collided, marrying themselves together in an engagement that, this go-around, I had no control over for a short time.  And also, for once, this great big world suddenly felt very small and more close-knitted than I had ever believed it could be.

I truly wish I could continue this true story and give you a conclusion to it that ties up loose ends while revealing what I myself would like to know.  But I can’t continue the true story – because that’s where it ended.

And all I can say is:  “Wow.  What a small world.”

 

Ahh … some day.

On the day The 50 Shades books were reported about on NBC Nightly News, this website saw a one-day spike in traffic that has yet to be even remotely equaled since.

At first, I thought there was some sort of glitch in the WordPress stats feature.  But other less-than-vanilla websites were also reporting record visitations on that day.  So I knew something was up.

Three years later, I went to see the first 50 Shades movie in the theater – something I rarely do anymore … unless it is the latest Sylvester Stallone movie.  As I sat there watching it, I thought about the possibilities of where this all could lead.  And I will admit that my mind went right to The Zeke and Lily Saga. I saw it as a pipe dream, but still contemplated how to take all 10 books in the series (11 now, but at the time, there were only 10) and combine them into 3 or 4 movies.

To just see those words: Zeke & Lily on the screen would have been a thrill unparalleled and likely, never to be paralleled again.  But it might come at a grave cost.

Tell ya what … like me get back to the explanation of that grave cost in a minute.

Unlike a lot of folks, I liked the first movie.  It was extremely watered down, but at the same time, it was watered down enough to give the vanilla masses the ability to swallow it without choking.  When speaking with a friend about it, he disagreed with me – calling it an abomination of BDSM, going so far as to refer to the Shades stories as an abusive relationship and not a representation of BDSM at all.

He would continue on about it, saying how this showed BDSM in a horrible light and how it wasn’t fair to present it in mainstream with such an inaccurate depiction.

I respected his opinion, as he was entitled to have one.  But my reply to him was:

“Throughout the 90s, ABDL was bastardized on talk show after talk show after talk show – from Jerry Springer to Donahue to Montell Williams to Sally Jessy Raphael and so many others.  And not a single one of them took a serious approach to exploring the meaning of age play, instead opting to decorate their stages as a nursery and to allow their audience members to ask insulting and  demeaning questions with intention of poking fun at the subject – as opposed to learning about it and perhaps comprehending its meaning … none of which even once being corrected or redirected by the hosts.

So I understand your pain when I hear you speak of how 50 Shades has misrepresented BDSM.”

But he brought a good point to light, once again.  Everything comes with a cost … a grave cost.  And without the necessary monitoring to keep the subject objective (for lack of a less confusing way to put it), BDSM becomes a way to physically and mentally abuse people and get away with it … and ABDL becomes an organization of diaper freaks with Peter Pan Syndrome who avoid adult responsibilities.

Sounds ugly, doesn’t it? The four letters we have in common have never been given a fair chance in the public eye.  And because of this, we don’t smile fondly on more opportunities when they arise.  But as a community, we protect our own.  And we always will.

Perhaps there are situations when certain ABDLers go at each other.  Sometimes, this is a scuffle, figuratively speaking, between two members of the younger generations.  Sometimes, this is a battle between members of opposing events.  Sometimes, this is a poor exchange between two people who struggle with how to present their opinions. 

But regardless of our reasons for being human, another human condition is to dream.  And dream I do.

Who would have ever believed that we could come as far as we have already?  We have at least three hotel conventions, two of which that are now hotel takeover conventions.  We have massive house parties, regular events and gatherings, more munches and groups and websites than can be counted … and the ability to keep growing – on our terms.

Zeke & Lily – In Theaters Now.

Ahh … some day.

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.