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Posted May 23, 2012 by Zorro Daddy in Books and Writings

Taken from Zeke & Lily: Overnight, here is a segment from its pages:

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Skinny-Dipping

Lily opened her eyes and found herself staring at the ceiling. She sat up to realize she was in a bed covered with white sheets. Pulling the covers off, she saw she was naked. She looked around the room. Everything was white, from the dresser to the walls to the ceiling to the carpet to the desk to the closet doors. Everything was completely white.

“Zeke?” she called out, confused at where she was. “Zeke?”

Draped over a desk chair across the room was a thin, white silk robe. She walked over to it and put it over her shoulders. In front of her were two glass patio doors that were allowing golden beams of sunshine to enter the room and touch the floor. Through those doors, she could see a field of grass. There were trees lining the field. The flowers scattered throughout the grass were in full bloom.

She walked up to the glass pane touching it ever-so-slightly. The urge to open them and run out into the beautiful day overcame her senses. She slid the door open, and ran out into the daylight and the field. She closed her eyes, threw her arms out, and raised her chin to greet the sun. More golden beams of sunshine came from the heavens and splashed on her face. Butterflies twirled all around her, and singing birds flew down to her to join the moment.

She danced with them for a moment, and laughed as she took off into a full sprint across the field. She got to the summit of the hill, and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a lake. It was almost too picturesque to believe. Ducks were floating across the water’s surface in perfect lines. School of fish could be seen just below the surface swimming back and forth. The lake water was crystal clear, and she could see all the way to the bottom.

She smiled widely and ran down the hill to the edge of the lake. The only things missing were two unicorns. She dipped her big toe in the water, and marveled over the warmth of the water. Like a little child about to do something that she knew she shouldn’t. She gracefully let the silk robe fall from her shoulders to the ground.

“This is naughty,” she said, but she couldn’t help herself.

She elegantly walked into the water, first to her knees, then to her hips then to her shoulders. Then she went under water and began swimming around, playfully. Underwater, the sunbeams were even more pronounced. They entered from the surface above, glistened down through the fish swimming about, and came to rest at the lake’s bottom.

She swam down to the bottom and began looking at the rocks that lay there. She picked up one oddly shaped rock and swam back up to the surface, as swiftly and as playfully as a mermaid. Now she could study the rock more carefully. To her amazement, it wasn’t a rock at all, but in fact, an oyster. She opened it and her eyes lit up. Inside were two pearls, perfectly polished, and as white as snow. She shut the oyster quickly and closed her eyes. Once again, she opened the oyster and then her eyes. The pearls were still there. She laughed herself into a giggle.

Just then a school of fish swam up underneath her and lifted her up out of the water. She splashed back down into the water, and accidentally dropped the oyster. Panic came over her face. She dove back down into the water to find the oyster again, but was cut off by that same school of fish which twirled all around her one-by-one. They swam up and down each side of her body, and it tickled her. She soon forgot about the oyster, and continued on playing with the fish.

Needing a break, she swam to the surface and then over to the lake edge. She got out of the water, looking for her robe, but couldn’t find it. Suddenly her entire body got a chill, but then the sun rose higher in the sky and it warmed her. She laid down in the grass to continue to let the sun warm and tan her beautifully smooth body. She closed her eyes, and felt sleepy once more.
Something soft touched the tip of her bottom lip. “Open,” a voice softly whispered in her ear.

She unquestioningly opened her mouth as a pacifier was placed between her pink, pouty lips.

From a quick and stiff breeze, she could smell the sweet scent of baby powder. She arched her back up, then her hips and her thighs to take in as much of the scent as possible. As she delicately lowered her body back to the ground, she detected the sensation of a diaper underneath her bottom. Then she heard the diaper tapes being opened. Her upper body felt the warmth of a shirt once more.

Then another stiff breeze came across her forehead. It was warm, but felt wonderful in her hair. Then something soft was placed in her hand. It was her teddy bear which she clutched and hugged closely as she was gently rolled over onto her tummy. A loving pat on her powdered and diapered bottom accompanied a soft blanket being placed over her body.

Then everything got quiet, very quiet. And nothing else happened. She drifted off to sleep.

After what seemed like an eternity, a microwave “ding” broke the silence. Lily opened her eyes and found herself laying on the living room rug. Beneath her was a blanket. Covering her was another soft blanket. Her teddy was in her hand, and her pacifier was in her lips. She looked around the room and then rolled over onto her back. She was dressed in one of Zeke’s t-shirts (that was so large on her, it looked more like a dress.) She was wearing a diaper, and her hair (which was wet) was drawn up in pigtails.

Zeke entered from the kitchen. Kneeling next to her, he spoke softly.

“Look who woke up,” he said in a sweet whispering voice. “You were tired, Princess.”

He lifted her up in his arms. She clung to his body, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He gently hugged her back, kissing her on the forehead and patting her diapered bottom.

“You didn’t even wet your diaper in your sleep,” he said. “Soon you’ll be a big girl.”

Letting the pacifier (attached to her shirt with a clip and string) fall from her mouth, she replied. “Not likely any time soon.”

“I hope not,” said Zeke who had carried her into the kitchen.

She saw the high chair set up and ready to receive a hungry BabyGirl. Her eyes grew big and wide and she lowered her chin ever-so-slightly while shrink up her shoulders and burying her face in his neck. The “little baby” feeling had come over her and put her in a bashful state of mind.

“Somebody just got really shy, didn’t they,” Zeke said as he opened the freezer above the fridge to retrieve a bowl of oatmeal he had placed in there to cool down.

He carried her over to the high chair, and guided each leg into the seat. She hadn’t seen the bowl of oatmeal yet. Zeke walked behind her and placed the bowl in front of her on the high chair table. Her eyes lit up. She plunged her right hand into the bowl and brought a handful of the oatmeal up to her lips. Zeke was able to fasten a bib around her neck just in time.

She wasted no time at eating this oatmeal, and had little concern for keeping herself clean.

Zeke sat down next to her and said, “You must have been having a wonderful dream. You kept talking in your sleep about butterflies and fishes.”

Lily, who had just plunged a heap of oatmeal into her mouth, paused and looked at him.

“They were playing and swimming with me,” she mumbled with a full mouth.

“They must’ve kept you busy,” Zeke said. “I thought for sure you’d wake up when I put you in the bath water. I thought for sure you’d wake up when I dried your hair with the blow dryer. But, as a pleasant surprise, you slept right through it all. You looked like you were having a wonderful dream. I didn’t want to wake you up. You even raised your hips when I was diapering you. It was really sweet.”

Zeke smiled and winked. Lily smiled back, piecing together what happened in her dream with what he was telling her.
Shortly after, she was licking the bowl clean. Zeke got a washcloth, wet it at the sink, and tended to the sticky fingers that Lily was holding up for him to clean. He cleaned her face, and lifted her out of the high chair.

“Do you wanna spend some time in your nursery?” he asked while setting her feet down on the floor and replacing the pacifier in her lips.

She shook her head enthusiastically.

“Go on in. I’ll be right there after I put the high chair away,” he said.

Lily ran out of the kitchen, down the hallway and into the nursery, with her diapered bottom crinkling all the way. She dashed back out of the nursery to the living room where she had left her teddy bear. With bear in hand, she ran back into nursery.

She ran over to the toys that she had scattered on the floor earlier. Then she felt a breeze come from the window. She looked over at the window and saw it was cracked open about a foot. Sitting on the window ledge was the oyster!!!!

She ran over the window, and threw it up completely, looking out into the pitch black backyard. Then she opened the oyster. In it were the two pearls and a little note, which read …

“Lily, thank you very much for visiting the countryside. Please come back and visit us again and often.”

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Castles and Fortunes

Posted November 20, 2011 by Zorro Daddy

It was Friday night and another happy weekend was underway because Elliot was down to visit. Penny looked forward to the weekends anyway, but now she counted the fractions of each second of each minute until Friday night arrived and his car pulled into the driveway. She had gone from falling in love with him to falling in love with the mere thought of him.

And it was the greatest motivation she had ever known to get through the week until she next saw him. It was fast becoming the constant thought of her waking mind to reach out for the goal of being with him all the time. It felt so right and seemed so tangible, but she always cautioned her thoughts to not skip over the steps they were making now and to not forget that the path to a happy future went directly through enjoying the memories of the present and the moment.

And at this present moment, they were headed down the road for an evening she would certainly be adding to her fondest Daddy memories.

First came a stop at the gas station and as they filled up, she waved to him through the front window which he was squeegee-ing clean, a rather important detail that a lot would probably forget to do for where they were headed.

This autumn had been filled with so many happy memories all ready that she was delighting in the fact that she was having trouble remembering them all. The Holidays would begin next week with Thanksgiving. Many more memories were in store and she thought perhaps it would make sense to start writing them all down – so as to keep the details from slipping away.

She flipped the visor down on the passenger’s side and opened the vanity mirror, checking to make certain her pigtails were even and straight. She trusted him to put them up right, but it never hurt to check for herself. From the mirror’s showings, she could see the mound of things in the backseat they had brought with them for this trip. She got up on her knees and leaned over the front seat to look back at it all. How much fun this would be!!

Elliot got back in the car and playfully smacked her diapered bottom, producing that thud noise which reminded Penny of how broad her waddle would be. She was diapered to make it through quite a few hours of wetting without being changed, should needs be. But she had all read begun addressing that.

She sat back in the passenger’s seat properly, sitting Indian-Leg style as she smiled coyly behind her pacifier, enjoying the relief that came when she wet herself. And sitting next to her Daddy while doing this, she felt as little as could be. She lowered her chin as she tinkled herself into a little girl giddiness, looking down at the footed pajamas he had dressed her in.

The chill of November had arrived and seemed here to stay. The thick white pajamas she had on were perfect for keeping her warm through the cold weather season. And these particular pajamas were way too much fun to not wear.

They were made of cotton so soft that she often rubbed her hand across the material of the legs, feeling the delightful softness on her palm but also on the tender skin of her inner thighs. And they were fun PJs, too! They were the kind that you buttoned, from each ankle up the legs and then up her front to her collar.

And on each button was a different Disney character. From Mickey Mouse to Pluto to Donald Duck, all the classics were there. The only thing that would’ve made them even more fun would’ve been a drop seat in the back, but there was a saying written in light blue lettering that went across her tushy.

It read: “Dreams Come True”. - Rather appropriate for the way things were headed between she and Elliot.

"Okey Dokey,” he said suddenly, pulling out of the gas station and heading onward. “Hop up on your knees there and let’s take inventory that we have everything we’re gonna need.”

She got up on her knees again and leaned over the front seat, eyeing up what was in the back and ready to confirm his checklist.

“Do we have … foam cushions from the couch?” he asked in a playful, upbeat tone as she nodded yes enthusiastically while nursing her pacifier. “Very good. Do we have … blankets?”

She nodded yes again, reaching back and tossing the blankets to the side so she could see what was underneath them.

“Pillows?” he asked as she nodded yes, pointing to them. “A husband pillow?”

She nodded again, pointing to the pillows and pointing to him.

“You are too sweet,” he said, taking her pointing finger and kissing it before changing the subject back to the inventory.

If she only knew how long he had been carrying the engagement ring around in his pocket.

“How about … a diaper bag?” he asked in his Daddy voice as he patted her diapered bottom. “And do we need to change you before long?”

She pointed to the diaper bag and nodded yes. Then she pointed to her diapered bottom and shook her head no.

“Okay,” he said, believing her. “But Daddy will be checking before too much longer.”

She returned to her sitting position before he had the chance to reach inside her pajamas to check her. If he had, he would’ve discovered that she was wet and would’ve changed her before she had the opportunity to enjoy the littleness that came with the feeling of needing to be changed, a sentiment that was hard for any little girl to explain to her Daddy.

Perhaps it was best that way. It could remain a game of sorts where she tried to convince him she didn’t need changed, but in the end still enjoyed the security of knowing it was on his mind to keep her rash-free.

Suddenly, he flipped on the right turning signal and joined the line of cars and trucks to the side, all heading to the same place they were.

And there it was in front of them! They had arrived! Her excitement all but exploded out of her as she began bouncing up and down while clapping her hands. Normally, he would’ve buckled her into her seatbelt to keep her still, should they be traveling down the road, but instead he let her be giddy about it.

He could hardly blame her for being happy about the little things in life. And what’s more, her reactions served as proof that castles and fortunes would always take a second place to the gifts which came from the heart.

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That “White-Hot” Attention.

Posted November 10, 2011 by Zorro Daddy

When a flame burns hot enough, it’s orangish color will disappear, leaving a white flame. This is indicative of a temperature which is much hotter than normal and more intense all around.

Recently, I was asked what the attraction is for a female in “The Daddy’s Girl Fetish”. The best way I can summarize it is to say that she receives a kind of “white-hot” attention that she normally would not receive in a relationship from … the vanilla realm. LOL

To put more detail to it, imagine the kind of attention that a little girl receives. Everybody thinks she is adorable. Everybody wants to give her a hug. Everybody wants to see her smile and be happy and care-free. She is taken care of and protected, for her sweetness and her innocence and for how wonderful she is. She feels loved. She feels important and special in everyone’s eyes.

For an adult female, attention still exists and sometimes you can’t get away from the attention. But it’s a different kind of attention. Now, people want to get to know her for specific reasons or people want something from her. She has responsibilities and often times finds herself struggling to maintain an identity which remained so firmly in her youth.

For an adult female, imagine still being an adult but receiving the kind of attention she received when she was a little girl, back when everybody adored her just for being who she was.

The Daddy/BabyGirl dynamic reacquaints her with the feelings of being a little girl while within the ageplay setting of ABDL. Her adult side and her little side are cared for and nurtured.

That “white-hot” attention.

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The "Daddy"-tude

Posted November 10, 2011 by Zorro Daddy

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 which can connect us in ways that we can’t with others. This is what can lead to that bonding of hearts and a connection of souls. Then comes the ability to be so comfortable with each other that we can let down our personal guards and reveal those pieces of the puzzle which make us who we are, but only after we have found trust.

It’s a journey which seeks a foundation from which to build off of, a structure which will hold everything inside it that we choose to fill it with, and a roof which will never let 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, our affections into the depths of love we embrace about each other with.

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 all right. He has instinct which makes him want to protect.

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 which burn dreams of her into a Daddy’s mind.

In any relationship, we find ourselves connecting well with people who make us feel good about who we are. A Daddy and a BabyGirl do that one better by feeling good about who we are and who we will become because of each other. This comes from getting to know someone on a level which runs far deeper into our souls, to depths no one else has reached. And it is from this depth that we take the concept of “finishing each other’s sentences” and turn it into “finishing each other’s thoughts”.

A Daddy does things which others don’t. Many people can do, but it is a Daddy who does. He is often the last person to sit down and relax, but he doesn’t mind that. He would much prefer that everyone has everything they need before he relaxes. And it’s the BabyGirl who recognizes what he has done who will own his heart and his devotion for her lifetime.

Whereas a BabyGirl yearns to be admired, adored and cherished, a Daddy yearns to be appreciated, but he doesn’t ask for it. He looks to make her happy and anything that he receives beyond that will be the sentiments which bond.

A simple, sweet “thank you” will melt a Daddy’s heart in the same way that those three words do.

But even without words, he conveys to her what she means to him. His eyes, his actions, his sentiments and his touch will speak volumes to her. He finds the center of her heart by continuing to “get to know her” beyond the vanilla point of comfort. And soon, he is able to tell what she is thinking, what she needs, simply by watching the way she moves, the way she speaks and when-and-if she chooses to make it known.

A Daddy isn’t perfect and he doesn’t try to be, but he wants to be. He wants to be perfect for her.

A “Daddy”-tude is a state of mind, for certain. But beyond that, its definition will vary from one guy to the next. And that’s the beauty of it. It gives us the ability to find someone who sees things the same way each of us do … or at least close enough to allow starting points to build a foundation.

Enter the Daddy

Posted November 10, 2011 by Zorro Daddy

Innocence isn’t so much about pretending. It’s about being. A little not only wants to be innocent but she wants to be seen as innocent and treated in the specific like of the moment.

And a Daddy instinctively protects that innocence. The Chivalry of his soul demands it … as well it should.

Enter the Daddy …

Maybe the best way to encompass what a Daddy is and what it means to be a Daddy is to make a simple pros and cons list. Or perhaps better yet, simply accept a few thoughts:

A Daddy isn’t perfect and he isn’t a mind reader.

But The Core of Innocence doesn’t focus on what a Daddy can’t do. The simple fact is that everyone has things they can’t do. A Daddy is no different, in that regard, than anyone else.

It’s about the things he does which others don’t do.

A Daddy touches places in her heart that have never been touched before, and creates a depth of connection she has never reached before with anyone. And he does this by addressing a side of a BabyGirl which needs to be handled with care. It is this attention to her care which really tells her what she needs to know about who he is and who he will become with time and with their experiences in life.

The Definition of ALTRUISM is an unselfish regard for or devotion to the welfare of others.
This isn’t to say that a Daddy is unselfish. It’s to say that he pursues her comfort and her well-being passionately.

And this pursuit gives him pride. He will hold her in his arms and perhaps no words will be spoken, but if she holds him in her heart and if she longs for the kind of love he possesses and offers, she will hear the message loud and clear.

In his eyes, in his touch, in his actions, in his sentiments and in his arms, her heart will hear him saying:

“BabyGirl, Daddy ain’t gonna let nothin’ hurt you. And Daddy will keep you right here, where you are secure in being insecure, where you are safe to be vulnerable and where you are free to be who you are.”

A Daddy loves and protects all that he can for her, not the least of which being the core of innocence within her soul.

Enter the Daddy …

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