Sugar & Spice
(Rock-a-Bye ABDL Bedtime Stories)
Zorro Daddy
Copyright 2012 Zorro Daddy
Published by Zorro Daddy at Smashwords
Who Is She?
I don’t know how many times someone has sent me an email asking that question. What they are asking is who the ABDL Girl is in the stories I write.
Some are asking for a literal answer. Others want the figurative. Whether I give her the name of Lily, Mia, Gina, Keira or whatever … she is based on real people. So, at her core, she is more real than fantasy.
But to describe the nature of who she is:
She is perfect yet flawed. And because she makes mistakes, you can relate to her. No one is perfect, but people like her have perfect intentions all the time. (And there is nothing flawed about having such intentions.)
She is complicated yet simple. There are so many levels to her personality that getting to know her is a lifetime pursuit, and one that you can’t help but love. And she’ll often realize that she is searching for a solution to a problem which doesn’t exist. That’s when she goes “simple” again.
She is fun-loving yet serious. A giggle, a bounce and a smile can not only make her moment and her day, but yours as well. And all those around her benefit from her cheery outlook on everything. It is her personal mission in life to make the world around her as happy of a place as possible. But when the time comes to be serious, she can answer that calling because she realizes that the world is a great, big place and she will have a lot of work ahead of her to change it. Until then, she recognizes when she needs to be serious.
She is affectionate. And she shows how she feels, longing to be touched and held and loved back with the same passion she has given. Touch is very important to her. From the forehead to the neck to the lips to the tummy to the bottom to the legs to her toes. Her skin is a receptor and the closer she can be to a beating heart, the more affectionate she becomes. Sure, she’ll wander off, but that’s only because she wants him to take her by the hand.
She is impulsive and spontaneous. And she does what comes to mind and heart without always weighing the outcome of her actions. It is her nature to listen to her first instinct, believing that it is the best one to follow because it was the first one.
She is adaptable. And she hates the fact that she ever needs to act differently or become someone else for a short time when the situation calls for it, but she does it, just like everyone has to. She has a free spirit and an open heart. And it is because of her innocent nature that she believes everyone should be able to be exactly who they are all the time (which is also part of her mission to increase the happiness of the world.)
She is sweet. And everyone around her sees how pure her heart is. She’s got the nature to be happy and to paint rainbows in the clouds when the rain finally breaks, to see the opportunities that present themselves only by candlelight when a storm knocks the electricity out, to see long lines at a Wal-Mart as a chance to say the things you meant to earlier, to relive a kiss over and over in her mind until she receives the next one, to hug someone with the intention of giving her love to them, to wipe away someone’s tears before they stain the cheeks but not before they served their purpose, to think of what others need while she thinks of what she wants, to ask a question without fear of ridicule or judgment, to listen to the advice of others while also deciding what is best for her and to possess a motherly love in the mind of a BabyGirl.
What intrigues me about the typical ABDL Girl from my stories is that she’s real and that’s why I keep writing about her.
She is a character born from reality, nurtured through the events of storylines, and brought to life through imaginations.
She is a dream, but one that is tangible and unforgettable. And when you meet her, you’ll know who she is.
- Zorro Daddy
Sugar & Spice
(Rock-a-Bye ABDL Bedtime Stories)
The Sugar
With Thoughts of Daddy (Part 1 of 2)
The “Daddy-n-Me” Day (Part 1 of 6)
The “Daddy-n-Me” Day (Part 2 of 6)
The Spice
Message In A Bottle Feeding (Part 1 of 2)
Message in a Bottle Feeding (Part 2 of 2)
Those Darn Tummy Flies (Part 4 of 4)
A Little Something Extra
With A Soul As Sweet As Cherry Pie: His Touch and Effect
With A Soul As Sweet As Cherry Pie: Her Whispered Desire
The Daddy Voice
The Sugar
With Thoughts of Daddy
(Part 1 of 2)
TGIT?
She unlocked the front door, stumbling in with near-exhaustion. It wasn’t a tough day at work. It was simply a busy one. Perhaps her tired condition was indication that she had worked hard. She kicked her shoes off and tossed her keys on the small table by the front door, walking into the kitchen while scrunching up and cracking her toes through her nylons.
It was Thursday and she was thankful that there was only one day left until the weekend. She took a mug down from the cupboard, dropped in a pouch of chamomile tea, filled it with water and placed it in the microwave. For whatever reason, Thursdays, tiring or not, were usually pretty good days. No one was in “weekend mode” yet, so the day was productive, but it was close enough to the weekend that the mid-week “drag” around the workplace had left.
She smiled at the beauty of the moment that Thursday was done. Now, she could have a nice relaxing weekend to look forward, if just in her thoughts tonight. For that reason, Thank God It was Thursday ...
She looked out the kitchen window, watching two birds playfully flying from branch to branch. It wouldn’t be long before they began to head south for warmer weather, but the days and nights hadn’t just yet chilled to the point of migration.
The cat suddenly appeared on the kitchen counter, having leaped up to it from half way across the room. She jumped back for a second, startled at the feline’s quick arrival.
Meepers was the cat’s name, a name given to it for its inability to meow properly. She had found this cat alongside the road as she went for a walk one night about a year ago. It was so scrawny, undernourished and neglected, yet still had a look in its eyes – asking to picked up, petted and if possible … loved.
She brought the kitten home and not only loved it, but quickly made it a part of her family, in her heart. There were pets and then there were pets who meant so much to you that they became family members.
Such was Meepers, a super-rambunctious little kitty that had found its place in life and into the hearts of those where it belonged.
She often thought about Meepers and how it had found what it was looking for, without even trying. Sometimes things were just meant to be. She and Meepers shared a lot of the same wishes and hopes in life – being loved, being needed and being made comfortable.
She poured cat food into the dish by the microwave at the same time that the microwave sounded. Taking her hot cup of tea out, she added a little sugar to it and stirred it with a spoon, allowing it to steep. She ran her hand down the cat’s back and up to the tip of its tail. Meepers straightened her back while being petted and still eating.
She picked up her mug of tea and petted Meepers one more time before heading out onto the front porch. The early evening had crispness to it, in the air, in the atmosphere and in the feel it gave her. It may have been her favorite time of day - when she knew her responsibilities were taken care of and she could relax.
Taking the opportunity, she sat on the swing on the corner of her porch, stretching her legs out as she sipped the hot tea. Chamomile was wonderful. It added to her bird watching, her peace seeking and her leisure.