Posted by Zorro Daddy on January 12, 2008 at 22:19 [68.82.210.202]
Friday evening. Work is done, and the car ride home produced a great feeling of long awaited freedom … the weekend at last. On my way home, I put in Tom Petty’s Greatest Hits and mimicked Tom Cruise in “Jerry Maguire”.
Pulling into the driveway, I was surprised to see her car was all ready there. She beat me home. A genuine smile of delight came across my face. We both were happy to get some free time. Above and beyond the work we had to do to make ends meet, we were two souls that always remembered what brought us together to begin with and what would keep us together for the rest of our lives … (but I’m getting ahead of myself a little.)
Now, where was I? …. Oh yes … The weekend, time to unwind. I walked into the house and saw a note sitting on the kitchen table with a bottle of wine and two glasses sitting next to it. Pinot Grigio: opened, poured and breathing. She was looking forward to tonight as much as I was. The note was very simple. “Wake me up … Daddy!” My face lit up with a smile again.
The hallway leading back to the bedroom was strewn with a pair of her nylons, her skirt, her blouse, her high heels, her bra, her underwear, a scarf, a bracelet, and a pair of earrings.
I walked back to the bedroom, and slowly cracked the door open. There was a warmth in the air that told me she was inside. She was the type of girl whose body temperature rose dramatically when she slept. (I don’t know why it happened, but a warm girl on a cold night is truly precious.) The aroma of the room filled my senses. It’s that sweet scent that follows a girl wherever she goes, and remains where she’s been.
My eyes caught the site of a figure on the bed. Only her head was out of the blankets. She loved to sleep in the fetal position, and rarely shifted in her sleep at all. My heart began to beat at the pace of a racehorse. I was overcome with emotion. The girl I loved lay before me. It was the same emotion that overpowered me every time I saw her.
Her head faced away from me and all I saw was her beautiful long black hair. This morning she had straightened it, but often she would give herself curls. She liked the way her hair moved when it was curled, especially when I bounced her on my knee, or rocked her in my arms.
I knelt down beside the bed, and tenderly stroked the hair out of her face. She gently awoke, knowing I was coming for her. She stretched out of the fetal position. Turning her head towards me, our eyes met. I could feel my heart racing at full gallop again. She pulled her arms out from the covers. She had just applied red nail polish to her nails. Placing her hand over my heart, her face became flush with warmth and affection. My eyes redirected themselves to the pacifier in her lips. She winked at me.
I traced the outline of every feature of her face with my fingertips. She breathed softly behind her pacifier and closed her eyes. I delicately kissed her forehead. Her face lit up with a smile. She curled up her legs and began kicking in place as she giggled. It was her playful way of telling me she wanted to get up.
I heard a familiar noise under the covers. I peeled the covers off her. She was wearing one of my white button-down shirts, and a diaper which I knew she would be wearing. Placing a hand behind her head, I helped her sit up as I rose to my feet. She sat on her knees and threw her hands out and up, wanting to be lifted in my arms.
I had the pleasure of knowing her in two forms: “Big” and “Little”. “Big” was the adult, the woman, the love and inspiration that I formed a union and life with. “Little” was the baby, the fun-loving side of her that needed to be nurtured and taken care of. When I first saw the pacifier in her lips, I knew instantly that she wanted to feel “little”…. at the moment, at least. But whether “big” or “little”, she was who I cared about most.
I lifted her up into my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist, we embraced and her body heat grew into me. I placed my hand on her diapered bottom for the sake of habit, but I all ready knew. (wink)
I carried her down the hallway, and into the living room. The last rays of sunlight were sneaking through the trees around the house and through the window. In an hour, it would be dark. I laid her on the couch, and tickled her ribs for a moment. She giggled again, then settled herself down and flat as I unfastened her diaper.
As I removed it and began to wipe her clean. She reached up and twisted my hair with her fingers. (It feels really good when she does that, I’ll admit.) I lifted her bottom in the air and took a gentle stroke up each cheek with a wipe. I could tell her eyes were fixated on me.
I placed a new diaper beneath her and laid her bottom back down on it. The scent of powder permeated the air. As I drew the front of her diaper up and into place, she reached up to my face and began to touch it with her elegant fingertips. She was so gentle and caressing about. She would often stroke my face when I held her in my arms and fed her a bottle. My face fascinated her at those moments.
The button-down shirt came off, and a Yankees jersey went on her, Her choice, not mine.
Freshly cleaned and diapered, I lifted her up into my arms again. She rested her head on the side of my neck. She was feeling very “little” at this point. Getting her diaper changed often did that to her. We had found many different activities in a Daddy/BabyGirl relationship that would form a bond between us every time we did them. The diaper change was one of those bonding moments.
I held her in my arms for a moment rocking her back and forth. I all ready knew what she wanted next, but I wanted to take a moment to tell her how much she meant to me. “There’s never a moment that goes by without you in my thoughts, my senses, my soul and my heart,” I whispered in her ear.
I sat down on the couch and positioned her on my lap to rock her for a while. She lifted her head up, and allowed the pacifier to fall from her lips before turning my face towards her, closed her eyes, and kissed me softly. I put one arm around the back of her waist, and the other straight up her back while holding the back of her head in my hand.
We opened our eyes, and ended a sweet kiss. Tears had welled up in her eyes, and I was experiencing the same emotion. I rolled my fingers up and down her arms and legs. “Touch” was always a big thing with her. She loved the feeling of my hands on her skin. She devoted quite a bit of time (and lotion) to keeping her skin as soft and smooth as possible. When I touched her, I’m sure it felt very nice, but I think she also liked the fact that I noticed how soft her skin was.
In a sudden gesture of “little”, she crossed her eyes at me, and laughed. “You are the kindest guy I have ever known. You take care of me so tenderly. There’s nothing sweeter,” she said.
“Am I sweet like Pinot Grigio?” I asked, playfully.
She smiled, and stood up. “That’s not all,” she said while taking my hand and skipping like a little girl into the kitchen. She opened the oven and pulled out a delivery bag of some sort. I stood behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and rested my chin along the side of her neck.
She opened it and we looked in. “Thai food,” I said.
“Bring the wine and the glasses, Daddy, and follow me,” she said as she led me into the den. On the floor by the fireplace was a blanket with silverware, plates and candles. She had set up a blanket picnic….in our den. She lit the candles, opened the bag again and served it out. “So what is this we’re eating?” I asked.
She rattled it right off: “Curried vegetables and pork with rice noodles. It has bell peppers, asparagus, onions, sugar-snap peas, fresh ginger … All kinds of healthy things.”
She laid on her tummy with her feet up in the air, and looked up at me. “Can I ask you a question, Daddy?”
“Absolutely.”
“When did you decide that you wanted me in your life?”
“When you go to bed thinking about someone and you wake up thinking about someone, and you think about her every moment in between, you realize that you’ve found someone that effects differently than anyone else. I never really had to decide. I all ready knew. What about you?”
While eating, she replied: “You make me feel good. Lots of people have made me feel pretty or sexy or happy, but when a girl finds a guy who makes her feel good all over, she’s found a keeper…..and you let me be your babygirl. That’s good, too.”
She had cleared her plate except for the asparagus which she had pushed to the side. I set my plate down, and we both stared at each other. The flickering of the candles and the fireplace, providing the only light in the room, illuminated the face of this beautiful girl sitting in front of me… in a diaper and a Yankees jersey.
We said nothing, but we were still communicating with each other. The food we just ate, the wine we just drank, the fire-lit room we were in and the love we shared were putting the same want in our eyes.
“Come on. It’s my turn to surprise you. We’ll get the dishes later,” I said as I leapt to my feet. She leaned over, blew the candles out, and hopped up. I took her by the hand, and began running to the back porch.
“I can’t go outside in just my diaper!” she said with excitement. I grabbed a pair of sweat pants and her favorite pair of birken stocks. We got to the back porch. I sat on a chair, put her on my lap, the birken stocks on her feet, and the sweat pants on her legs.
Up we jumped, and off we went into the woods. She was trying to pull the sweat pants up the whole time we were running. Our foot race ended when we got to the tree line of the woods. Stopping to catch our breath, and to allow her time to pull the sweat pants up and tie them, I leaned up against a tree.
A little confused as to what was wrong, she kept trying to pull the sweat pants up, but had little success. Finally, she stopped trying and looked at me. “You grabbed a pair of your sweat pants, not mine,” she said.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry. Should I go back and get another pair?” I asked.
“Naaaah!” she said playfully. “The only thing of mine that I need to be wearing is a diaper. I don’t care what you dress me in. I’ll love it all. So long as I’m with you.”
Her speech was a little quick and slightly slurred. She wasn’t able to drink much wine without it affecting her. Having caught her breath, I could see her mind was beginning to “wander” as to what we were going to do next. Her head lowered, and her eyes widened. She looked all around, and then back to me with a grin. She didn’t have to say it. I all ready knew.
“Hide and Go Seek?” I asked. She nodded as I gave her the pacifier and watched her run off to hide. She bounced as she ran, and her hair flopped around.
As a guy, the sight of a girl walking away from you or towards you is truly breath-taking. The way she carries herself, the way she moves - it’s a very captivating moment to take in that vision of her, head-to-toe. It’s another form of non-verbal communication. You can tell how she’s feeling, perhaps even what’s on her mind if you are passionate enough about her to get to know her that well.
I knew the odds of her hiding weren’t going to be very good. Aside from dusk having set in, she had a gleaming white pacifier between her lips, and her diaper was not only visible because the sweat pants were too big for her waist, but it was also disposable (by her choice, but I whole-heartedly agreed) and it made that crinkling noise whenever she moved, crawled, walked, ran, jumped, anything.
I counted to ten, and then dashed into the trees. Shortly, I was no longer looking for her. I had found her. Now she was looking for me. This is what we did. She always wanted to be the one to hide, but after I counted and started looking for her, she wanted to try to find me. So I indulged her.
At first, she kept trying to look for me, but after a while she gave up. Because … she all ready knew she wasn’t going to find me.
“Daddy?” she called out.
“Yes?” I replied from a distance.
“Are you about to sneak up on me?”
“Yes,” I replied just a split second before I ran up behind her, grabbed her around the waist, lifted her in the air, and tickled her.
She howled with laughter. I set her down. She wrapped her arms around my body and laid her head on my chest. I returned the hug and kissed her on the forehead.
We had so many things in common which made bonding so easy for us. Even our heights were perfect for each other. I was 5’ 11”, and she was 5’ 4”. Which made the pheromones line up just right.
On the male body, pheromones are emitted all over from the skin. The highest concentrated area of pheromone emission on a guy is from his chest. The same is true of a female, but her highest pheromone emission zone is the top of her head. So, when we embraced, our noses lined up right with the other’s “hot spot”.
I reached down inside the sweat pants (which were barely hanging on to her waist) and put my hand on her diapered bottom. Patting her bottom was something that I liked to do anyway, but since she was in her “little” mode and wearing a diaper, it also served as a way to see if she needed her diaper changed. Because I all ready knew that she wouldn’t tell me if she needed her diaper changed. Just so long as she could continue to wear it.
She folded her arms in front of her and curled up tightly in my chest. A diaper check served to make her feel really “little” at a moment’s notice.
Just then, lightning illuminated the dark woods and thunder broke the sweet moment. Without any further warning, it began to pour rain. We dashed for the back porch, but she could only run so fast, and we were getting soaked. So I stopped in front of her, squatted slightly, and she jumped up on my back. Then we piggy-backed the yard. Getting under cover of the porch, we found relief in not having to dodge the raindrops anymore, but we were drenched just that quickly.
I looked at her and marveled over how, yet again, she was able to stop me dead in my tracks with the simplest thing. This time, it was her beautiful, long black hair that had become wet and was dripping. Knowing I was gazing at her, she shrunk her shoulders up and looked back up at me. The rain drops streaming down her face made her seem to glow.
And yet again, without saying a word the “eyes” returned from both of us. I reached out and pulled the waist string on the sweat pants. They fell off her and to the porch floor. She unbuttoned my shirt down to my chest, put her arms around me and gracefully drug her nails down my back. I lifted her up, walked into the house, and back to the bedroom. Piece-by-piece, we added another layer of clothing to the hallway rug. We got to the bedroom door. She reached out and opened it. I carried her in, turned out the light, and shut the door………………….
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