Posted by Zorro Daddy on January 26, 2007 at 05:13 [209.74.60.167]
You’ve gotta love of it. You’ve gotta live for it. The sight of her sleeping, curled up in a ball with lightly twitching eyes make it clear that her mind is off in some dreamy place.
Kneeling beside the bed, you gently stroke her hair. She’s beautiful. Wearing something soft and light, like a nightie, she shifts her position ever-so-slightly. She moves her hips to find new comfort and in doing so, makes her diaper crinkle a little.
She’s precious. Her head turns to the side, revealing the pacifier that has fallen from her lips. Trying not to disturb her slumber, you pick up the pacifier and attempt to put it back in her mouth. At first, she twitches her nose and moves her mouth away, but eventually cracks open her delicate lips, accepting the pacifier and lightly sighing relief over its return. She sucks on it once or twice, and then enters back into deep sleep.
You lean forward and kiss her forehead gracefully. You trace her eyebrows with your finger. Lying before you is a peacefully sleeping, fully grown adult female. Her appearance is enchanting. Her figure from, her tiny, painted toenails to the ribbons holding her pigtails in place, is an eyeful of infantilism.
It is obvious that she is in a blissful state, where she wants to be, how she wants to be, with who she wants to be. She is feminine in her manners and movement and essence. She is infantile in her demeanor and facade and emotions. She loves, whole-heartedly, and without reserve. She responds to love and kindness and lives vicariously through a bond that she has with you, her caregiver, and the owner of the passion within her heart.
She places her innocence in your hands and leaves herself in your care. You nestle her timidness. You shield her from her fears. You make her world and everything within it simple and pleasant and wonderful and loving, just as she is. There is nothing too overwhelming for her so long as you are there to ease her and to make her feel loved.
So you stand to your feet, and take in the sight of her once more before covering her with her blanket. You revel in the attachment that you feel to her. You turn to leave the room, and as you turn back to take yet one more look at her before closing the door, you find her looking at you, with eyes open and a bright grin beaming from behind her pacifier. She winks at you and then closes her eyes again.
You smile as you close the door.
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