10 More Things to Do With Your BabyGirl
On A Saturday Night
Zorro Daddy
Copyright Zorro Daddy 2011
Published by Zorro Daddy at Smashwords
There are always:
Dreams to be Dreamt,
Fairy Tales to be Told,
“Happily Ever Afters”
to be Pursued,
Memories to be Made,
that Perfect Story
to be Written,
that Deepest Love Yet
to be Discovered,
and the Opportunity
- Awaiting to Feel It All
Last Saturday Night, he had taken his BabyGirl through a whirlwind of emotions, sensations, gratification and arousal which she still felt with each passing day and passing thought of the night that had been. In one night, he took her list of ten greatest fantasies and completed them all.
It is now the following Saturday Night and he has decided to do it again, this time making her kneel in a corner and write down another list of ten fantasies. She digs deep into the core of who she is and to the center of her existence to create for her Daddy …
10 More Things to Do With Your BabyGirl
On A Saturday Night
She sat on his knee, as naked as the day she was born. In many ways, it felt like every day with him renewed the heart that beat within her chest and she was affected with a love and a life which felt newborn. In her mind, it was the perfect blend of fantasy and reality.
Being a BabyGirl was her greatest fantasy. But being his BabyGirl was what was so great about her reality. Whether she was naked or dressed to the “9”s, Big or little in thought, word and deed – she knew she would always be his BabyGirl.
He gently rubbed his hand up and down her back as he read over what she had written on the piece of construction paper in his hand. Easing back into the reclining chair, the smile on his face made her feel good that what he was reading he was also envisioning.
She looked back at the corner of living room where she had been made to kneel, but it wasn’t for the sake of punishment that he put her there. It was for the sake of focus. She recalled her time in that corner, from just a few minutes prior.
In her left hand, he had placed ten crayons, each of a different color. In her right hand, he placed a white piece of construction paper and gave her simply instructions as to what she was to write.
“I want another list of ten, BabyGirl,” he said with a deep timbre that shot through her senses as she closed her eyes. “Would you like to make me another list of ten?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered in a breathy tone as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Your heart has many fantasies, doesn’t it?” he whispered in her ear.