Dylans Story

[abgirlDylan]

“What to write….. What to write…….. Cant think” Dylan thought to her self

She was trying to write a story about her life and the things that have happened, but nothing was inspiring her.

Every time she went back to the story she had previously started, her mind would go blank.

It caused her so much stress and depression as she knew somewhere inside her head, there were great ideas to be written down, but she just couldn’t think of them.

She would often get some of her friends to try and help her come up with ideas but they could never give her the right inspiration she wanted.

One day, she sat down on the sofa and started to try and think.

No matter how hard she tried to think, she thought of nothing.

Then she had inspiration and wrote……….

“Whitney was sat, watching TV when her daddy, Leo called her for breakfast.

She went to the table and sat down to eat.

After breakfast, they got dressed and went out for the day.

As they went into all the different shops, Whitney was asking for pretty much everything she saw, but Leo said no, as they either had enough or couldn’t afford it.

But she was good and didn’t kick off when he said no.

When they got home, they had lunch and then Whitney was put down for her afternoon nap.

When she woke up, dinner was ready, so she went to sit at the table, and waited.

As Leo placed it on the table, Whitney went to wash her hands, before eating.

She came back to the table and they ate.

After dinner, they watched TV for a while, before having a bath and then going to bed.”

But alas, Dylan could not think of anything else to write.

One afternoon, she decided to paint her bedroom walls, still hoping ideas will soon come to her mind.

All she could think about was how her boyfriend/daddy, put 4 cold ice cubes down her diaper the night before.

She wanted him to do it again, that day but alas, she was content on getting her story complete.

Dylan sat in her room, trying to think of ways to concentrate on the story at hand.

Some how, having cold objects in her diaper turned her on and that is what she wanted to do, but wasn’t sure if that would inspire her to write more but she doubted that and went back to concentrating on the story.

She had some white chocolate buttons and shared them with her boyfriend, while he

read what she had written so far.

All Dylan could think about was the cold sensation of her downstairs area being touched by ice cold ice cubes and wanting more.

“I wander if I shall ever get the feeling and the thought of the ice cubes out of my head” she pondered to herself.

She sighed and tried thinking, harder than ever but still nothing.

Maybe she was getting tired, maybe she was hungry still, maybe she just wasn’t into thinking that day, but she pushed and pushed her mind to think, even though it wouldn’t.

In the end, she gave up and left it for that day, hoping she will think of something the next day, as she wouldn’t be so tired and would have more inspiration.

That evening, after her boyfriend’s parents went to bed, Dylan and Paul went to play the Nintendo Wii sports resort bowling.

It was her turn and he went to put the kettle on to make some tea.

As he came back, awaiting the kettle to boil, he held in his hands a surprise for her.

She took her shot and as she did so, he put 6 ice cubes down her diaper, more than he did the night before.

She squealed as it was freezing cold, but after a while, she started to love the cold sensation against her delicate area.

After he took his shot, Dylan took hers and as she did, he caught her by surprise again, by rubbing the ice cubes against her delicate and now slightly sensitive area.

She squealed, squirmed and rubbed against his hand.

The next day, she woke up only to find Paul had gone out.

She got up, vacuumed the carpet and had breakfast.

After breakfast, Dylan went on a few websites that she knew and spent a few hours in there.

A few hours went by and she decided to practice her singing and so she put on her favourite artist and began to sing.

When Paul came home, they had lunch, and then Dylan had an afternoon sleep.

A few hours went by and they had dinner, watched TV and went to bed.

The next morning, Dylan awoke to find a wet patch underneath her on the bed.

Paul saw this and told her to go and have a shower while he changed the bed sheet.

She came back to find hand and ankle cuffs attached to the bed.

As she was about to ask Paul what was going on, he grabbed her by the wrists, tied her up and left her be for an hour, before coming back to untie the ankle cuffs, lifting her legs up high and spanking her butt red.

He laid her down, diapered her and then took her downstairs for breakfast.

After breakfast, they went into town for a few things and as they were walking, Dylan started to slow down a bit as she was getting tired.

They sat down in a small café to have lunch and a little rest.

Paul had noticed that Dylan’s diaper was drooping very badly and so he took her to the changing room toilet and changed her, before heading home for dinner.

When they arrived back home, he set the table, got Dylan changed for dinner and they then both sat down to eat.

After dinner, Paul got Dylan all dressed for bed and gave her a bottle of warm milk to help her sleep.

The next morning Paul woke Dylan up, took her to the bathroom to which a nice warm bath was waiting for her. After her bath, Paul got her dressed and they went downstairs for breakfast, after which they both watched TV.

Just before lunch Paul checked Dylan’s diaper to find it soaking, he took her back upstairs and swiftly got her changed into a dry one.

While he was changing her, Paul announced that they were to be going out for lunch. Dylan asked where they would be going, but Paul told her it was a surprise.

When they got there, she found herself at a wild life park, so Paul parked the car up and they went to get a bite to eat for lunch then set off for a nice walk around the wild life park.

As they were walking around, they saw all the different types of creatures that were there and also the amazing scenery of the sanctuary.

As the day went on, Dylan found herself getting quite tired and started walking slower than normal.

Paul saw this and he thought to himself, “I think it’s time we got her home”.

So he asked her if she was getting tired and if she was ready to go home for a nap.

Dylan nodded her head and said, “yeppies daddy, I seepies”.

When they got home, Paul got her dressed in her sleeper, set her travel crib up in the living room and then placed her inside for her nap.

When she awoke, Paul took her out to the local pub for a bit of fresh air and a drink or two.

“lets go home, hunny bun, daddys getting tired” Paul said, yawning like a train.

So they drank up their last drink and headed back home for dinner and a bath, before heading to bed.

The next morning, Paul got up, woke Dylan up and sat down with her for breakfast before leaving for work.

[Eric Hardfellow]

Ok so far this has got a lot of potential, its well written and has a good plot line so far. The only problem is that it reads more like a summary than a story. there is no substance, its just a series of events. Expand, let us know what the characters are feeling, what they are thinking. At the moment you are skimming over things, try and delve into them and expand. At the moment i cant connect with either of your characters, they dont seem real. This is easilly rectified, just expand on everything.

Anyway i hope to read more

[belinda_sue_fox]

Where are the goats?

Where are the golfers?

It's a well known scienterrific fact that all good stories have goats in and general belittling of golfers.

[Baby Rose]

I'm just wondering if you act like this on a regular basis, or if it's just the story?

[Julie_J]

it's all fantasy, afterall. really.