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Background:
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This simple phrase might have been invented for me. At first, I can fly under the radar -- until you watch me for a while, and determine that indeed, still waters do run deep.
While my roots outside the mainstream run deep, the birth of Babyface can be traced back to a summer afternoon in Bavaria, back in 1988. It was then that I realized why the models and movie stars that had been held up to me as ideal had never really gotten my motor running. In the fairytale surroundings of Neuschwanstein, I first realized that yes, it was the BBW form and ideal which captivated me. Of course, it wasn't as simple as that -- that was the mere beginning.
For many years, the appearance of innocence was a curse, rather than a blessing -- it made it that much harder to be taken seriously as the budding mafioso I was on the road to becoming. Location and opportunities conspired to litter the early part of the track with false starts. I suppose you could say that being picked up from a college campus (where I was still a student) by a porn actress would serve as a signpost for things to come -- especially as it was -her- fantasy that was being fulfilled. A track record of acts illegal in 16 states (give or take -- those decency laws are always changing, depending on whether it's an election year or not) began to mount over the years -- some slowly, some in rapid succession in gatherings of various sizes. Word of mouth began to spread -- like many of my mafioso companions, I encourage referrals and reviews. It keeps me from looking like I'm a braggart and a boaster, when the tales begin to spread.
That Babyface became notorious, in a way that now makes it hard to separate the truth from the fiction -- unless you ask the source. Of all the stories that are out there, most of them have at least a kernel of truth -- except for the ones that are outright fabrications. Some say they find it hard to tell what's going on behind the youthful, innocent expression. It's pretty simple, usually -- if there's an attractive BBW in the room, my gaze is drawn to her, while at the same time, I'm trying not to give away too much to the casual onlooker. While I have a happy home, I am also joined with my mafioso compatriots in helping BBWs enjoy themselves, in whatever way I can assist.
If there's something you'd like to know, just ask... but be warned. This Babyface speaks his mind when asked, and comes from the perspective. "It's not the years, it's the miles." There's no shame in my game, and what you hear from me will be truth. Some can't handle it -- but for those can, well, just ask around. This Babyface knows what it takes to make a BBW happy.
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