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“Sure. Let’s stay in until our fingers wrinkle.”

Kendry reached around me and poured more bubble soap in right where the water was hitting the surface. When it got hot again, I turned it off.

“Second act,” I commented.

“Yay!” Kendry gathered bubbles and blew them up into the air.

After a while of relaxing and playing, I had to admit this was heaven. Every muscle in my body had relaxed. I felt clean through and through.

“Bath time is a hit with me,” I said.

“I’m glad you like it.”

When we were ready to get out, I pulled the drain plug and as we dried off we watched the water whirl away. The toys got caught in the tide and spun in circles.

What a wonderful lesson. One more thing being with Kendry had taught me that I’d been missing from my life. Bath time.

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Kendry

Zale paid close attention to everything I taught him about me being little. At first, I thought he was just being a good guy, a nice guy. But the deeper our bond developed, the more I realized he truly was interested in my kink.

What got me was his perspective, approaching me as wanting to be the best lover and companion he could for me; it was all done out of love. Nothing could be purer than that.

We developed a routine, which I loved more than anything because my little always wanted assurance. A strong foundation provided that.

Zale worked from home two days a week, which meant he had to leave the other three days to go to the office and construction sites. He always got up and made breakfast. I learned to wake early with him, and my little could rely on eggs, toast and juice every day. On special days, I got Fruit Loops, my favorite cereal.

When Zale got home, if we weren’t going out, we had dinner. I could cook quite well, though my little was messy about it. But I always tried to have something for my not-daddy when he got home from work.

We ate at the table together and talked about our day. Afterward, we often relaxed for a while in front of the TV with wine for him, juice for me. Often, I would color, which I loved to do, or play with my toys on the living room floor. Zale would sometimes play with me. He was the best.

Then it was bath time. It was a favorite time of day for both of us. Zale now knew how to do baths correctly. He would draw the bath, make sure all my toys and bubbles were in place, then strip me and put me in it. Sometimes, he stayed outside the water for a while and washed me all over. Then he would join me and we’d play with my toys and make bubble beards.

Zale and I always read before bed. It was our moment for cuddling and intimacy. Because we were new lovers, it always led to sex.

Sex with Zale was always good. So good. On weekends, I got it during the daytime, too. Often more than once.

One day, Zale was in the bedroom putting away fresh laundry. I walked in just as he opened my bottom dresser drawer.

He turned. “You have a lot of jammies in here.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like to wear them?”

“Yeah.” I put my thumb to my lip and rubbed it.

“Why don’t you?”

“Because I like sleeping naked with you better.”

“But maybe before bed? Like when we’re reading?”

“I like reading with you naked.”

Zale pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms with feet. They were powder blue with little pink bunnies all over them. “These are cute.”

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