Page 3 of My Young Alpha Daddy

The portrait of me and my stuffie Torben on the wall? Well yes, it’s kinda out there, but I love it. I’ve had that yellow doggy stuffie in my life since I was a kid.

Torben’s been there for all my ups, and my downs too.

Torben and I come as a package, so I wanted something to celebrate that!

‘Okay, so no work today, I guess I should go back to bed?’ I say, wandering into the kitchen and inevitably making a beeline for the large twin-refrigerators. ‘Maybe some… ice-cream first though. After all, I need to shift this headache.’

I have a look at the selection of sweet and creamy ice cream on offer and decide to go with the triple choc-chip, caramel, biscuit ice cream that’s been tempting me ever since it was delivered.

‘I was going to save this to have with my friends,’ I giggle, taking the big tub of ice cream into my hands. ‘But… they’d understandhehe.’

I grab a spoon and walk with the ice cream over toward the living area and park my butt down on my large L-shaped couch.

‘Wowwww, that feels too good,’ I say as my butt feels the soft bounce of the couch’s plump cushion. ‘But I bet this ice cream is about to taste a whole heap better!’

As I’m munching away on the ice cream, something hits me.

I’m enjoying the flavor. It feels comforting and I can tell it’s easing my headache already. But there’s a voice in my head. And it’s a voice I can’t ignore any longer.

I need to see a personal trainer.

I love my body, I really do. But if I want to keep indulging in all of these lovely flavors and sweet foods, then I need to maybe put some exercise into my routine.

It’s not just that though. I like to go out and have late nights and party. I want to be able to keep doing that and putting some exercise into my life would help with stamina and sleep.

I could go to a gym…

No, who am I kidding? I’ve already got two gym memberships running that I never, and I meannever, use. Speaking of which, I really need to cancel those subscriptions!

What I need is to find someone to be accountable to. A personal trainer would make me do the work. I wouldn’t be able to simply not show up or duck out of doing the work.

I need a goal to work toward, something to motivate me.

There was that website that my friends were talking about. YoungDaddies.com I think it was….

‘Okay, let’s have a look…’ I say as I take my iPhone and quickly get the website up. ‘Let’s see what this is all about…’

Welcome to YoungDaddies.com where we match older Littles with younger Daddies. Not all Littles are young, and not all Daddies are old. But you already know that, right? Our Littles may be older, but that doesn't mean they don't lovestuffies, nap time, cute rompers and fluffy diapers!We've got plenty ofyounger Daddieswho are just asdominant, demanding, and need a boy to care for, nurture and discipline too when required. So join YoungDaddies.com today and meet your perfect forever love. HEA guaranteed!

Okay, looks like I’m all signed up and ready to go. This feels a little bit crazy and wild, but it’s about time that I started putting myself out there more.

My sex life really shouldn’t be reduced to getting throbbing erections over straight guys on first class flights. Although I did enjoy having naughty thoughts about Mr. Handsome.

But seriously, it’s time that I really started to put my life in place.

I love who I am, but if all I need to do is make some small adjustments in order to get everything I want then I’m all for it.

I may be an older Little, but I’m determined to get myself a young Daddy.

But while I wait for these changes to happen, I’ve got a big tub of the creamiest, sweetest, most delicious ice cream in the whole of New York City to devour.

When I have a Daddy, I might be eating this ice cream off his rock-hard chest, or even licking it off his cock.

But for now, I’m going to have to make do with getting a big spoonful or ten into my sweet little mouth…

Chapter 2

Rafa

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