Page 6 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

Boys, littles of all kinds, have come and gone over the years but the Daddy in me was always there. Many a Saturday night I’d leave the club horny as hell after sating littles who shared my kink. I’d leave with a willing body to sate the arousal. Nursing was an aphrodisiac, foreplay if you will and if there wasn’t a boy to fill my bed then my hand did the job when I got home. Could I have partaken with the willing little while nursing? Absolutely, but personally I wasn’t much of a showman and preferred the privacy of a room with four walls and no other occupants.

Though now, the revolving door of boys had grown old, and I longed for one of my own.

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OMG! OMG! OMG!

I slammed my laptop shut. Huge mistake. Like, universe size gigantic. Note to self, do not ever googlemen who like to suck things. I was gonna have nightmares forever after what I just saw.

I grabbed Bumble and screamed into him in the hopes of releasing the demons currently inhabiting my brain.

“Sorry, Bumble.”

He forgave me ‘cause he loved me. But the urge to retreat into my shell and hide was overridden by the desperate desire to find others like me. That weren’t scary porn others whose bodies did these-- these not so human kinda bendy things. I don’t think our bodies were meant to be that flexible.

“Should I try again, Bumble?”

He wasn’t so sure but maybe if I chose better words it wouldn’t be so scary. Maybe. With Bumble tightly tucked against me, Ityped into the search bar:men who like to nurse and play with toys.

I hit enter and closed my eyes, then counted to three and opened them.

“Okay, only a little scary, Bumble.” I avoided the picture tabs and the iffy ones. About halfway down the page I came across something called littles.

“Alright, let’s try that.” If it’s little it can’t be all bad, right?

And there they were. All kinds of people just like me. Some wore super cute footie pjs, while others were in onesies.

“I didn’t know they made those for grown-ups.” Almost everyone had a stuffie in hand. “Look Bumble, lots of friends for you and me.” The more I read and saw, the more I felt like my tilted world had been righted.

But they had mommies and daddies, and I didn’t.

Wide awake now, I took a chance and dove in. Whether that was wise was anyone’s guess but on the slight chance I finally found where I belonged, it would be worth it in the end. Plus, I’d likely not sleep anyway with those icky images in my mind so I might as well do something productive that hopefully shooed them away.

I dove further into the littles scene and landed in a chat room and created an account under the pseudonym of Little Bumble Bee.

“See Bumble, it’s a combination of both of us.”

Excluding Bumble wouldn’t be nice ‘cause he was my best friend.

Actually, he was my only friend…

Poking around, a chat room full of littles and a couple of middles popped up. How could I not create an account so I could ask the bazillion questions swirling around in my head.

“Maybe we’ll make some new friends, Bumble.” Even if they were only online ones, it was better than the zero we had now. And maybe, just maybe I’d finally found my people.

Now, where to dive in?

What if they don’t like me?

What if they make fun of me?

What if. What if. What if.

What if I never try? Then I never find out.

Here goes.

Hi.

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