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I’d be the first?
Firsts were special.
I’d be special.
“I’m glad you didn’t play with happy naked littles.” I liked being special. “I haven’t played happy naked time with anyone either.”
We were going to do lots of firsts together.
The internet helped me make a good list, and I was very smart.
Chapter 8
Bastian
He was very sneaky…at least I thought he was being sneaky.
There was something slightly fake about his innocence at the moment, but calling him out on that would probably shatter his headspace so that seemed rude.
But how had we ended up talking about bathtub orgasms?
“Well…” What was the last thing he’d said? “Oh, well, it’s good to make your limits clear and it’s wonderful to be able to tell your Daddy what you want to try. You just have to remember that if you don’t like something, you need to explain that to your Daddy.”
Nodding earnestly, he looked more genuine and less manufactured that time. “Yes. My limits and my Daddy’s limits might change and that’s okay.”
“That’s right.” And in most cases a couple could find other things in common. “You just need to keep talking to your Daddy or Daddies that you’re getting to know so you know if you have enough in common.”
Looking adorably thoughtful, he somehow seemed to get even closer and was pressed against my leg before he explained what was going through his head. “I saw littles talking aboutDaddies who liked lots of rules and spankings and serious frowns.”
That would not be a type of Daddy he would enjoy.
“Well, some littles might like that, but I think you need a different kind of Daddy and that’s fine.” There was no way I was watching some grumpy dickhead fuss at him constantly. “If you talk to a Daddy like that, you just need to be polite but explain you’re looking for something different.”
Orlando nodded but I wasn’t sure we were on the same page. He’d agreed entirely too easily. “Even if your Secret Santa Daddy gives good toys, he might not be a good fit for you.”
His giggle did not make me more confident that he was understanding what I was saying, but he seemed to think I was cute. “Promise. Just because I get presents doesn’t mean I let him be mean.”
He was really enjoying getting presents.
“Even if he’s nice when you talk in public, you both might need different things when it comes to being little or kinks in general.” How could I explain this? “I met a guy one time who seemed very polite and laid-back in everyday conversations, but when he started to do a scene, he turned into a completely different person…he was stern and unemotional. He wasn’t doing anything dangerous, but I think he’d have made you sad.”
Or any number of negative emotions.
Bingo.
Wide eyes finally looked like he’d gotten what I was saying.
“Oh, like a robot Daddy.” He took the description in an interesting direction, but he wasn’t wrong. “That would be sad.”
The way he scrunched up his face had me stroking his head again while I told myself not to send him mixed signals. “Some people wouldn’t mind that, but I think you’d like a Daddy who showed his emotions.”
“Nice emotions.” Sighing, Orlando rested his head on my shoulder. “Not loud. Not angry. No robots.”
Considering the variety of emotions his family showed on a regular basis, I couldn’t blame him. “That’s right and I’m glad you understand how important that is for you.”
“A nice spanky Daddy.” Perking up again, he giggled as he sat back up. “No meanies.”
Chuckling, I nodded. “That’s right. No meanies.”
