Well hello, As I grow to except this part of my life I am trying to reach out and make friends that understand what we are going through. I am hard working guy that has this quark, I adore ab/dl girls. I love to travel and make new friends. I love music, all kinds but I lean towards dance or electronic for sure. I like to dress nice and take care of myself. I love to chill and lay on the beach but I am a big fan of sporting activities as well. I cycle in the summer and Ski in the winter as well as hit the gym as much as my work schedule allows. I'm a straight guy looking for someone who wants to be treated like my little princess, loved, spoiled and respected as a little and an adult. Please feel free to ask me questions. I love to make friends, we never know what could happen.
I own some Businesses, I am very private and for the most part kind of vanilla. I am exploring this side of myself as I open up a bit. Because of my work I have to be discreet. I am educated and a hard worker but as the saying goes "work hard play harder" and I truly live that mantra. I have been lucky enough to get to know a little, She has been amazing to me. It's awesome knowing that I am not the only one in the world that is living this and she means the world to me.
Please be discreet and nice I will do the same.
Reblogged from naughtylittlethoughts
When I first decided that babygirl was the closest to a label I could relate to, I very adamantly denied being a “little.” I just didn’t see it in me. Regression, babytalk, behaving as if I were small…it all seemed very foreign to me. I’d say I am a fine example of how we evolve in our submission.
I started paying closer attention to my habits and behaviors. I wouldn’t say my tendency to flock towards retro metal lunch boxes or sock monkeys was all that telling, but the first time I sucked my thumb while getting fucked certainly shed some light on the situation, if not the time I sucked on a pacifier. I told Daddy about it one day and with his encouragement I felt confident enough to explore it. I went to do some shopping and found that it was an intensely eye-opening experience.
I first gravitated toward crayons. I’m an artist. I make a living off of my creativity in various ways. This was an obvious get. I know that I have crayons in my closet, old and unused from days when my nephews were young enough to care about such things, but I wanted a giant box of new crayons just for me. I’ve always loved new boxes of crayons. I would spend hours upon hours (hiding from my father) in my room when I was little drawing and coloring fantastical worlds to escape my own. This didn’t cause any real reaction, but what followed certainly did.
I next grabbed pacifiers, bottles, and sippy cups with cute designs on them. Rubber ducky? Check. I remembered clutching a soft baby blanket in my hands when I was little as I sucked my thumb and started to pick one out. I was never a girly-girl when I was little and now I was gravitating towards pink and flowers and enough cute to gag on. I am a very tactile person and touched each blanket to find the right one. I started to think about how I always wanted to be Daddy’s Little Princess and that I never was…not even close. Imagined what it must be like to have a relationship with your father that always felt safe instead of scary. To run happily to him when he got home instead of hiding with knots in my stomach. To be told I was beautiful and smart and made to feel like I could conquer the world. I thought, for a second, that this was my chance at a redo. I almost started crying in the middle of the store.
When I got home with all of my stuff I took the above photo and sent it to Daddy. A surprise of sorts because he only knew about me possibly going to get pacifiers. He loved it and after a few new purchase inspired tasks were assigned and completed, I curled up in the fetal position with my pacifier and slept. I felt comforted. I felt safe. I felt small.
The next day my cold was getting worse and Daddy suggested that I make a bottle and get my blanket and take a nap. I crawled in bed and started sucking on the bottle, not even half full of milk, and closed my eyes. I became a wee girl that had never been hurt before. No one had ever hit me, said hateful things to me, or judged me. Most importantly, in that moment, no one had ever broken my heart. I was innocent. The world was a beautiful place and everything ended in happily ever after…for a moment.
When my bottle was empty I clutched my blanket and sucked my thumb, drifting off to sleep. There would be no denying the inner little now. She’s armed with crayons and a binky and she plans to make life quite colorful.
The most adorable and precious thing I have read in a long time. I want to live this with a beautiful little.
Let’s get you ready for bed little one