Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“I get to go first.” My naughty cutie was just charging right into that conversation, though. “You can have a turn later. I’ll do a good job.”
There was something about his expression…
“Everyone’s got a butthole, Trippy, and they all work the same.” Yep, got it in one. “You don’t have to hide stuff from me. Everyone has a past just like everyone has a butthole.”
We had the strangest conversations.
He was giggling, but he also gave me a kiss and a proud of you pat on the head. “You’re so smart, Daddy. I wasn’t sure if you knew that. But some of the subs online said you might not want to talk about girl parts. So I wasn’t gonna talk about that.”
How long had he been talking to strangers online?
“We’re special and we can talk about anything.” And for the most part already had. “So you can share anything with me, Trippy.”
He leaned in close, obviously taking me up on my offer as he dropped his voice to a whisper. “Girls have buttholes too and they’re not scared of them. People think they are. But they’re not.”
How was I supposed to react to that?
“I’m glad you understand that and it helped you to figure out what you like.” It must’ve been a good response because I got another cheek kiss before he flopped back on the bed. “Are you ready for jammies?”
“Yes.” Stretching out, he sighed and seemed to melt into the bed. “I’m thirsty now.”
So we’d reached the point where aftercare drinks sounded like a good idea?
“I’m going to get you a milk and we’re going to have a cuddle.” I wasn’t deliberately being a pain the ass that time, but I realized what he was thinking when he lifted his head and glared at me. “Then it’ll be Daddy’s happy time.”
“Good boy, Daddy.” Pleased with my intelligence, he flopped back down on the bed. “I won’t forget.”
I didn’t think he would.
“Thank you.” I wasn’t sure if he was curious about how I looked or if he was just bossy in a delightfully helpful way. Deciding it was probably a combination of both, I reached out and rubbed his head. “Jammie time.”
Because his naked body was slightly distracting and he didn’t seem to realize it at all.
It was somewhat confusing because he’d talked about naked fun and seemed very curious about it. The only thing I could think of as I reached for a diaper was that he wasn’t going to push me until we’d settled my worries.
Then the brakes would probably come off because he just charged right in when it came to being little and threw himself into everything associated with it.
“Diaper time?” Before I’d finished nodding, he spread out like a starfish. “I’m gonna be so cute.”
Chuckling, I nodded as I scooted the diaper under his bottom. “Well, you’re already cute, but I think you’re going to like it, and I’m going to like taking care of you.”
He giggled as I brought the front up between his legs and got him wrapped up tight. “You like taking care of me. Lots of Daddies like taking care of people. Cute people. Especially their little people. I’m your little people person.”
That was one way to describe it.
“Okay, yes, I do like taking care of some people but not everyone.” I scrunched up my face to get a giggle from him as I reached for his diaper jammies. “I like taking care of you, and I like fixing your problems, and I like buying you goodies.”
That got another silly sound from him as I started working the pajamas up his legs. “I like presents.”
I had to laugh at that. “Really? I didn’t know that.”
My ridiculous response got more laughter from him. “Littles like presents. Terrence said so.”
That got a long drawn-out sigh from me, but Orlando just found that funny as well. “You’re so silly.”
Yes, but he enjoyed that about me, so I wasn’t worried about it. I was, however, even more dramatic with my sound effects and had him in stitches by the time he had to sit up so I could finish getting his pajamas on.
That seemed to be a fascinating distraction because the movement had him finally noticing the diaper. “Oh. Look.”
Looking involved poking at the front of his diaper and doing a side-to-side wiggle. “It’s soft. They said so.”
They seemed to mean people he’d talked to online since he always used Terrence’s name when talking about him.
“They’re right.” I kept my tone as neutral as possible since he was just giving me facts and not narrating how he was feeling emotionally. “Some people feel good trapped in their diaper and some like how soft it is.”
That had Orlando looking back up at me and nodding. “The man online liked diapers cause they’re soft and naughty but not because he was little. I didn’t know big people could like them too.”