Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
I couldn’t be happier for the pair, but I also can’t deny the void I feel when watching their interactions; especially during Henley’s “little time”, which I’ve only seen on a few occasions. The love and care between them make my heart ache with desire.
If it weren’t for witnessing his and Amir’s relationship, I may have thought my desire was to father another child. But I felt way too fucking old for that. I was forty three and the thought of starting over with a made my head ache.
Besides, I now understood I didn’t want to be a father again. What I actually wanted was to be a Daddy. I wanted to care for my special someone in a special way; to meet their needs how only a Daddy could. I wanted to give snuggles and advice. I wanted to prepare dinners and warm baths, and buy fun toys for playtime.
Once the realization sunk in, it was relentless. It became a persistent thought that demanded attention; an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. One evening when Henley and Amir were visiting, my son fell asleep on the couch. Amir and I were sharing random conversations when I looked him in the eyes and blurted out, “I think I’m a Daddy.”
The words surprised me; not just because of the way they flew out of my mouth, but the fact I said I am instead of I want to be. Maybe deep down and subconsciously I already knew. The words didn’t seem to shock Amir, though; he simply smiled and nodded.
Amir did appear somewhat surprised when I told him about my sexuality. I’d been “out” as bisexual for over a decade. It wasn’t something I tried to hide, but it also wasn’t something that came up in conversation often. Plus, I had a son, so I could see why he’d assume I was straight.
But, I had been with both men and women in the past, though I hadn’t been with anyone for quite some time. And when I did, it was more of a fling or hookup. I hadn’t been in a real relationship in two decades. My attention had been on Henley and my career instead.
When it came to my ideal little, gender didn’t matter to me. What I craved was connection. I wanted to guide and care. And I needed to be needed.
**Follow Ford on his journey to becoming a Daddy, and finding his own sweet and sassy little. This angst-free story is full of touching moments, little time, and steamy scenes. It contains no cliffhangers or cheating, and has a very happy HEA
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Prologue
Ford
“Nope; can’t do it,” I muttered as I pulled into a gas station parking lot. It was the third time I’d stopped already. My drive should have taken around twenty five minutes, but I was already an hour in, and still several miles from my destination.
But that was nothing compared to the time it took me to decide to make the drive in the first place. It had been months since the notion first entered my mind. And it all started with an internet search.
Actually, it wasn’t even a search; it was an accidental discovery. Until recently, my son Henley lived at home with me. He shared my space and also my computer. He wasn’t the best at clearing his browser history, so I accidentally ran across several things; blogs, internet searches, online stores. All of which highlighted his interest in age play.
At first, I wasn’t even sure what those words meant. But after stumbling across the articles and information he’d left pulled up, I gained a better understanding of the lifestyle, and why Henley was drawn to it.
My son was a bit nervous and unsure by nature. He craved a guiding hand and kind spirit to help him through life; someone who would make him feel cared for and protected, and could nurture his playful little side. Henley found that person in his Daddy Amir.
Amir was everything I hoped Henley would someday find. He was protective, honest, and loyal in both his professional life as a police officer, and as a partner to my son. It was a pleasure to watch him care for Henley, both in everyday life and during his ‘little time’. I had only seen those moments on a few occasions, but they were beautiful. I saw Henley’s playful spirit shine through while Amir supported and loved him - every part of him.
Watching their interactions (along with the extended internet searches) stirred something within me; a longing for the type of connection they shared. The happiest times in my life were spent caring for Henley; supporting him and watching him grow into a wonderful young man. If it weren’t for witnessing his and Amir’s relationship, I may have thought my desire was to father another child. But I felt way too fucking old for that. I was forty-three and the thought of starting over with a newborn gave me a headache.
Besides, I now understood I didn’t want to be a father again. What I actually wanted was to be a Daddy. I wanted to care for my special someone in a special way; to meet their needs how only a Daddy could. I wanted to give snuggles and advice. I wanted to prepare dinners and warm baths, and buy fun toys for playtime.
Once the realization sunk in, it was relentless. It became a persistent thought that demanded attention; an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. One evening when Henley and Amir were visiting, my son fell asleep on the couch. Amir and I were sharing random conversations when I looked him in the eyes and blurted out, “I think I’m a Daddy.”
The words surprised me; not just because of the way they flew out of my mouth, but the fact I said I am instead of I want to be. Maybe deep down and subconsciously I already knew. The words didn’t seem to shock Amir, though; he simply smiled and nodded.
With that, the floodgates opened. I told him all about the things I was feeling, and what exactly I was interested in. It wasn’t awkward at all; Amir was kind and easy to talk to. I also knew without a doubt that he was a permanent part of my son’s life, and that made him my family.
Amir did appear somewhat surprised when I told him about my sexuality. I’d been “out” as bisexual for over a decade. It wasn’t something I tried to hide, but it also wasn’t something that came up in conversation often. Plus, I had a son, so I could see why he’d assume I was straight.
But, I had been with both men and women in the past, though I hadn’t been with anyone for quite some time. And when I did, it was more of a fling or hookup. I hadn’t been in a real relationship in two decades. My attention had been on Henley and my career instead.
When Amir asked me how I envisioned my little, I answered with: playful, loyal, and a little sassy. I’d been blessed with a son who was sweet as pie, which made raising him a breeze. But when it came to my little, I craved a touch of spice. Gender didn’t matter to me. What I craved was connection. I wanted to guide and care. And I needed to be needed.