Today while texting Tempter I spotted a couple sitting under a shady tree in the park. She was sitti

Today while texting Tempter I spotted a couple sitting under a shady tree in the park. She was sitting on a picnic blanket, skirt carefully covering her folded legs. He was kneeling, patiently and carefully braiding her hair. He took his time and I couldn’t help but look up at them between texts. Tempter was asking me about all the ways I like to feel safe and cared for. I wrote a long answer and blushed because I could write a whole book about it. How do you say “let’s make a pillow fort” in a cool, nonchalant sorta way?Meeting new people is hard, especially when you’re a little….when you wear your feelings on your sleeve (I like to pretend I CAN hide them even when I’m crying at a sweet poem). Despite my obvious-to-everyone impairment I have been careful with Tempter, trying to keep things easy. If I was being graded I think I’d get at least a B for not unleashing all my little in one go. I’m proud of how I’ve grown. He has made it very, very difficult. “It’s allowed, kitten.”The last time we were together we put each other into that dreamy Daddy/little haze. We’ve somehow done this since day one and it only gets more intense as we learn each other’s bodies and kinks, preferences and secret spots. As I texted him in the park watching the cute couple, my tummy fluttered with extra butterflies. The first time he caused this was when he took me for ice cream on our second date and read me poetry in the park. The last time was when he said something possessive over drinks. I love talking about care and protocol. I hate decisions. I hate maturity. I love butterflies. I love when my body decides for me. I smiled big at all his questions and our not-so-casual infatuation. Reveling in the sun and the people walking by and the sweet couple on the blanket. Thats when he said, “I like indulging you, but we need to have more rules.” -- source link

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