I grinned a little at the last part. And he wasn’t wrong at all. The problem was that our kinks became a double-edged sword when we let go of all our inhibitions and sank into the roles we loved the most. I wasn’t always a sexual Little; I required more space and had my own room for a reason. My touches were often laced with innocence and curiosity, whereas Daddy was very sexual and very affectionate.

I wanted to sleep alone, buried in a mountain of stuffed animals. My room was a kid’s room. I had my Star Wars Lego collection, my computer games, my coloring books, my action figures, my arts and crafts boxes…

Most of the time, when I really regressed, sex wasn’t on my mind. Only sometimes.

I believed Daddy when he said he loved seeing me that way. He showed it all the time, and he was the best Daddy in the whole galaxy. But he also had his own needs, and whenever he shouldered the role of protector and caregiver, I knew he’d feel even better if he had someone next to him. A partner.

I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Talk to me,” Daddy urged quietly.

I didn’t know what to say! He already knew. He knew of our dilemma. We both wanted a lifestyle. This wasn’t a game or something we just enjoyed as an occasional spice. When we were home, we wanted to be Daddy and Little to the fullest. But we couldn’t. Not for longer periods of time, and a weekend here and there just hurt my brain. I needed a lot of cushion to come out from a regressive phase.

And I wouldn’t have Daddy sacrifice his own needs for love and sexual affection just so I could be Little.

We’d made it work for six years. He was willing to go further—he’d do anything to protect our relationship. I wasn’t as concerned to seek alternative options, just like we’d done in the beginning when it was more play than love. I had faith in our trust in each other. I believed we were solid.

So I was going to hunt down a darn solution.

Chapter 1

State I’m In