1. Aaron

Chapter 1

Aaron

I think I deserve this martini.

In fact, I think I deserve a whole heap of them on this flight. It’s a shame they don’t have any more Little-friendly cocktails up in Business Class, but I’ll cope… somehow .

Anyway, ignoring my Little World problems for a moment…

The past few days have been intense.

In a different city on the other side of the country and working flat-out on a jet-lagged brain?

Not ideal.

But I made it.

And I didn’t hesitate to battle through the jetlag and make the most of the nightlife while I was there either.

Now that’s what I call mixing business with pleasure. An all-expenses paid work trip with Five Star accommodation, daily allowance, and unlimited mini bar and room service?

I’m in.

I’m all the way in.

The only problem is that I don’t think my boss is going to be particularly happy if he hears that I was ten minutes late to the meeting with Frank Debussy of Debussy Financials. Well, my boss can go suck on a super-sour lemon for all I care.

I worked hard to make the best pitch to Debussy.

I prepped for three weeks and worked overtime.

And Debussy was impressed, my ten-minute tardiness aside.

All I need is that signature from him to sign-off on the deal and everything will be coming up Aaron Taylor. I might even get a bigger bonus.

Speaking of a big boner, I mean bigger bonus , that guy sitting across from me on the other aisle is a dreamboat of epic proportions.

Square jaw, chestnut hair, dark eyes and what looks like the body of a Greek God underneath that crisp white shirt and tight dark pants.

Maybe this is the martini talking, but I want that Daddy to take me to the bathroom and make me do all the rude things. I’ve never been a member of the mile high club but if he wants to invite me, I’m totally up for it.

I wonder if he likes chubby boys?

Would a forty-two-year-old Little with a soft and squidgy body be his kind of thing?

Mr. Handsome could command me to crawl over to his seat right now and rip off my pants and give my bottom a good, hard spanking and I probably would.

Okay, this is definitely the booze talking.

Maybe I should ease up a little bit. After all, we’ve only just got up in the air and I’m feeling like I’m halfway through a big night out.

‘Sir. Perhaps you’d like an extra pillow?’ the air stewardess says, a grin on her face as she hands me a soft, white pillow. ‘I don’t blame you… he’s gorgeous.’

‘Um… thanks?’ I reply, suddenly realizing why she has handed me the pillow. ‘OMG! I’m so sorry.’

‘Don’t worry, darling,’ the stewardess replies, smiling and handing me a fresh drink. ‘Have a nice flight and enjoy the view, honey.’

The air stewardess walks away, and I cringe at the sight of the huge tent popping up in my crotch. How is it possible that I was so tipsy-horny that I didn’t even realize I was sporting the world’s most obvious boner?

Sigh . Who am I kidding anyway?

There’s no way a younger guy like that would be into me anyway. At least, I think it’s probably a pretty low chance. But I can’t help the fact that I’m forty-two and carrying a few extra pounds.

Hey, it’s more cushion for the pushin’ and I think I look seriously cute.

It’s just these younger Daddies often seem to go for Littles who look like they live in the gym 24-7 and permanently live in a hardcore calorie deficit.

That’s definitely not me.

I love eating my candy, cakes, and anything that’s sugary and sweet.

I’ve always been comfortable with my identity as a Little, and the same thing goes for my body positive attitude to my appearance. I’m cute and cuddly and that’s just the way it is!

But what I’d also love is to find a young, strong Daddy Dom who would make me submit to his every wish and demand. You know, the kind of man who knows exactly what he wants and isn’t shy about demanding it too.

And if I was to ever cross the line or displease my young Daddy I would fully expect to be bent over and have my butt cheeks warmed by his hand, or a paddle, or… well anything flat and hard he could find.

Uh-oh , I think this new martini is kicking in…

But it’s not just sex and spanking that I want.

I could go to a club and find a man to paddle my butt or ram his cock in my mouth. What I’m craving more than anything is a Daddy who wants to look after me, nurture me, look after me when I need a cuddle.

I want a Daddy who actually wants the task of changing my diaper or giving me my creamy oat milk in a bottle at feeding time.

Where is this Daddy?

And judging by the fact that Mr. Handsome across the aisle from me is now scrolling through photos of a woman in a tiny bikini on his cell phone I’m pretty damn certain it’s not going to be him!

Oh well. Another one bites the dust.

I think it’s time to sink this martini and hope it knocks me out and sends me into a long sleep. Travelling for business is fun, but right now all I want to do is get home and crash out.

‘Night night, Torben,’ I whisper, cuddling my all-time favorite stuffie and stroking his floppy doggy-ears. ‘Time to sleep until we land back in New York.’

It doesn’t take long before I feel myself slipping off into snooze-land.

But not before one last look at Mr. Handsome.

Hopefully in my dreams he’ll be a young Daddy looking for a cuddly older boy to meet his every last need…

‘ Bleurgh ,’ I say, shaking my head as I stumble into my apartment. ‘An hour delay on the runway. Great. Just my freakin’ luck.’

Yeah, so it turns out that there’s nothing worse than waking up from a martini-induced coma to the realization that you’re going to be stuck circling the airport for an hour and then face a further hour on the runway.

I’m not exactly great at waiting. But with my head feeling like it was going to explode at any second from what was actually my first ever hangover during a flight, it really wasn’t the best experience.

But I’m home now, and that’s something.

I really love my apartment too. I’m paid well for my work and have always had the attitude that you put your money into your home because that’s where you spend most of your time when you’re not in work.

So…

Two bedrooms. Two bathrooms. Polished wooden floors. High ceilings. Large open plan living space with a kitchen that came with a hefty price tag.

Oh, and I have the nicest views over the park.

I even paid for an interior designer to come and really give it some brilliant finishing touches. I’m not exactly a creative person so it felt right to put that trust into someone else’s hands.

The portrait of me and my stuffie Torben on the wall? Well yes, it’s kinda out there, but I love it. I’ve had that yellow doggy stuffie in my life since I was a kid.

Torben’s been there for all my ups, and my downs too.

Torben and I come as a package, so I wanted something to celebrate that!

‘Okay, so no work today, I guess I should go back to bed?’ I say, wandering into the kitchen and inevitably making a beeline for the large twin-refrigerators. ‘Maybe some… ice-cream first though. After all, I need to shift this headache.’

I have a look at the selection of sweet and creamy ice cream on offer and decide to go with the triple choc-chip, caramel, biscuit ice cream that’s been tempting me ever since it was delivered.

‘I was going to save this to have with my friends,’ I giggle, taking the big tub of ice cream into my hands. ‘But… they’d understand hehe .’

I grab a spoon and walk with the ice cream over toward the living area and park my butt down on my large L-shaped couch.

‘ Wowwww , that feels too good,’ I say as my butt feels the soft bounce of the couch’s plump cushion. ‘But I bet this ice cream is about to taste a whole heap better!’

As I’m munching away on the ice cream, something hits me.

I’m enjoying the flavor. It feels comforting and I can tell it’s easing my headache already. But there’s a voice in my head. And it’s a voice I can’t ignore any longer.

I need to see a personal trainer.

I love my body, I really do. But if I want to keep indulging in all of these lovely flavors and sweet foods, then I need to maybe put some exercise into my routine.

It’s not just that though. I like to go out and have late nights and party. I want to be able to keep doing that and putting some exercise into my life would help with stamina and sleep.

I could go to a gym…

No, who am I kidding? I’ve already got two gym memberships running that I never, and I mean never , use. Speaking of which, I really need to cancel those subscriptions!

What I need is to find someone to be accountable to. A personal trainer would make me do the work. I wouldn’t be able to simply not show up or duck out of doing the work.

I need a goal to work toward, something to motivate me.

There was that website that my friends were talking about. YoungDaddies.com I think it was….

‘Okay, let’s have a look…’ I say as I take my iPhone and quickly get the website up. ‘Let’s see what this is all about…’

Welcome to YoungDaddies.com where we match older Littles with younger Daddies. Not all Littles are young, and not all Daddies are old. But you already know that, right? Our Littles may be older, but that doesn't mean they don't lovestuffies, nap time, cute rompers and fluffy diapers!We've got plenty ofyounger Daddieswho are just asdominant, demanding, and need a boy to care for, nurture and discipline too when required. So join YoungDaddies.com today and meet your perfect forever love. HEA guaranteed!

Okay, looks like I’m all signed up and ready to go. This feels a little bit crazy and wild, but it’s about time that I started putting myself out there more.

My sex life really shouldn’t be reduced to getting throbbing erections over straight guys on first class flights. Although I did enjoy having naughty thoughts about Mr. Handsome.

But seriously, it’s time that I really started to put my life in place.

I love who I am, but if all I need to do is make some small adjustments in order to get everything I want then I’m all for it.

I may be an older Little, but I’m determined to get myself a young Daddy.

But while I wait for these changes to happen, I’ve got a big tub of the creamiest, sweetest, most delicious ice cream in the whole of New York City to devour.

When I have a Daddy, I might be eating this ice cream off his rock-hard chest, or even licking it off his cock.

But for now, I’m going to have to make do with getting a big spoonful or ten into my sweet little mouth…