1. Eddie

Chapter 1

Eddie

There are busy mornings, super-busy mornings, and then there’s… this morning!

I work at East Side Sugar, which for those of you who don’t know, is pretty much the most popular and totally, outrageously wonderful bakery in the whole of New York City.

Call me biased…

Tell me I’m exaggerating…

But get ready to literally eat your words when you try one of my extra-colorful, triple-stacked and extra-chocolatey cupcakes.

With a name like Eddie Cherry, you might say it was destiny that I would end up working with cakes, sweet treats, in just about the most sugar-laden environment it’s possible to be in.

I’m forty-three years old and live the happiest life.

I love my work, I have a great boss, and every day is a total joy.

With a bunch of super-sweet friends to hang out with outside of work, it really feels like I’ve got it all.

Except…

Yup, you’ve guessed it.

The one thing I don’t have on point is my love life.

I need a Daddy to care for me – I’m talking snuggles, cuddles, squeezes and the most wholesome Daddy and Little time you could imagine.

I want a Daddy to take complete control – one who will turn my butt red when I step out of line, even if I do it on purpose sometimes LOL!

And yes, I need that big, long, thick Daddy dick to satisfy all my naughty needs too.

Personally, I don’t think I’m asking for too much either…

With my blue eyes, cropped blonde hair and cuddly body I think I make a great catch. But being an older Little sometimes makes things difficult – especially seeing as what my heart aches for is a younger Daddy.

And I don’t mean younger by one or two years.

No, I’m talking much younger.

The kind of Daddy I crave is in his mid to late twenties.

I want a young, rock-hard body to compliment my soft curves and cuddly tummy.

Even thinking about it now is making my special place go all tingly and start straining and stiffening inside my briefs.

But I don’t have time for burgeoning boners – I’ve got customers to serve!

And should he make a surprise appearance, I don’t think that the city Health & Safety inspector would look too kindly on a bakery employee making and serving cupcakes with a big tent-pole at the front of his apron.

Anyway, as I was saying…

East Side Sugar is the best damn bakery in the whole of New York. We’ve even won awards for our array of perfectly presented and absolutely scrumptious products.

In fact, our cakes and pastries as so good that I’ve probably put on a few pounds of weight simply through having my daily lunchtime freebie cake.

But that’s cool – weight is just a number!

I’m body positive about how I look, and I know from the many admiring glances I get from customers that they like my full body too.

I guess it’s just a shame that my Mr. Dream Younger Daddy hasn’t walked into the bakery yet.

Speaking of the bakery, a fresh batch of perfectly glazed donuts has just popped out of the oven and it’s on me to make sure they get served up to the ravenous customers.

‘Donuts! Hot glazed donuts!’ I cry out, the looks of drooling anticipation on the customers seemingly not entirely because of the promise of fresh sugary snacks.

An older guy, maybe around fifty is smiling in my direction.

There’s no denying he’s hot, and with arms the size of tree trunks there’s no doubt that he would be more than capable of giving me a good old-fashioned spanking that would have me crying out for mercy.

But…

I just want something else.

I want my younger Daddy and I’m not going to settle for anything less.

‘Yo, Eddie?’ Mitch says, flashing me a smile as he finishes packing up a big box of Danish pastry horns. ‘You wanna jump on your break? I’ve got you covered. Rush hour is nearly over. Let’s just get these guys outta here and on their way and you’ll be good to go.’

‘Sure thing, boss!’ I holler, happily serving up one more box of my specialty cupcakes to yet another soon to be satisfied customer.

A few moments later and I’m sitting all chilled and soon to be refreshed in the small garden at the back of the bakery.

‘Time for some tropical goodness,’ I smile, taking a thirst-quenching sip from my juice box. ‘Never fails to hit that spot!’

It’s been super-busy so far today, but I’m totally cool with that.

When I come to work each day, I know there will be busy moments where I barely have a second to think. But I love what I do, and I know I’m fortunate to be in this position.

After all, so many people hate their work – for me, it’s just a pleasure to be here and serving up tasty treats for the citizens of NYC.

But now I’m on my break I can’t help but let my mind wander to my Daddy problem…

The birds may be singing and the sun might be shining in the sky above, but I feel a little bit glum.

Maybe if I just stomp my feet on the ground beneath me a young Daddy might just magically appear?

‘Hey, don’t tell me… you’re thinking about Daddies?’ Mitch says, poking his head out from around the back door. ‘Have you give any more thought to OlderLittles.com?’

Oh heck, I’d forgotten all about that.

OlderLittles.com is a new website and app that’s apparently meant to be brilliant at matching older Littles with – yes, you guessed it – much younger Daddies.

Mitch has even started seeing a younger Daddy because of this website. It seems crazy that I haven’t already jumped on and given it a go.

‘Well… I… yeah… but…’ I say, really having no idea what’s taking me so long to give this app a chance.

‘No buts!’ Mitch replies. ‘Well, apart from the rock-solid Daddy butts of steel that is!’

I laugh.

It’s great to have a boss like Mitch. He works hard, is a fair employer, and is always a good guy to work alongside too. The fact that he’s a Little like me just adds to the whole package.

And I think he’s right about OlderLittles.com.

In fact, I might just make a profile right here and now in the last few minutes of my morning break.

‘We’re still quiet, so take your time,’ Mitch says, closing the door and leaving me to it. ‘You’ve worked your tush off this morning, so enjoy your break!’

‘Thanks Mitch,’ I reply, smiling.

The thing with being a Little is that quite often people don’t understand what it’s all about. We might like to regress in age and wear diapers and cuddle out stuffies, but that doesn’t mean we’re not fully grown adults who know exactly what we want.

Sometimes people in the mainstream can be a bit mean or cruel because they haven’t tried to understand Littles or how we want to live. This makes using regular dating apps a bit awkward – all of which is telling me that I need to get myself up and running on OlderLittles.com sooner rather than later.

With my profile created and account registered, I decide to sit and enjoy the peace and quiet for a moment.

Reaching into my bag, I pull Squeeze, my brown bear stuffie out and give him a big cuddle.

Not much feels better than a good snuggle with Squeeze, and it always seems to boost my energy levels back up too.

I remember that my Little friend Aaron had said he might be available later to go to The Fluffy Diaper, our favorite specialty Little hangout spot.

Hmm, let’s see what Aaron thinks…

EDDIE: Hey hey! Are we still good for The Fluffy Diaper? I need some of that perfect Fluffy Diaper milk and some nap time too. Pleeeeeease say you’re still coming???? XoXoXo

AARON: Of course I’m still coming! My Daddy said it was important that I keep a good schedule and maintain my Little activities. He even said he’d give me the paddle unless I went to the Little Diaper today hehe! Xxxxx

Now this makes me happy.

I was a bit worried when Aaron found his Forever Daddy, Rafa. Part of me thought that I might never see Aaron again.

Well not never – but you know what I mean!

So hearing Aaron saying that he’s definitely coming to the Fluffy Diaper with me today is just the best news.

But before our trip to the best Little club in the city, it’s time I showed my face back inside.

Mitch may have said that I could take my time but judging by the sound of customers making its way from inside, I think my round, plump butt is needed back inside the bakery ASAP!

The Fluffy Diaper’s ranch themed playroom never fails to bring a big smile to my face…

Ranch-themed wallpaper and a gentle soundtrack of cute farm noises is just the thing to help me relax after a busy shift at the bakery.

What makes it all the better is the fact that I’m here with Aaron and the pair of us are in our black and white cow-patterned rompers with thick, fresh diapers on underneath.

‘ Mooooo -ove out of the way, I want my milkies!’ I giggle, playfully nudging past Aaron as we toddle over toward Miss Penny.

‘ Baaa - Baaaaaa -d baby!’ Aaron replies, giggling too as the pair of us arrive and stand in front of the Miss Penny, the Fluffy Diaper’s inhouse nanny.

‘I hope you two Littles have been good?’ Miss Penny says, smiling as we reach up for our milk bottles. ‘Only good boys get their milkies with an extra cookie on the side.’

‘Yes, we’ve been good!’ Arron and I reply, telling the truth – kinda!

‘Well I’m sure if you’ve been naughty you’ll have your bottoms spanked by a Daddy.

The pair of us giggle and gratefully take our milk and cookies.

‘I wish I did have a Daddy to spank my butt,’ I say, sitting my cushioned ass down on the ranch-themed playmat.

‘You will soon, I just know you will,’ Aaron replies. ‘And it’s great that you’ve signed up for OlderLittles.com. It’s what got me and Rafa together, and he’s the best Daddy in the whole world!’

‘But you kinda met him without the app?’ I reply, remembering exactly how they first met.

‘Well, without the app we might not have known how good a match we were for each other,’ Aaron replies, before suckling from his milk bottle. ‘All I’m saying is give the app a chance. I just know there’s going to be a big, strong, young Daddy out there for you.’

‘Yeah, I hope so too,’ I say, deciding that it’s time to suck down this perfect milk and let myself enjoy the best Little ranch I’ve ever experienced.

After lots of suckling and giggling together, both mine and Aaron’s tummies are full.

Maybe because I ate one of my own cupcakes on the way to the Fluffy Diaper, I can’t even finish my cookie.

Luckily for me, Miss Penny doesn’t seem to care.

In fact, as she approaches me and Aaron, it seems like Miss Penny has something else on her mind…

‘ Hmmmm , looks like two veery heavy diapers in need of changing here!’ Miss Penny chuckles as she squats down next to us. ‘Don’t worry though boys, I’ll get you nice and freshened up. Who’s first?’

In that moment, both Aaron and I fling our hands up in the air at exactly the same time.

‘Ha! I can’t call it,’ Miss Penny says, rolling her eyes and smiling kindly. ‘Looks like it’s time for one of my world-famous double diaper changes!’

‘Tee-hee, thank you Miss Penny,’ I say.

‘Yes, thank you Miss Penny,’ Aaron giggles.

Being at the Fluffy Diaper is always a fun, wholesome experience that hits the spot.

It’ll soon be time to head back to my place and enjoy my evening.

And who knows, I might even have matched up with some hot young Daddies on OlderLittles.com too…

My apartment is just about the most wonderful place in the world.

I mean, it’s pretty small and could probably do with having a slightly better air conditioning system, but it’s the place I call home and I love it.

With brightly painted furniture and a nice open space where I can play games and have fun with my toys, the place has served me well over the years that’s for sure.

But right now my apartment isn’t what’s on my mind.

Far from it, in fact.

What’s getting me tingling with nervous excitement is the fact that I’ve been matched with some God damned handsome as hell younger Daddies.

Let’s take a look…

6 feet and 5 inches of firefighter Daddy? Drool .

A millionaire banker Daddy with a smile to match? Gulp .

A personal trainer Daddy with more abs than I’ve had cupcakes? Wowzers .

But as hot as these guys are, there just isn’t that magic feeling.

It’s hard to put into words, but I guess I’ll just know who my Daddy is when I see him.

I want someone who carries a little bit of an edge.

Not a bad attitude, but maybe… a bit of a bad boy.

My life is secure and safe, and I love it that way. But deep down I’ve always craved a Daddy who doesn’t play by the rules. The kind of wild, reckless man who might just want me to suck his cock down a side alley while I squat with my pants round my ankles and jerk myself off at the same time.

Sigh… where’s that Daddy?

But no, here I am – eating ice-cream and scrolling through a dating app!

Well, it might not be as exciting as giving a public BJ, but this caramel chocolate cookie dough flavor is certainly giving my tastebuds about as much excitement as they can handle.

Speaking of excitement, I think it’s time I logged off OlderLittles.com for the night and got down to watching America’s Next Cupcake King.

Mitch says I should apply for the next season, but I’m not sure… it’s one thing making cakes for my customers, but to do it on TV? With an audience of millions? I’m not sure I’m cut out for that kind of thing.

It took me a lot of time to feel confident trying out new cupcake flavors and designs with my customers at East Side Sugar, and I don’t want to risk my reputation or my confidence by putting my cakes up there against other bakers or in front of the eyes of some of the toughest judges in the industry.

Anyway…

It’s time to enjoy the show and whatever happens I won’t log back on to the app. Not until the morning anyway.

Well – if I can’t sleep and need some delicious eye candy to indulge in a little late-night pleasure then I might just log on for a few minutes at least hehe…