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But rather than thinking about my typical rough and ready Daddies with the beards, ink, and enormous physiques, my mind is going somewhere else.
I’m dreaming of sharp suits.
I’m seeing slick hair, strong jaws, and neatly trimmed facial hair.
Out of nowhere, I’m pumping my hand over my cock as hard and fast as I can and bringing myself to an unexpected orgasm over a totally different type of Daddy to my normal go-to.
‘Wow, that was…interesting,’ I giggle, taking the shower off the overhead hook so I can blast some water over my stomach, hands, and still semi-hard cock.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt my fantasies go in the direction they just went. I guess being a construction guy, I’m not usually in the kinds of places where suave men hang out.
Usually, if I’m with my friends we’re either in a rough and ready bar or a Little club. I actually don’t think I’ve ever set foot in a cocktail bar or five-star restaurant in my whole life – I mean, that’s where smooth, suited Daddies hang out, right?
Anyway, I’m really not looking for a Daddy right now.
It hasn’t been that long since I’ve come to terms with being a Little and decided to make that an open part of my life. So why I think I would have found my perfect Daddy yet is beyond me really.
I guess this is all part of the learning process.
But speaking of Daddies, I need to message my good friend and former boss Jason and let him know that I’ve arrived safely and everything is okay with my new place…
Hey, it’s me. Arrived in one piece. Took a freakin’ lifetime, but I’m here now. Just wanted to say THANK YOU once again for being so understanding about me quitting to pursue this. You might not be my boss anymore, but I hope we’re still best buddies. TAYLOR.
I don’t have to wait long for a reply either. No sooner than I hit send and I can see that Jason is already typing a reply. And then only a couple of second later, it arrives…
Of course we’re still bros! You might be a boy and working for the Blue Collar Boys now, but me and you will always be family. And the rest of the old crew says the same too. Any time you need help, or if your back in the old hood just drop me a message and we’ll party like the old days. Best of luck in your new life, Taylor – we all know you’re going to smash it! JASON ;)
I smile as I read Jason’s message. Suddenly, I feel quite emotional too. Maybe it’s seeing it written down, but Jason’s words of friendship bring it home to me that I was so lucky in my old life.
But Jason is right, thisisthe start of a new life for me.
And after my fun shower, I think what I need now is to crash out on my new bed and then wake up fresh in the morning ready to explore my new neighborhood.
I’m not starting work until Monday, so that gives me a couple of days to chill out, get set up in my new home, and… finally find myself a stuffie to call my own.
* * *
Okay, so now that I’m a fully-fledged Little, it’s way overdue for me to find myself a stuffie. And apparently Los Torros has a perfect Little-focused café that also does a sideline in stuffies – kinda sounds too good to be true, right?
My beachfront cottage is pretty well placed to hit the main Los Torros hub of cafes, shops, and bars so after a quick walk up the stone steps that go from my cottage to the main boardwalk, I’m pretty much right in the center of the action.
‘Okay, so… left or right?’ I say, momentarily wondering where on earth I need to go. ‘Morning Milkshould be…thisway?’
I cross the road and begin to walk down the well maintained sidewalk and take in the sights and sounds around me.
I see plenty of happy, smiling faces as groups of friends and couples sit outside and sip on their morning smoothies and chomp down their weekend breakfast.
Which reminds me… I still haven’t eaten this morning.
Having arrived late yesterday and not having the energy to go out and stock up on food, I’m pretty much running on empty by this point.
I need food – and I need itfast.
‘Okay, so down…thisstreet,’ I say, looking up at the street sign and then back down at Google Maps on my phone.
Navigation has never exactly been my strong suit, and anyone who knows me wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest that I’m struggling to locateMorning Milk.
Maybe it’s the fact that I’m hungry and still a little tired, but my below-average navigation is actually hitting a new low right here.
