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lildayx3 · 6 months

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I want someone that I connect with intellectually, but that I can also look up to a bit and feel that they know things I don’t. Im not helpless, but I want to feel like when I’m confused or scared or overwhelmed, Daddy will know what to do, or will know how to figure it out.

I want someone who, because they know me deep down, can overlook some of my emotional outbursts, and make it safe for me to have them. I want to be gently scolded when i over-apologize for being who I am. I’m not manic, but I feel things in such big and overwhelming ways, and don’t always think logically before reacting. I want someone who can soothe me in those moments, and appreciate the honesty of my most pure and raw emotions.

I want someone who is looking out for me, and acts to pre-empt a problem, or to soften the blow when things get tricky in my life - even without me always knowing or realizing it. I can handle quite a lot as a big girl all alone, but that isn’t my preference. When I have to be the big girl (that I’m so completely capable of being), I’d like to know it’s only because Daddy can’t be there right now, and will be right back by my side as soon as possible. And I want him to tell me how proud he is of me, for being a strong girl while he was away.

I need a Daddy who feels naturally protective of me. I want him to observe the way i navigate life; full of optimism about everything and everyone, and I want him to see better than I do, the way that leaves me a little vulnerable. I want someone who will protect and foster that part of me, and won’t stand for it being exploited.

I want someone who respects the big girl that I am, but also sees and adores the baby that I am inside. I want them to sometimes push me into that space when they know I need the break from big girl stresses. Even when I push back or resist - I want him to know better than me, to gently and firmly insist, and to be the Daddy that I need in those moments.

I want to be put into a diaper and put down for a nap while Daddy takes care of grown up things. A diaper itself, is constant attention from Daddy.

If it’s not nap time, I want Daddy to get me busy with activities I like, or a book I’m reading, or a favorite show of mine, while he does things that require his focus with no interruptions from me. I never want to be a nuisance; I’m obedient and submissive, but I don’t EVER want to feel ignored or dismissed or disregarded.

I’m not an afterthought. *I am his forethought.* He is focusing on those other things, for us. I want to know that to the core of me.

I want to be held and rocked while Daddy murmurs sweet things, or rubs my back, or maybe bottle feeds me to make me feel especially small. I want him to cut up my food sometimes, or to hold my hand when we cross the street, or any other little signal that reinforces to me, that I am 100% his *little* girl. I want to believe this is the thing he loves most above all else.

I want him to be concerned for my safety and that I have changed the oil in my car, have gas in my tank, and my tires are okay. I want to be accountable to little rules about my eating and drinking and exercising and rest, and any other thing that helps me take good care of myself. I want him to recognize when I occasionally test those rules, and understand it’s because I’m trying to see if he’s playing a role, or if he truly cares for me as the most precious little creature in his life.

I want reassurance when I feel embarrassed for being needy and wanty, or when I feel ashamed of being small, or wetting my pants, or being clumsy. I want reassurance on a random Tuesday afternoon, simply because a little girl can never tire of hearing how important she is to her Daddy.

I want a man who is never vague about appreciating me, and the ways that I need him. I want to be the sweet girl who fills his cup. I want to love and need him back. I want him to feel confident and strong and powerful because of my need and want of him. I won’t apologize for how much I want and need him. And he would never hear of it, if I tried.

I want him to be calm but firm when I overreact, or push him away, or try to “get rid” of my little side. I never want to feel confused about our dynamic. I don’t ever want to feel insecure with my Daddy. The more he reminds me that I’m his precious girl, the less I will ask “am I your precious girl, Daddy?” (Well, I might ask sometimes just because I like hearing the answer, but, eventually I’ll stop asking from a place of being truly unsure.)

I want to be the reason my Daddy works hard, with a smile on his face, knowing it’s to take care of the center of his universe. I also want to work hard, and do my best, and show my gratitude, to express to him how much I see and appreciate the lengths he’ll go, to give us both a safe and happy world to abide in.

I want to be his most prized possession.

I want to make him laugh and have deep conversations about the mysteries of the universe, maybe even in between him spoon feeding me bites of food and using my bib to wipe my mouth. I want him to let big and little me blend and mesh, and know that all of it is me. Because it is, and always will be.

I want to be my Daddy’s inspiration. I want him to never question my devotion to him. I want him to take good care of himself, for himself first, and for me second, and I will do the same; because we both need each other, and we take that seriously.

I want him to insist on pull ups and diapers because he knows what’s best for me, even though I get embarrassed and feel like less of a woman because of my accidents. I want him to know when to be matter-of-fact about it, and when to tease or gently scold me, knowing it makes my wetting accidents feel sweet and cute, instead of frightening or shameful.

I want his unwavering tenderness in the most vulnerable moments of my life.

I want him to drink with me and get silly. He’s my caregiver, and my Daddy, but he’s my best friend, first. He and I have the best inside jokes. We understand each other’s movie quotes as part of daily vernacular. We sometimes finish each other’s sentences, but sometimes, we side-eye each other and say “what the hell are you talking about?!?” He boops me on the nose, and we both shrug and laugh, and I feel so fucking happy to be right there, right then, with him.

I want to go on adventures and go see new places, and sometimes I want to stay home and just be snuggly, and safe, and at ease.

My Daddy keeps me safe and dry either way, and checks and changes me so I never have to feel worried, or anything other than completely carefree. He is my solid rock. My favorite hugs are the ones immediately after a diaper change. They are the truest and purest hugs between a Daddy and babygirl. I love when Daddy holds me in that hug for just a few seconds longer than I would expect. THAT is when I begin to melt into him.

I want him to desire me both as a big girl, and a baby girl. I sometimes want intense fucking while he sshshs me and tells me to hold still and be a good girl for Daddy.

I also want him to be sweet and tender, and guide me through sexual experiences, and reassure me of how much I need to get the big girl urges out. I want to be molested. I want to cum hard and feel overwhelmed by it, all while he tells me I’m being the very best girl.

I want him to gently tease me for the messes I make cumming, and confidently tell me how I can’t help it, and that it’s okay because he’s there.

I want to lay in his lap and suck on him, not always to completion, but even just to soothe myself while we watch a movie or he reads me a story.

I want him to call me when he’s at work, and help me make myself cum by daddy-talking me and instructing me to touch myself in big girl ways.

I always want him to reinforce that every sexual experience is necessary, that I need it, and that it’s for my own good, just like all of my other “little girl” rules.

And, sometimes, I want Daddy to use me a little bit, simply because HE needs it at any given moment.

I want to feel wanted.

I want to go shopping and be spoiled sometimes. Not recklessly, but thoughtfully. I want Daddy to see how much something lights me up, or see something that will help me in my daily life, and feel happy to provide it for me. I want him to insist on small, meaningful souvenirs of our adventures together. I want him to realize and prioritize the way those little things remind me of my most exciting memories with HIM.

I also want to buy presents for my Daddy, simply because I see things I know he would like & that would make him happy, or even solve a problem he’s having. I want him to have things in his daily life that remind him of me; sometimes subconsciously.

I want even the most mundane parts of his routine to have hints of me, of us, and our magic, in ways that make him subtly happy and indescribably content. *Even* on that first day back to work after an ethereal weekend of fun.

I want to have reasons to get dressed up once in a while and feel pretty and special. In the back of my mind, I’ll always be contemplating Daddy’s preferences when I ultimately choose how to express myself through my clothes, and colors, and makeup. I love being my best, most vibrant self for *him*. He is *always* on my mind…

I want to truly believe he finds ME beautiful, flaws and all. Because to me, HE is charming, and dashing, and so SO sexy, especially when he meets me head-on, in the most vulnerable of ways.

I want to have a feeling, that underpins every single moment of our life together, that everything is okay, or will ultimately be okay. Sometimes, that means Daddy making things okay. And sometimes, that means *me* being powerfully supportive of *him*.

His daydreams, his goals & hobbies, and even his alone time to recharge and be his best, is of utmost importance to me. Because I require a lot of him. And I know it.

This is unapologetically who I am.

I’m not too much, but I am a lot. I’m a lot in the sweetest and funnest of ways. And he wants so much to be the man I need. Being that, makes him feel fulfilled. Knowing that about him, makes him exactly who I want and need. I want to cling to him in the ways he craves, but I also want to give him every bit of space and support he requires to be the whole and complete human he is when at his best. The way he strives for me, and me for him, is what makes this the most fulfilling experience either of us have ever been a part of.

He and I both see & cherish the magic that we are, together, in that moment when we connect & laugh about the simplest of things that we can’t believe the other one “gets”. He is the person I never, ever, believed could be real, and I am the girl he refuses to ever let go.

I scare him a little bit. He scares me too. We’re both brave enough to be afraid together.

When I’m small, the world is bright and colorful and soft around the edges. I feel hope and optimism, and I see the best in nearly everything around me. I had lost that for a while, and it frightened me so completely, to think I would never see the world that way again.

I’ve done a lot of work and made a lot of changes in my life to bring that back into focus, and I know now that I don’t need anyone else to make me feel that way. I am that way. It’s me. And that part of me is vulnerable and precious and to be protected. I’m the gatekeeper and I decide who gets that gift from me.

When I find someone who meets the impossible criteria listed above, who I click with as an adult human, and also feel safe to open up with completely as the baby girl I am inside, I will help them see the world through my eyes. All I ask, is that they would be playful with me, protective of me, that they would help foster that part of me and love me above all else in this world.

You know… simple stuff. Hehehee. Just every single raw and honest part of you, in exchange for every colorful, poetic, and vulnerable piece of me.

Tradesies…

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