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I really wanted to save this set to post in order along with the Adventures in Baeland stories, but Tumblr being sterilized wasn’t something I anticipated. Part of me really doesn’t want to post anything at all, but another part really wants to get this last set up before it’s too late.

These pictures of Jordan (!) and I are from a very special night we had after Bridgie left. We had experienced a lot of “firsts” in one weekend, and while it was fulfilling (sorry I had to) and fun and truly significant, it was also a lot to process and navigate big, new feelings in real time. When it was just us again, I was feeling needy and raw and wanted a special way for us to reconnect.

My littleness has been a part of our dynamic for most of our relationship. I love how seamless and easy and natural it is for us, and that I have a partner I can share this facet of myself with. We’d had moments and days where we devoted time to “little” activities, but living at home/with roomies made it difficult to explore as much as I’d have liked to in the past.

One of the things I wanted, but was self-conscious about, was having “little” bathtime. I’d brought it up before, but I was too self-conscious to gauge if he was really into it, or willing to do it because I wanted it.

I decided that what I needed was a devoted little night, and I wanted him bathing me to be part of it.

I bought a bath bomb and pulled out the bathtub crayons I’d purchased specifically for this well over a year ago and explained what I wanted him to do. He drew the bath for me and we put the bath bomb in and he let me have time to play and color on the walls until I felt like I was done. Then he came in to the bathroom, having changed to basketball shorts in case he got wet, and washed my body and hair (which was hard to do, considering how wet I was). I had him pull a big, fluffy towel around me and help dry me off and pick out what he wanted me to wear. The original plan was that we would then watch a little movie together and then do blushy things and cuddle and have him put me to sleep, but his fingers ended up getting a bit sidetracked inside my cunt and I felt sensations I never had before (like, big deal, first-time-ever, close to orgasm-building feelings–even though he’s fingered me a billion times).

It was a very special night.

I wasn’t sure how much I would regress, but ended up asking for more time to color in the bath after each “just 10 more minnits!” and was lost in covering the walls in pretty hearts. It ended up being something special for both of us, and I was so happy to know he genuinely enjoyed it just as much.

I’ve been swooning over these pictures ever since and looking forward to sharing them with you

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