Unexpected triggers…

In my finding my identity post, I talked about little space. For me, little space is that “ewwy gooey” state where time seems to slow way down and I am fully regressed into my babyboy state-of-mind. This doesn’t happen frequently, so when it does happen I try to enjoy it the best I can.

Sometimes it’s hard for me to get into little space. Other times it’s not. For example, my wife and some of my close little friends know that if you just tell me “good boy” or “be a good boy” in the right situation, I will instantly melt. Continue reading “Unexpected Little Triggers”