For Littles Novels & Stories

We went to the local littles shop, our town does have a variety of bdsm shops, littles being one of them, you could find anything in our town. We went to the shop and I went crazy, I picked things for my princess, we don’t know how young she is when in little space but we hoped she would be young, like really young. I want my baby to be just that a baby, we’ll still take care of all her needs, including the sexual ones, but when she’s in her big girl headspace.

“But first—you learn to breathe. And you learn control.” Calla clapped her hands. “Alright, little wolf. Crayons up, zen mode on. Let’s start small. Like... warming tea.” Logan frowned. “That’s boring.” “But useful,” Lilly said. “Especially when Mommy needs coffee and Daddy’s busy saving the world.” He considered that. “Okay. I’ll be the tea king.” Lilly leaned into my side as we watched him gather crayons and attempt focus. Her hand slipped into mine.

Lila was already in her pajamas—whale-print ones—sitting on her big-girl bed with three stuffed animals lined up like an audience. “Daddy read The Little Mermaid!” she demanded. Alexander settled beside her, book in hand. Emily eased into the rocking chair—feet up, hands on her belly. Alexander’s voice filled the room—deep, warm, doing silly voices for the characters. Lila giggled every time he made Flounder sound nervous. Halfway through, Noah kicked hard—Emily gasped softly. Lila noticed immediately. “Baby okay?” Emily smiled. “Baby’s dancing to Daddy’s story.”

The sun was dipping low outside the school gates, casting soft amber streaks on the floors of the small waiting area. Lara sat on one of the low benches, her posture relaxed, listening to Ram chatter animatedly about a new cartoon she’d seen. The little girl’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her tiny hands flailing as she described her favorite scene. “…and then Ate bought me a new pink unicorn! It lights up when you press its tummy, and it even sings, Teacher Lara!” Ram beamed.

he says with a groan, yes right trust Kiki in her little space not to leave the table with that many toys around. "I'll look this way, you do that way," I tell my brother, we need to find them before they burn this club down, although it's little night, they have some private rooms for another kind of play, some more rough playing, rough with sex and toys included, those that aren't little friendly, I know the rooms are locked on little nights, but who knows, these littles have no limits to being naughty.

The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light spilling through the open window of the modest chamber. The air was thick with the scent of rain. “Another story Daddy” Little Lily pleaded “Munchkin, you should get some sleep, every other child is asleep at this time of the night” “Well you always say I’m not like every other child, don’t you.” She said with a grin on her face. “Fair point kiddo, fair point. One more story and we are done, one very short story” the alpha replied with a fake frown.

Kingston scooted closer to her, resting his arm around her shoulder. “Daddy Dom, little girl. It is a submissive genre of bdsm and CG/L is caregiver and little. I personally think you are a little and don't know but I could be wrong.” He replied “What is a little?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. “A little can be a male, female or anyone in between who follows rules or breaks rules that their daddy or caregiver gives them. Littles are innocent, naive and usually have a hard time regulating emotion. Little are all different so I can't pinpoint anything specific to share with you. But littles are very special people.” He explained.

Hold her, hold them all. Lila perched on a bench, wiry frame buzzing as she shared cider with pups, her chestnut ponytail swinging. Her hazel eyes sparkled, sling tucked in her belt, optimism a shield against the hall’s tension. She hummed softly, calming the kids, but her fingers fidgeted, fear of the eclipse buried deep. Spark, her wolf, yipped, small and vibrant, tail a blur. Sing, Lila! Keep their hearts light, keep yours bright.

Seeing this, he set it down without a second glance. A heavy silence settled in the car. Winnie suddenly turned from her seat in front, flashing me a courteous smile. "You must be Anna Jovine, huh? Tristan talks about you all the time. I should thank you for looking after him these past few years." Her voice carried a thin layer of arrogance, the way a hostess might thank a maid for her service. Before I could even catch my breath from the sting of it, Winnie laid a hand on her stomach and said, "Tristan, my period just started. My cramps are killing me."

I outlined. “Now start shopping, girl. Or I’m outfitting this little one myself.” I chuckled. Ivy chuckled as Violet reached out for a tee with some yellow bird on it. “Big bird.” Violet declared, holding the shirt to her. “What’s a big bird?” I asked. “Oh well, there’s this show on PBS, Sesame Street with puppets and people that’s for little kids. She loves it when she gets a chance to watch even a little of it.” Ivy explained.