...Childhood Lost in Play...

I'm thirty-five now, and there are times when being little feels like the only way to escape adulthood's relentless pressure. It started a few years back with some friends during a kink event; I played little and they took on caregiver roles. The dynamic was oddly comforting... Like a return to something lost long ago but in a safe space where it felt new, not a regression. Over time, I've explored more of this side with both partners and strangers. The scenes vary, some are about nurturing me back into childhood safety while others revolve around discipline or playful restrictions. There's always an understanding we're adults here... choosing to explore these roles together, without any real age-gap baggage... It's a bit of a private hobby now, one I don't often share with my non-kink life. But it's something I need every so often to recharge and remember what it feels like to be taken care of...