A while ago, Craftsmate and I were in bed together, spooning, when the topic of the whole Daddy/little dynamic came up. He’s not into it at all. While he respects the fact that I like it, he just doesn’t understand it.

“I spoke to Penthouse about it,” he said, “and he said it kind of added a dimension of guidance to the normal dynamic. Like a protection thing. And it makes me think that you feel like I can’t protect you.”

I felt my stomach turn over. It’s not like that at all, it’s a classic case of the way we sometimes interpret things in wildly different ways. We joke that we’re the same Myers-Briggs type, but there are some moments where we don’t connect and some signals get crossed. 

And while Craftsmate told me the other day that he is completely at peace with the whole thing now and is totally fine with it, it still stings that he thought I felt that way.