When I first got on the internet and discovered I wasn’t the only size perv on the planet, I was 27 years old and had already been married for three years. Up until then, I thought of it as just my own private fantasy world that no one else wanted or needed to know about. I also had no appreciation of dominance/submission as healthy bedroom roleplaying, so I felt very bad about enjoying the power disparity of size differential. Consequently, I did not share my size fantasies with my wife or anyone else. My wife only ever found out (about my F/m desires) through an inevitable browser history exposure. She’s still not interested in exploring it.
I spend an enormous amount of time on my computer, and my wife is aware that some of that time is devoted to size fantasy, but I have never shared with her that I write size stories or have a size blog. I imagine that if we had met when I was ten years older, I would have introduced it from the get-go, but as it is it’s just one of the many mutual accommodations we’ve made for each other.
The most helpful realization I’ve made is determining that my size fantasies are not the whole of my sexuality or imagination. I’ve been playing fantasy roleplaying games since I was 10, and size is just another fantasy world. I like the analogy of a model train set that I keep in my basement that I don’t let anyone else visit but that I do blog about.