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Chapter Sixty-two
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My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest Chapter Eighty-nine
I was never intrigued by African food. Never. From the videos and documentaries I've seen over the years, I had this ideology that their food was a first class shit. Their soups were always slimy like snut, and for some reason it looked like actual shit. Chinese food always paved way for me, and was literally my best when it came to exotic dishes, followed by Korean food, especially their noodles, minus their sushi. That rice wrapped up in plastic vegetable was definitely not something to look forward to. But alas, that ideology I had changed with that single bite. The rice was soft and tender, spicy and hot, also a pure testament of the cook's skills, but apart from that, it was indeed a delicacy. I dived into having more of the food. I saw Hunter cutting out a piece of the peppered chicken and having it at the same time with the rice and I decided to try it out. The chicken was tender and looked very much spicy, not like the usual crunchy chicken I always had from MacDonalds
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Hazel's POV I had the most wonderful dream. A type that I had never had. I think sandman stepped up his game in trying to override Santa Claus and other guardians like Jack Frost, Easter Bunny, tooth fairy, and all the others, and trust me, I would give him an eleven out of ten - yes, an extra mark because he really deserved it. The dream felt too real and too good to be true. Quite alright, he had used the image of Hunter in the dream and I would've had a problem with that, but after making me experience an heavenly ecstasy in my sex dream, I ruled out every possible problem there was. The experience was magical. It could certainly be compared to taking a walk in paradise, along the calm river banks of a crystal clear diamond water, where the sands on the shore and shoreline were gold dust. In fact, there was nothing that I could say that would be enough to describe it. It was as Micheal Jackson sang in his song - your love just makes me feel speechless, only that in my cas
My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest Chapter Eighty-seven
The door beeped and opened and Hazel walked in with his bag. I looked up and immediately I saw that he was the one, I turned my gaze away from him, refusing to look at him. He was the reason why Basil didn't want to have a special relationship with me; although Basil was actually very stupid I would say. Like, what does it matter if I'm married to your boss and best friend? We all knew that the union was one of convenience, that we never really personally agreed to get married, so why was he all worked up when even Hazel wouldn't mind if I cheated on him? He walked over to the sitting room and ventured up to his room, making silly noises just in a bid to either gain my attention or to annoy me, and the best option was always the latter. I didn't budge from where I sat, let alone say anything to him. I even acted as if it wasn't a human being that had just walked past me. I stayed there in the sitting room, my eyes fixed on the television even though I wasn't actually watching
My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest Chapter Eighty-six
Back then in middle school, I was always happy to go to school. In fact, I was one of those kids who would probably advocate for extending school days to Saturdays and Sundays - that was just how much I loved going to school. Not because of anything special, but just because of the fact that going to school created a routine for me, and I loved having a routine. I knew that I had to wake up and prepare for school, I had to attend that class and that class, I had to do my assignments after school, study a little, have a good time with dad when he gets back from work, and eventually fall asleep in his arms, only to resume the same routine the next day, and I loved that. But on that faithful day, I was more than happy to get to school, all because I knew that I was going to meet Hazel. I remembered how we had kissed and just the mere thought of it was blowing my mind away. “ Why are you smiling instead of eating?” Dad asked, helping me realize that I was behaving like a patient in
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“ Baz, I know you must feel like you need to be perfect, as if you can only count if you are, but listen to me, you don't have to be perfect, you don't need to be perfect. No one is. You just need to be your true self. Growing up for you must've been really hard, but if you were strong enough to stand up to your parents about your sexuality, then you're equally strong enough to stand up to their mindset which has been implanted in you”, I said to him as I held him. “ I just don't know how to do that”, he said, cleaning the tears off his eyes. “ You sure do, you just haven't done it. Look, having a panic attack might seem ordinary now, but trust me, it'll have devastating mental health consequences in the future if not properly handled, so you have to try. Tell yourself that you're allowed to make mistakes, that you're allowed to be imperfect, and always remind yourself that it isn't something that you can help, and whenever you feel the need to talk to someone I will always, alway
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Hunter's POV “ You don't need to worry about anything, he's totally fine”, Basil said over the phone, after informing me that my husband left on a business trip without even bothering to let me know. “ Who said I was worried about him? Please, I wasn't. Anyway, thanks for informing me”, I said, sounding a little bit shaken up. “ Will you be alright on your own?” He asked out of the blue. “ Of course. Why wouldn't I be?” I said, even though I was fully aware that I wouldn't be. Not that I was afraid of being alone in the house, I just had the feeling of wanting someone to be around. “ I don't know, it just feels as if you'd prefer company”. “ That's so thoughtful of you, but not to worry, I'll be fine”. “ Okay, if you say so. Good night”, he said and I instantly wished I hadn't said that I'll be fine alone. Couldn't he just insist on coming over? Must be be a gentleman in everything? “ Good night”, I said, cutting the call and almost slapping myself for my stupidity.
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“ Good morning Miss Banks. I hear you'd be the one accompanying me on the trip?” I asked, sounding as formal as I could. “ Yes sir, and I'm looking forward to a successful trip”, she said, the wryly smile still on her face. “ Of course you'd be looking forward to a successful trip, bitch”, I said in my mind. “ As I do”, I said as I started walking towards the boarding section. We both boarded the plane and thankfully, her seat number was quite far away from mine. We arrived at Washington DC a few hours later and boarded the same taxi to the hotel. “ Welcome to DC seniore y seniorita, mucho gusto”, the taxi man said as he helped us with our bags into the car boot, his Spanish accent sounding so lovely and sexy. I couldn't help but wonder how sexy Hunter would sound if he had a Spanish accent - what the hell was I thinking? I didn't care; or so I thought. “ I suppose you're both here for a honeymoon but……….”. “ No we're not!” I said, cutting the taxi man off even before
My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest Chapter Eighty-two
Hazel's POV I carried Hunter in a bridal style out of the house and into the car. The butler had helped me with the car door, if not, I would've dutifully dropped him there on the floor with how angry I was. He had done a good job in trying to get my parents to love him, and quite frankly he succeeded. But just a sip of the wine he had brought had sent him into immediate drunken state, making him falter like a sleepy big baby. I laid him down on the backseat, deciding not to trouble myself with putting on the seatbelt for him, and then slowly drove home because I also took a glass of the wine. As we got home, I carried him out of the car in the same bridal style. I found it hard to insert the door passcode but after several frustrating attempts, I finally did, and I took him inside. He wasn't that heavy, not at all, but with the prolonged time that I had to carry him, be was starting to get heavy. While climbing the he staircase, I unintentionally bumped his head on the wall,
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I felt his soft lips against mine, pressing mine, his tongue, finding it's way into my mouth, and being the horny drunk that I was, I gave who ever it was full access to my mouth. His tongue entered into my mouth and did wonders, like a pro at what he does, he devoured me. I still couldn't make out the face of the person who was literally sending me into orgasm with only his kiss, but I indulged with him. His mouth tasted of wine and saliva, and the smell of his body was so familiar, like something I had perceived not too long ago. While still locked in the kiss, he gently reached for my shirt, unbuttoning it as he ate my lips, sucking and never getting satisfied. He completed the task with my lips and went on to throw my shirt halfway across the room. He went down to my pants, taking off my belt. He made me lie for a sec as he gently pulled my pants off of me, together with my underwear, leaving my erect dick standing before him like the Eiffel tower before him. Even though h
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