บททั้งหมดของ My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Have you ever felt like the world should just end? Like, this rapture and end times we were being told about at Sunday school should just happen just so that you could avoid a potential embarrassment? Or wished that World War 3 should kick off so that you necessarily wouldn't need to live your life as it was before the war? Just so you can avoid embarrassment? Yeah. I felt that way a million times over. I pleaded with the heavens to send fire and brimstone like it did in the days of Lot, or at least to turn us all into salt - Lot's wife became my role model overnight. I just didn't know what to say or do. My hands were still around his neck as he kept blinking questionably at me. " Think, think you idiot. How can we escape this situation?" I asked that silly devil inside me, but he was probably also embarrassed that he had to disappear - at least he could disappear. " Oh no, what should I do now?" I shouted at it this time, just to make sure that he wasn't really in my head again, a

There was always a particular saying that water has no enemy; meaning that everyone and everything living needs water to survive. I can pretty much say that the case is also the same with food. Food has no enemy, everyone and everything living needs food to survive, and I definitely needed food to survive that night, just that the food was in front of me, but still far from my reach. " Can I.......um............can I.........", I still couldn't say it. Fuck it. I wasn't on bad terms with the food, I was only on bad terms with the person who made the food, so the poor food did absolutely nothing wrong, and since it was a matter of life and death, I would agree to put our differences aside if need be. " Can I join you for dinner?" I asked quickly, unsure if he was able to get a single word out of what I had said. " Excuse me, were you speaking English or Spanish? If I'm going to listen to you, you have to speak properly", he said. Such a he-devil. I was pretty sure he heard

Hunter's POV " Mom told me that your secretary here will be attending to my transport needs and your office car is now mine", I said to Hazel with a pint of victory after lovingly staring at his secretary for what seemed like eternity. " Wait, you now address my mother as mom?" he asked in surprise, squeezing his face and making the excess skin on his forehead appear like spotting waves. He was already dressed for work, with an empty glass of milk in his hand. " Of course. She's now my mother, well that's if you minus the additional suffice behind the word ' mother ', but nonetheless, she is now my mother", I was basically ranting, taking pride in showing him that I had his own mother on my side. " Cool. Just great. I certainly will not be surprised if you wake up one day and start claiming that my company is now yours; this house included". " Wow, that would be a great idea", I said and his eyes widened, " I think I'll actually make a fine CEO than you ever will. Don't wor

Ever wondered what it would be like if life was a movie? Even though I loved adventure, I definitely would not like to be in an action movie setting - it's too risky, and I could die at any moment. I would prefer to be in a romantic movie, with a little bit of comedy and a handful of sexual suspense, and if the scene of me and Basil going to the restroom is to be written, this would've been what to expect: - They both headed to the restroom to get Hunter cleaned up, oblivious to the fact that their sexual hormones were practically over secreting, spreading sparks of pink blush across their white faces. They walked into the room that read ' men only ' and Basil closed the door behind them. Hunter went to the sink, trying to wash off the coffee stain from the handkerchief Basil had handed him earlier. Basil approached him from behind, itching dangerously close, his groin caressing Hunter's butt. " Don't worry, I'll take it", he said as he leaned forward, his head peering from Hun

I once had a girlfriend; Sasha. " Excuse me, do you know how I can get to the school dean's office?" that was the first thing she said to me when we met in college. I was a major in Sociology and Anthropology while she was a freshman in Management Sciences. I didn't think much of her then, what could possibly be of interest to me with a freshman from the department of Management Sciences? I just helped her with the direction and headed my own way. The next time I saw her was at the 136th Harvard convention held at the campus at Boston. We found ourselves in the same ground team and she instantly recognized me as the guy whom she had met on her first day in college. She kept trying to trig my memory into remembering who she was, and it wasn't until she mentioned that she was the girl with the ridiculous makeup asking for the dean's office did I get to recall who she was. She wasn't wearing that kind of makeup again; she had probably received a hazing ritual from the girls in sch