Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

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

“ 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

“ 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

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

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