Rebecca Sugar Concrete Novels & Stories

No boundaries. "So what's the random theme?" He asks, most probably to make things okay again between us. "If you could have a sugar baby, or sugar daddy for me, what are the three things they should have?" Because I just finished reading a sugar baby book hihi. "Sugar daddy, you're looking for someone with money, authority, and a big cock." I actually laugh at his last word, "Cock? What? Why?" "I don't know, from the way you tell me about the stories you read, they ALL have huge monster cock."

"She will." Claire turned from the drawing board and looked at him. The precise and warm look — the woman who gave the correct amount. "Reuben will want to know the load bearing of the recess," she said. He felt the confirmation move through him — the same quality he had felt when Ruth wrote directly, when Owen said the right height, when Ada said good. He thought about Reuben measuring the load bearing of his own drawings at seven years old. "The recess is cut into the platform slab," he said. "The slab is three hundred millimetres of reinforced concrete beneath the sandstone. The recess removes nothing structurally."

For the fact I just want her to fucking take all her stuff back. "A sugar baby?" She scoffs as she jumps from the kitchen top, now standing next to me. "Fine." That's when she looks at me again, but with a decision made. Fuck. She looks like she's on a mission. Dangerous mission. "I can be a sugar baby." What? "But I want allowance. Monthly, weekly, I don't care. I want allowance." She crosses her arms on her chest, looking confident with the offer. No, not an offer. A demand.