My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest
, she said, and as he followed her, he looked back at me with dead shot eyes and I mischievously smiled and waved at him.
While he was still trying on the cloth, my mind rewinded to what he had said earlier - even I would go for twinks, not bears - he was gay. He was just indeed, gay. My joy knew no bounds, and finally, since the night before, I could properly breathe.
When he finally came out in his suit, I finally understood why Michael Jackson sang the song ‘ Speechless’.
“ I know, I look ridiculous”, he said, frowning his face.
“ Don't say that again because you don't. Infact, you are the exact opposite”, I said, and I was pretty sure that I was looking at him with my lovey-dovey eyes.