Hazel's POV Mothers can always be trusted. Trusted to nag, and nag, and nag, and never stop nagging. I literally didn't get past one bite of food without her reminding me that I was irresponsible for not bringing Hunter along for the mid-week family dinner. If she didn't say it with her mouth, she said it with her eyes and her attitude. I wondered how dad was able to survive all his years of marriage with the beautiful grumpy old lady who could literally nag the devil to death. A little advice for young people out there; never live with your parents. Never try that, especially when you have a mom like mine. Unless you're willing and able to sacrifice your peace of mind. I went straight to my room as soon as I got back from that den of the lioness, feeling grateful that my limbs were still intact. I went to bed immediately and the sun was so gracious that it rose even before I could close my eyes properly, making me wonder if something had gone wrong with the Earth's rotary
I read ' The Last Good Man ' by Patience Swift in my first year in college. What had attracted me to the book was the name - The Last Good Man. I couldn't agree more with Patience Swift that Sam was literally the last good man on earth because it was obvious that the earth was becoming something else. In fact, at the time, I concluded that he was the last man, the rest of us living on planet earth were animals, and the wild ones preyed on the domestic ones. It was evident in everyday life that there were two factions in the world; the predators, and the prey, and every prey was trying so hard to become a predator, while the predators were still on their toes, lest they fall from their status as predators down to the level of prey. The government sector, the economic sector, even the educational sector, all of them contained predators and prey, and the lie that the prey listen to each time it was time for elections was always " I'm here to help", coming straight from the mouth of beas
Hunter's POV I really hoped he would say yes. I was pretty sure that the contract he had with my mother in-law, Mrs Mcman did not include the criteria that he would also be at my service during the weekend, and for that I feared that he would say no, reminding me that he only worked for me during the weekdays. " Yes. Any problem?" he had asked as he turned to face me, his face being quite unclear in the dim illumination provided by the house dateline. " Well, not really. The thing here is that um.............. I don't have lectures tomorrow, so I won't be going to school, but I want to go grocery shopping tomorrow, and then go for cloth shopping on Saturday - I really need to stock up on my wardrobe. I would've gone for the cloth shopping tomorrow but Hazel seems to be surviving on just plastic and tap water. There is literally nothing edible in the whole house and I don't want it to continue being like that", I said, hoping to buy a little guilted sympathy from him. He chuc
You know, I've always wondered why we guys were always prejudiced. Like always. A girl can call her fellow girl pet names, hug her when they meet, even kiss her on the lips or peck her, but the minute a guy does that, it's concluded; with no further inspections needed - he's gay, and not only is he gay, the other guy he calls pet names is also gay, and is automatically his boyfriend. Like what the fuck? Did he have to make that face of ' what did you just call me?' Uh? Can't I just casually call him my love with no strings attached? Actually, a couple or more strings were attached, but what does it matter? " Oh, I meant um....................... I meant my Lord, not my love", I said with an awkward smile but the old lad was still staring at me in confusion, " seems like you don't know the meaning of your name again. In ancient Greek, the name Basil means royal, and in respect to that I called you my Lord", I said, trying my best to sound as educative as possible, but the e
I actually didn't want to stand up from where I was. Not particularly because I was enjoying it, but because the situation was too embarrassing to face. Just imagine yourself falling on top of someone in the supermarket, amidst the peering eyes of the desperate housewives who were too bored to stay at home that they came on and unnecessary grocery shopping. But nevertheless, we definitely weren't going to spend eternity there, so it was better to just get off each other's bodies. “ Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry, are you injured?” I asked as I stood up, ignoring the screaming voice in my head that was reminding me that I almost came very close to achieving my dream; to kissing him. “ I'm fine”, he said, standing to his feet and brushing himself off. “ Thank goodness. It would've been critical if you had hit your head on the ground”, I said to him, momentarily forgetting that the desperate housewives were still staring at us. “ Thankfully I didn't. That's called good reflex
Hazel's POV I just couldn't tell why, but I just wasn't having it. I wasn't feeling like myself and I couldn't quite place a description of how I was feeling. I thought maybe it was because of how I saw Hunter smiling sheepishly yesterday but I quickly dismissed the thought. In my usual slow driving method, I drove into my premises and parked in the garage, being careful enough not to hit any other car there. I made my way to the building and on opening the door, I was welcomed with the tasty aroma of lasagna, reminding me that I had been surviving on coffee all day. I made my way to the sitting room, intentionally slow walking to perceive more of the aroma. It was torture, knowing fully well that I wouldn't partake in the food feast, but it was an enjoyable torture. As I was about to walk past the kitchen, a miracle happened. " Hazel", Hunter called out to me, and I turned to face him. He was wearing an apron and a chef cap, behind a very sexy looking body hug top and jo
Hunter's POV I made my way out of the house and into the house, feeling a little bit weary. I didn't sleep well the night before. The thought that Basil might be straight took away sleep from my eyes, and I spent the night praying to every god I knew; Shivu, Venus, Zeus, Odin, The Sun god, that Basil should be gay, or at least bisexual. I had wanted to ask Hazel but decided against it on a second thought. I looked at myself in the rear mirror, the V-neck shirt I was wearing extended way below my chest. I had worn it to impress Basil, or at least to gain his attention and see if he was into guys, but looking at myself in the mirror, I had most certainly never felt so stupid before. “ Good morning”, he said as he got into the car, fastening his seatbelt, ultimately reminding me that I had to fasten mine. “ Good morning”, I replied. “ So, what shopping mall would you prefer to go to?” He asked, looking over at me. “ Why don't you take me to the one that you would prefe
With the speed of light, Basil rotated the steering wheel with accurate precision, screeching the car tyres and ultimately avoiding the truck, plunging into the grassland beside the road, pressing hard on the brakes as the truck honked it's way past us. We almost died right there. I tried to regulate my breathing as adrenaline surged through my veins, making me a little shaky. I tried to pull myself together, and eventually succeeded in doing so, but as I turned around to see how Basil was doing, I was shocked to see him vibrating vigorously. His whole body was shaking with terror, and even though he tried to still himself, it wasn't working. “ Hey, it's okay, it's okay”, I said as placed my hands on his back and patted him slowly, trying to calm him down, but it didn't seem to be working. He was still shaking violently, and the shaking increased as tears streamed down his eyes, his head bowed low.He was having a severe panic attack, and I knew without being told that I had
Have you ever felt as if you fell from space, right into the middle of the Pacific Ocean? Like you were gasping for air and suddenly you have enough of it, enough that it might kill you? I mean, given the fact that each atom of oxygen in the ocean is bonded with two atoms of hydrogen making the hydrogen concentration higher than the oxygen level which can in fact kill you if time is not taken. All in all, I'm just trying to say that I felt flabbergasted, bewildered at what the handsome jerk standing before me had said. I felt scared too. Not because I was guilty of the charges he was pressing against me; although partially I was. Given the fact that I was mentally ready to have a romantic relationship with Basil no matter how inappropriate it might seem, yes, I was partially guilty, and I wasn't sorry for that. Besides, I personally permitted only myself to cheat in that hellhole we called marriage, but for some reason I was scared that he, Hazel, might be broken hearted. I was
Hunter's POV As I closed the door on Hazel, I couldn't help but think about how he had looked at me. His eyes were flared up with flames of hunger, and the way he had observed me keenly made me weak in the knee, also making me grow a boner instantly. “ What the hell am I thinking about?” I said to myself as I came back to my senses. I was really starting to run mad these days. The fact that I now made dinner everyday for us made me suspect my mental stability, but the incident just a few moments ago confirmed that suspicion - I was gradually running mad. “ Good morning Hunter”, Basil greeted as I headed downstairs, even adding a slight bow to the greeting - European style. “ Good morning Baz. How're you doing?” I asked, not casually as other people normally asked, but because I really wanted to know how he was doing after the incident I had experienced the last time. “ I'm fine. Thanks for asking”, he said, avoiding eye contact with me. I read the obvious handwriting o
" Why the hell would you want to know how long I've known Basil?" I asked as I poured more milk into my oatmeal. I always preferred brown sugar to white sugar, but I was suspiciously looking at Hunter that I didn't know when I used the white sugar instead of the brown one. “ Shit, now look what you made me do”. “ And what is it that I made you do?” He wasn't pissed, but his eyebrows were raised inquisitively. I sighed, seeing that it would be a hassle to start explaining to him that I didn't like the white sugar that I had mistakenly put while questioning him. “ Nevermind. Back to the question. Why would you want to know how long I've known Basil?” I stirred the oatmeal, hoping that I could manage it with the white sugar in it. “ No apparent reason. I was just curious”. “ Well, I've known him since senior high, that should be about right years now or so”. “ Okay. Do you have any idea if he has an issue, something psychological?” “ None that I can think of, but why wou
I thought I had seen it all, not knowing that I was still a newbie when it came to shamelessness. Without warning, Hunter grabbed my dick as if it was a door knob, making me spread my mouth like the tentacles of an octopus. I was into too much shock to even speak, and as he squeezed it into his palms, an electric jolt was sent throughout my whole body as I sat on my ass, staring at him in horror. “ There's nothing to write home about here”, he said as he let go of it, standing up to his feet and towering above my seemingly small frame. “ That one there…..”, he pointed at the top guy in the porn video, “ is way better than yours, and I bet that you wouldn't be able to do what he's doing right now”, he said as I concentrated on the porn video as the top spread the bottom’s legs in a split, banging hard into his ass with his up to eight inches cock. Hunter went back and picked up his bags, clutching a bag in every finger in his hand, “ quit misbehaving and get dressed, stop actin
Hazel's POV To be truly sincere, working out alone wasn't a problem; not at all. The problem was the fact that I was working out alone because of Hunter; that was the main problem. I left the house and jogged all the way to the gym, with earphones on, blasting heavy metal music. At the gym, I tried to concentrate while lifting weights but I just couldn't. Thoughts of Hunter kept crossing my mind, and his wonderful smell wouldn't just leave my memory, making me wonder what kind of perfume it was, since it was able to make one horny. I left the weight lifting section and tried to let off some steam at the treadmill. As I began running on moderate speed on the treadmill, I noticed a guy get on another treadmill right opposite to mine, and beside him on another treadmill was a girl. The guy looked masculine and packed up, and his face card was literally something to die for, and so when the girl noticed him on the treadmill, about to start running on it, she let down her ha
With the speed of light, Basil rotated the steering wheel with accurate precision, screeching the car tyres and ultimately avoiding the truck, plunging into the grassland beside the road, pressing hard on the brakes as the truck honked it's way past us. We almost died right there. I tried to regulate my breathing as adrenaline surged through my veins, making me a little shaky. I tried to pull myself together, and eventually succeeded in doing so, but as I turned around to see how Basil was doing, I was shocked to see him vibrating vigorously. His whole body was shaking with terror, and even though he tried to still himself, it wasn't working. “ Hey, it's okay, it's okay”, I said as placed my hands on his back and patted him slowly, trying to calm him down, but it didn't seem to be working. He was still shaking violently, and the shaking increased as tears streamed down his eyes, his head bowed low.He was having a severe panic attack, and I knew without being told that I had
Hunter's POV I made my way out of the house and into the house, feeling a little bit weary. I didn't sleep well the night before. The thought that Basil might be straight took away sleep from my eyes, and I spent the night praying to every god I knew; Shivu, Venus, Zeus, Odin, The Sun god, that Basil should be gay, or at least bisexual. I had wanted to ask Hazel but decided against it on a second thought. I looked at myself in the rear mirror, the V-neck shirt I was wearing extended way below my chest. I had worn it to impress Basil, or at least to gain his attention and see if he was into guys, but looking at myself in the mirror, I had most certainly never felt so stupid before. “ Good morning”, he said as he got into the car, fastening his seatbelt, ultimately reminding me that I had to fasten mine. “ Good morning”, I replied. “ So, what shopping mall would you prefer to go to?” He asked, looking over at me. “ Why don't you take me to the one that you would prefe
Hazel's POV I just couldn't tell why, but I just wasn't having it. I wasn't feeling like myself and I couldn't quite place a description of how I was feeling. I thought maybe it was because of how I saw Hunter smiling sheepishly yesterday but I quickly dismissed the thought. In my usual slow driving method, I drove into my premises and parked in the garage, being careful enough not to hit any other car there. I made my way to the building and on opening the door, I was welcomed with the tasty aroma of lasagna, reminding me that I had been surviving on coffee all day. I made my way to the sitting room, intentionally slow walking to perceive more of the aroma. It was torture, knowing fully well that I wouldn't partake in the food feast, but it was an enjoyable torture. As I was about to walk past the kitchen, a miracle happened. " Hazel", Hunter called out to me, and I turned to face him. He was wearing an apron and a chef cap, behind a very sexy looking body hug top and jo
I actually didn't want to stand up from where I was. Not particularly because I was enjoying it, but because the situation was too embarrassing to face. Just imagine yourself falling on top of someone in the supermarket, amidst the peering eyes of the desperate housewives who were too bored to stay at home that they came on and unnecessary grocery shopping. But nevertheless, we definitely weren't going to spend eternity there, so it was better to just get off each other's bodies. “ Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry, are you injured?” I asked as I stood up, ignoring the screaming voice in my head that was reminding me that I almost came very close to achieving my dream; to kissing him. “ I'm fine”, he said, standing to his feet and brushing himself off. “ Thank goodness. It would've been critical if you had hit your head on the ground”, I said to him, momentarily forgetting that the desperate housewives were still staring at us. “ Thankfully I didn't. That's called good reflex