DAMIAN
The way to my room feels too goddamn far away with my arousal making an embarrassing tent in front of my pants. It takes effort to not wince while walking. Something as mundane has now become so difficult 'cos of it.
How do I make it up there in record time before I spill my seeds in my trousers like a f*****g horny teenage boy?
I feel like a seventeen year old again, thanks to my carelessness. Thankfully, the hallway is quiet which means the house helps might have retired for the night.
Who would want to bump into their Pakhan in this sorry state?
“Pakhan.” Turns out I spoke too early.
I turn around to see one of the house helps coming from the stairs leading to the living room. “What?” I snap.
Sighting my discomfort, she lowers her head immediately, color staining her che
