Milo loves sex, parties and alcohol. He adores the thrill of being young, wild and mateless.
He has witnessed his family and friends find their mates, settling down and living happily ever after. But this has never appealed to Milo. He wants to be...
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I have always loved sex. Maybe a little too much. But can someone love sex too much? Or is it just a natural thing that we're all born to be invested in.
I adore the thrill it gives me. I find it deeply empowering, expressing myself through my body with how I want to feel. Especially if the man is incredibly attractive and I fancy the shit out of him. That makes it a thousand times better.
Werewolves are known to be deadly attractive. That's what makes this so hard for me.
I've probably slept with more than half of the district, those who are gay or bi or whatever they want to identify as. I'm surprised I've managed to bed so many wolves considering a lot of them want to wait for their mates but I've never seen a problem in it.
Most probably because I can't imagine myself with my mate. I've seen my sister and my brother both fall hard and fast for their mates, they blab on about the bond and their connection. But to me it sounds like absolute bullshit.
How can something be that strong? They're probably kidding themselves. Still in the trap of the honey-moon phase.
I will never get it because I will never act like it.
Deep in my heart I know that I'm definitely not capable of love. I've seen it detonate my parents relationship, I've seen it destroy families. How anyone can tell me that love is a good thing is beyond me. It is a recipe for disaster.
When feelings are involved people get hurt. Meaningless sex can never hurt because it is severely meaningless.
But hey, if other people are happy then good for them. All I can say is that I'll never be me.
I'm more than satisfied to keep doing what I'm doing.
Parties. Alcohol. Sex.
How could things get complicated? I'll be happy forever.
Maybe until my liver gives out or I'll need hip replacements. But I'm still young and fit as ever. The world is my oyster and I don't plan on giving it up anytime soon.
One of my friends, Apollo, from a local pack holds his legendary sex parties once every few months. They're known for being incredible, I should know, I've been to the last three. They're definitely something for the memory box.
Today will go down in history.
No one judges. We're all safe to protect ourselves and each other.
Everyone needs to release their frustrations, their built up lust and desire of a good fuck. It's werewolf nature to be sexually active, I don't think we should be blamed or shamed for it.
Apollo likes to bed anyone and everyone. He doesn't care about your sexual orientation or your gender. All he sees is sex, sex, sex. That's why he's known for throwing parties that are unforgettable.
