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‎Anny's POV ‎I have been married to my husband Greg, for ten years now. With no kids. Greg and I have been trying to make babies for the past ten years but haven't been successful. ‎I love my dearest husband so much, but over the past few years, Greg has become almost inactive in bed. ‎I have relentless sexual hunger. I love having sex a lot. Since Greg has been unable to satisfy my sexual urge and fantasies, I've been forced to look for other alternatives, such as vibrators and masturbation.

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air. Then Sasha, still trembling, slid down beside Abegail. Her face was flushed, triumphant. She kissed Abegail’s sweaty forehead. “You see, bestie? This is what freedom feels like.” Kael collapsed back onto the booth, his chest heaving. Leo slowly withdrew from Abegail’s pussy, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

The pizza box was still on the table, the smell of it mixing with the stench of sex and sweat in the air. Her hair stuck to her neck, and I brushed it aside, kissing her shoulder, tasting the salt on her skin as I kept thrusting, her body shaking under me. I thrust hard one last time, my penis deep inside Ariana’s pussy, and came, my cum pouring into her, filling her up. Her body shook under me, her vagina squeezing me tight as she moaned loud, her own orgasm hitting. We collapsed onto the couch, my chest heaving, sweat dripping down my face. Her naked body pressed against me, her breasts sticky with my cum from before, her thighs wet with our juices.

I collapsed onto my back, my chest heaving, one forearm slung over my eyes to block out the dim glow from the city lights through the blinds. “Fuck,” I whispered to the dark ceiling. Seven months. It had been seven months since a man had touched me. The last one—Mark, the architect with the nice smile and wandering hands—had lasted three dates before he “realized he wasn’t ready for commitment.” Translation: he’d met someone easier. Before him there was Daniel, who cried after sex because he missed his ex. Before that, Ethan, who ghosted me after I mentioned wanting kids someday. The pattern was exhausting.

Every man who wants to meet me either lusts over me or wants to fuck me. But too bad, not every man can easily fuck me. Even though I am in love with sex and its smell, I still have standards, you know. However, these past months, I could not get myself to be in the heat with sex anymore. Probably because I am too sick of men who do not know how to fuck. If you could look at all the men here in our school, you couldn’t deny that they are all handsome. But in today’s generation, it’s not just all about the looks; it has to come with performance as well, which I am sure younger men lack.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

Kai flanked my other side, his hand sliding up my thigh, thumb brushing my soaked folds. Jake's jaw dropped, but he nodded fast, like he didn't want to miss whatever freak show we were about to put on. "Yeah, uh, pool sounds good." We pushed past him, me leading the way down the stairs completely nude. My tits bounced all over the place while my ass jiggled with every step. Alex and Kai followed close, their cocks bobbing free and drawing stares from the crowd crammed in the living room. Girls whispered, guys whistled, but no one stopped us. Hell, a few even followed, their phones already out like we were the main event.

I don’t even have the bravery to check them one by one, so I just stare at them with the same expression I’ve had for the past few minutes. “Look at my big bros. They’re more than thirty years old, so how are they expected to ignore temptation for so long?” She plops down on the bed. “Of course, we do things. Discreetly. To quench the thirst. Even though I’m stuck here this summer, I still need to get laid.” Now I’m curious. Turns out this bunch isn't who I thought they would be. “How?” Dedan instantly smiles, leaning forward to me, her voice falling into a whisper. “You see, there’s this masquerade sex club that only operates on Fridays. That’s where I buy my orgasm while also reserving my

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”