Abrosexual Flag Novels & Stories

Owen said, gesturing behind him, “and inside the handbook placed beside each of you.” I picked mine up, the cover sleek and black, APHROXIS stamped in red. As Owen spoke, the rules flashed on the screen. ***** APHROXIS GAME SHOW: PLAYER HANDBOOK He explained each section slowly, clearly, like a man enjoying his power. Participation rules. —Mandatory couples. —Binding contracts. —Self-elimination strictly prohibited. —A $200,000 fine for anyone who tries to leave. A ripple of shock ran through the room.

I was headed back to London and he back to the state of Washington where he was overseeing an engineering project. If romp implies sex, we didn’t romp. We had attraction—off-the-chart sparks—enough to ignite a forest fire with a side of some teenage making out—without the teenage clumsiness—but that was all. You could say that the lack of sex is another element to the drought I mentioned. Seriously, if things don’t look up, my vagina may dry up and blow away.

⚠️ Author’s Note – Mature Content Warning ⚠️ Hey, lovely readers! Just a quick heads-up — this chapter contains explicit sexual scenes that are intense and may not be suitable for all audiences. Please read with caution if you're sensitive to dark, mature themes. Also, I’ll be honest — I'm still learning how to write erotic scenes, so this might not be perfect, but I poured my effort into it and truly hope it delivers the heat and emotion you're craving. 🖤

Abby frowned because such a question was really strange for her. "You heard me right. Who knows, you really like the same sex, so you do not want to be touched by any men. Do not worry, I will not judge your sexual preference." The brown-haired man asked, then began to fold both hands in front of his chest, as a sign that he began to be defensive.

"You lost the title of am alpha when you rejected me for whom I am." I walked out without any words. Tensions filled the air. Each step I took just makes me feel more proud of myself than I have ever been. Standing up for my sexuality and my right was the one thing I was dearly proud of.

“ Girl, please. You drool when you see that man, and he’s no better. It’s like your entire body perks up at the sight of him. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is. Remember the time she pretended to be mad with him and ditched their date night to go out with us instead?” “ yeah, yeah, how can I forget. The moment Marcello spoke, she shivered. She actually shivered.” Val adds. “ I saw that. The sexual tension was crazy. It was like if we didn’t give them privacy, they would rip off each other’s clothes and go at it like animals.” “ you guys are seriously exaggerating. That didn’t happen and I was truly mad at him.”

We run in sync. Not much longer we are stepping out of the trees. A beautiful cabin style two story home sits there. Flower beds all around it. A wrap around porch, and a balcony up on the second floor. Cas suddenly shifts back leaving me standing there naked.

Lips wrap around my left nipple while my right boob is squeezed causing me to let out a little gasp with a smile lining my face. Suddenly Felix pushes a finger into me causing me to gasp as he pumps it in out out slowly. "Faster" I whispered a little breathless causing him to chuckle and instead of going faster he put in another finger while I move to give Ezra more access. "Felix" I moan out a little trying to lift my hips but he pins them back down. "Uh-uh" He tells me before putting in a third finger and spreading my legs wider. "Markus look" Felix's voice rang out causing a blush to spread across my face in embarrassment while I try to close my legs.

It won’t be good for your cause if you put that thing across my tender buttocks. ‘Greg is into BDSM. Is he S or is he M? Either way, it will piss him off no end if we leave his utensils in a state of disarray, used and smeared with blood and flesh of a victim.’ ‘There are limits, Abe. Public disgrace and the sack are preferable to annoying Greg by taking a flagellation within his hallowed sex-hall. That whip thingy is off limits. Forget it!’

"We've got a problem—Vincent's emitting some kind of sex pheromone that's wreaking havoc. Notice how every unmated female's practically swooning? They can't take their eyes off him up there on the stage." Brock had been oblivious, but now his gaze sharpened on the throngs of women swooning and casting lustful glances at Vincent. Swiveling towards me, he leaned in and whispered with a low growl, "You and I have not marked one another. Does this affect you as well?"