Androsexual Meaning Novels & Stories

“You just need to stop confusing it for worth.” When I left, the wind outside felt sharper. But I liked it. Because for once, I wasn’t numb. I wasn’t aroused. I wasn’t anything performative. I was just... real. Whatever that meant. Back at home, I sat in front of the mirror. Staring at my reflection like I was seeing it for the first time. I ran my fingers down my arms. Across my chest. My stomach. Not sexually. Just… curiously. Is this mine?

That was for sure. Yes, I liked to keep things private but that didn't mean I couldn't tell what kind of person Andrade was. Andrade was dominant, extroverted and into men. And I never judged him for his preferences because even I wasn't aware of my sexuality. Until my chest tightened whenever I was around Andrade, and I had thought it was social anxiety until my penis throbbed to the groans of guys Andrade was busy fucking. I knew then that I wasn't straight.

’ She thought to herself as she readied herself for the explaining she needs to do. An AroAce is an identity, it means that when a person is an AroAce, they are not experiencing any romantic nor sexual attraction towards the other people. No, there is nothing wrong with their minds or their pheromones, and also no, they are not traumatized or anything. That is just how they feel and they express it that way. As an AroAce, our attraction was mostly in the intellectual attraction or aesthetic attraction. Of course, other types of attractions exist however, those two mentioned were the most encountered and based upon. The relationship of an AroAce has with the others, especially with close ones

I don't know what to do with myself in the following silence. “It’s perfectly okay. I have a collection of erotic movies and literature myself. With both men and women”. He says with a small smile. I follow the napkin he lifts to dap his mouth with. I can’t tear my eyes away while those long fingers move it over his lips. The movement only serves it purpose, but I have never seen anything this inviting. Those soft looking lips are almost caressed with the napkin and I imagine it is my tongue sliding over his skin. “I see myself as pansexual, a person who is free. I fall in love with the person, not the sex”. He says softly.

“I’m more than aware that you are a lesbian and will never like me. But still, I like being your boyfriend. You don’t yell at me about not calling and we don’t have to do anything sexual.” “You don’t like sexual things?” Raquel asked. “Like at all?” I shook my head. “Makes me kind of uncomfortable, honestly. I mean kissing is fine, but anything like touching or sex…I guess I just never got into it.” “So you’re…” “Asexual, yeah.” Raquel chuckled. “A closeted lesbian and an asexual. What a duo we are.” I laughed. “Yeah, we are. But I’ll play along as long as you want, but you have to do something for me in return.”