Asexual Novels & Stories

Dailey wasn't sure whether he was trying to be ironic. "I didn't think that would be your type," the girl commented, looking down with her nose wrinkled. Dailey got the distinct impression she was jealous. "You know I don't have a type," Drake scoffed. "I'm basically asexual." Dailey was glad he used the word 'basically.' Maybe she could be the exception. Not that it mattered if they didn't have sex. Not everything had to be about sex. "Hmmm, this situation looks pretty sexual," the other guy pointed out.

Most age regressor have a dom, or a care giver, depends on what kind of relation they prefer, that dom or care giver acts like the parental character, take care of the little one, make them feel loved and safe, a feeling they are missing. Sadly to say, she never had any care giver, those were tricky to find, most people are into the sexual bits of them, I, I mean she was more of an asexual person, she doesn’t hate sex really, but she need to have some emotional relation with someone first before even thinking about sex, or having it with anyone.

Kieran said, his voice dropping like he was about to spill some juicy gossip. “It says there might be two reasons for it. One, he doesn’t like physical touch, so he’s possibly asexual. And the other…” He looked around, lowering his voice to a whisper. “That he’s gay, he doesn’t like women at all and he has a secret lover… who happens to be a man.” I blinked.

, Dae asked. " No, I think I like girls. Girls are more cute, right ? Oh..sorry. Maybe you find boys more cute. But Dae, I have never had a crush on anyone till now. Why ? Am I asexual ? ", Phet asked more to himself. " Really ?", Dae asked in disbelief. " Yeah, It's true. I am not lying. I have seen beautiful boys like you and pretty girls. I like to look at them. But I don't feel any particular feelings. Between you are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen, though."

She wasn't even entirely sure what she was waiting for. Ruth had considered the possibility of being asexual. She didn't crave sex with the intensity some of her friends did, but she cherished physical touch and the intimacy of being cared for. She loved kissing, being held, and, on rare occasions, receiving oral pleasure. The thrill of someone's hands exploring her body excited her. Yet, the thought of intercourse itself remained strangely... detached.

Amelia said, trying to talk sense into me. "Take advantage? Why will I? You know as much as I do that I am asexual. I don't want anything to do with any she-wolf out there; none appeals to me sexually," I said. I was asexual; I have been for as long as I could remember. I just never felt any form of pull towards any gender romantically, but looking at Maya now, I can admit I wasn't so sure anymore. "I wonder why you want to marry her in the first place?" Amelia argued back.

he added as an afterthought. "Brian, there's no dream man or woman as you call it. The very thought of it is disgusting. Unlike you, little bro," heavy emphasis on the little, "some of us are asexual. We do not have a thing for a specific gender, which you would know if you were not just a horny teen chasing after skirts, or in this case, trousers" I said with enough sass to make Queen Elizabeth proud. Brian was torn between laughter and tears, so he opted for both. I had to drag him from the edge of the ledge in order for him not to bowl over the ledge while laughing.

Placed my both palm to lean against the hard wall and silently enjoyed the rhythm of pouring waters. I hated to see myself so weak and unrestrained. My hand was still aching for her skin. Her exasperating breathing had enticed an unknown fire inside me. I was quite assure on the fact that I would have continued my massage if she didn't deny it directly. Looking down at my pant, my expression deadpanned stupifiedly. Fuck! When did I become hard? What about my asexuality? Because of my cold demeanour and reluctantance towards sexual life, my personal doctor had already declared as an asexual. It wasn't any illness but a simple lac

I’d want him. “Without the anxiety,” I admitted hoarsely, “I’d want that. A lot.” “Good. Then that’s settled.” “What is?” “That you want me.” His grin spread slow, dangerous. His hands skimmed up my thighs, deliberate. “I just had to clear up the basics. Asexuality, compulsory patterns, curiosity—whatever it is, it’s not lack of desire.” I blinked at him. “No one’s ever put it like that before. Not my exes. Not even my therapist.”

He got so hot that he felt like the soaked T-shirt he was wearing was suddenly starting to evaporate. Being asexual didn't mean one didn't feel arousal. It just meant you didn't feel it towards anyone in particular. Rafał felt arousal watching erotic scenes and even when someone told really fucking jokes. Sometimes he got turned on by a situation, like now, and even felt the need for fulfillment, he just didn't feel the need for fulfillment with someone specific or just someone. That's why he didn't feel arousal from Damian himself right now, because after all, it was impossible...