Asexual Novelas e Histórias

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...

It’s under the asexual spectrum, a rather broad term, covering everything from those who seek no sexual touch ever to people who engage in casual sex sometimes and those who may not express sensual feelings until a deeper relationship is established first. The more I read, the more the label seems to fit me. The article last night talked of primary versus secondary sexual attraction. Apparently, primary attraction happens at first sight. You can look at a person, even a stranger on the street, and feel attracted to them. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt that before. Aesthetically, I may look at someone and admire their beauty. But I admire them with the same feelin

And yet Roth Dimitri has no idea that his best friend has wet dreams about him, Tristan thought to himself as Roth continued to speak, “That girl is into you, mark my words.” Tristan shook his head in denial, cackling, “Oh Roth, you have only met women like that in your life. All of them are not only after sex. I doubt Eleanor even thinks about sex at all, let alone having it with me.” Roth snickered, “Tristan, as the sex doctor, let me tell you one thing, everyone, even people who claim to be asexual or least active sexually think about sex - some more than others, but everyone does.” Roth looked at Tristan with a piercing look that made it impossible for Tri

“But Audrey, I think... I think maybe there is something wrong with me. I think I might be asexual. And I know it shouldn’t feel like a bad thing, but sometimes... I don’t know. I feel like something is missing, or like I’m... I don’t know, broken somehow.” My heart twisted, and I held her a little tighter. “Tina, there’s absolutely nothing broken about you. A lot of people feel that way—” “I know, I know, and I try to tell myself that,” she interrupted. “But when you’ve got someone looking at you and expecting something you just... you just don’t want... it’s hard not to feel like a total fraud.”

"Why?" "None of them were ever good enough to make me cum more than once and most not at all," she sighed and slouched lazily down the chair, "and then it got worse over the years until I turned asexual. It's not like my requirement is high, I'm not even that great but I had the issue of finding that guy who would excite me. I tried everything, even BDSM and every other part, but none worked. And here I am years later, not even sure what I am."

Ice said, shaking her head at the man in front of her. "But isn’t it true?" Ice sighed and nodded slowly. "So, what made you think you were asexual before?" "I don’t know, I just felt that way. I’ve never fallen in love, been passionate, or felt anything about either gender. Nothing ever interested me. Combined with my job handling all that, I felt nothing appealing about it. That’s why I thought I was asexual. There’s no childhood trauma or anything, just that." Jacob shrugged. "But everything changed after I met you."

the driver persisted. "Haha, today was the second time someone asked me if Otávio is gay. The thing is, the person I'm in love with doesn't enjoy sex with anyone, neither with men nor with women. They don't engage in relationships with anyone, not as friends, nor as partners," Clara explained to the driver. "Oh, wow. Priests should be like that, right? Not feeling desire for anyone." "Well, I believe that many priests are like that. They don't feel desire, they are asexual, and that might be the reason why they choose the cassock," Jânio said.

I looked up and froze at the bulge straining his pants. He cupped himself hard, giving it a squeeze with a grin on his face, "What are you waiting for? A cheerleading squad? Take it out." A weird ripple of excitement moved through me at his command. My body betrayed me. This was so unlike me. I wasn't like this. I've never fancied another man. Why now? Why- It suddenly crashed into me, the realisation and I pieced everything together. My dick wasn't so obedient-- had never been that at some point, I considered myself asexual.

"They can't be around me all the time; I need my space too." "Don't they know you like geeky girls?" "They sure do, there's nothing wrong with it. Besides, you evoke sensations in me that I've never experienced before," he whispered with laughter. "And you?" "I... I'm asexual," I muttered more to myself. "Really?" "I'm not interested in anyone; I don't like anyone... or so I think," I sighed, shrugging. "Do I have a chance to win you over?" he suddenly blurted out, causing me to choke on the long sip of beer I had decided to take at that inopportune moment.