Asexual Novels & Stories

he whispered into my ears. “Good,” I answered in an awfully low voice. He hummed with relief and said, “So am I.” “Does that mean you liked it?” I slightly slanted my head to the side and looked at him. He furrowed his brows and met my gaze with confusion. “Which man in his right mind wouldn’t like sex? Unless they are asexual of course.” “Doesn’t it depend on the one you’re having it with?” I licked my lips. “I’m inexperienced and I didn’t even do anything—”

“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.”

Megan said angrily, drinking from her glass. "Axton is Asexual" Kent said and Megan almost choked after hearing what Kent said. "He's what?" She asked. "He's asexual. He doesn't feel any attraction towards women and sex isn't a thing that freaks him. When he said you should seduce him, he didn't clearly mean you should seduce him into having sex with you" Kent said, while Megan stayed quiet. "All he's trying to say is, you should seduce him into being a normal human again".

So, I bent my body, and she managed to kiss my cheek. At home, I got a call from my friend, Jonathan Greene. Jonathan was my roommate when I was in college dorms. Previously, he studied in the psychology department, but he moved to the art department in the second year. He wanted to be a sculptor. Jonathan and I have been friends since my freshman year of college. And sometimes, people think I'm bisexual because I'm so close to Jonathan. I also chose Jonathan as my assistant in my company. Why? Because he is my closest friend, he knows me well, we have been friends for many years, I trust him. Since my textile company was founded, he often gives me business advice. Another thing that is uniq

Reluctantly, she left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I stood there, still naked, checking out the view from my New York City penthouse. I grabbed a glass of strong whiskey, taking sips and hoping it would help me figure out my problem. While I drank, I thought about being asexual. Not being able to feel turned on or have an orgasm wasn't just a personal thing anymore; it was turning into a real issue. I felt the weight of what people expected from me, especially since I was supposed to keep our family line going.

The two of them shook hands as an agreement. "But I also have a request." The young man said those words while his hand still holding her hand warmly. He stared at her and forming a smile on his face seductively. Arissa frowned and raised her eyebrows confusedly. "What is it?" "You can't fall in love with me ..." She sneered out and a mocking smile curved on her face shortly. "No worries. I'm an asexual after all…. ”

I ask. "He's asexual, you know most peoples want some things at night. He's been in and out of few relations" he says and I nod, why am I interested all of the sudden, another little in our life with Ella still being new in this family but who knows.

Until I felt it. Azael doesn't take his hands off my belly. He is excited. I remember when I found out, four months ago. It was unintentional, so I was scared. Azael has always hated children, babies, and cute things, least, of course, me, so I didn't know how he was going to react. A couple of years ago he made it very clear to me that he did not want to know anything related to children or marriage. It was one of our big fights, but as always we ended up going back to each other and putting the issue on hold.

I freeze and realize what I just said, so I give him an apologetic look and I offer him a fry, "Idiot." "Yes, but I’m not homophobic, I swear to god," I push the fry closer to him, but he slaps it off. I laugh and try again until he snatches it out of my hand and eats it, "Anyway. I'm really sure I could get any girl I want." "I'm sure you could not," Tyler scoffs, "I'm telling you, Anastasia wouldn't even care if you whipped your dick out. She might not be gay, but she is definitely some form of asexual. She’s never even looked at me like she’s interested.”

He asks with concern as I couldn’t stop panting and I need to catch my breath. “Err… say, Gene…” Deep breaths, deep breaths, I keep repeating this like a mantra. “What you’ve said five years ago: Am I really asexual?”