Demisexual Stories

Dissociate with me, lover. I do not crave another. I have an undying lust For you, who has earned my trust __ Let us build a nest Where our souls can rest; Listening to the sounds Of our voices in unison, Is hypnotic. I am reeling, Spinning, Weaving Worlds; Quixotic. Despite the fact That our lives are apart By oceans Land or Time. I yearn to make you mine ___ Make a home with me, A polyamorous polygon For three, maybe fo...

The grease from the car and the rude, unflattering, fluorescent lights of the garage completely painted Hazel in a very unflattering light, in her dingy gray tank, with a plaid thong peeking out of the tops of low-cut jeans that were all tattered at her bare feet that stood on the concrete ground of the garage as she stood clinking along under the hood of the car. Her long braids were loosely tied back with a yellow banda...

Thu, May 26th, 2022: “Hi, Wes. Mark is not there.” “What? Where is he?” “He’s taking a day off.” “Really? He didn’t tell me.” “Well… he called in this morning.” Seriously?! “Right… Thanks.” . Is he ditching me? That’s seriously childish. I was the one with fingers up my ass. What’s he on about? I picked up my phone and called him. “Are you avoiding me?” I said instead of a greeting. “Look at Mister Self-centered. But, no,...