Sapiosexual Stories

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐃𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. At Ranchi University, her life moves in quiet rhythms-lectures, hostel corridors, and days that feel so familiar that they begin to resemble peace. She is content with that. Until one evening shifts something-softly, almost unnoticed. A wedding she was never meant to attend. Lights spill gold into the night. Music drifts through strangers who seem to belong. And in the middle of it-"Groom's side or bride's?" She turns. A familiar face. 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐤. The question rests lightly-as if it means nothing. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭. Of silences that start feeling like comfort. Of people who arrive slowly and stay in ways they never promised to. Because that's the thing about love. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭. A romance... Or a tragedy. And by the time you know, it's already too late.

The beauty of a man and his intellectuality. Describes the essence of his words and the way the speak to a young woman. They strike her interest and peak into her soul.

A short poem

Jamal was a wunderkind, the hero of his local community with big dreams, being the head prefect, he was the perfect example used by parents to admonish others in the community. Everything started to go south when he unknowingly got involved in a drug deal while trying to save his troublesome childhood friend. To save his friend and himself, he was forced to work undercover in the best school in the state by a powerful organization. He thrived well until he met a daring smart new student who opened door to other options, he was left in a dilemma of which to choose between his feelings and his community. Will he listen to his grey matter or red muscles. Find out in mud and blues.

"Okay so what do you like to eat?"she asked again I smiled. "Italian food." "What are you Italian?" she questioned. "No i'm French I just prefer Italian food, I'm not really keen on the whole snails shit" I Replied. "What?? No we cant talk, I Love Snails. They are literally bursting with flavour, If I could have a french background and get to eat snails lik every other day I would, no questions. Period." "No im more a Pasta And Pizza Girl. I like the P's" "But you dont like Penis'" Ky tried to keep a straight face but couldnt and laughed. "Only P I dont like, I like the other one though." I smirked. "Yeah and what one is that Princess?" She raised an Eyebrow Smirking. "Pussy." I laughed. "Yeah okay that one I can agree with" Are they a match made in heaven? Or a Nuclear Bomb waiting to explode? WARNING!!!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL SCENES BETWEEN PEOPLE OF THE SAME GENDER, MAY INCLUDE GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. READ ONLY IF COMFORTABLE WITH THESE THINGS.

A chance swipe. A wrong assumption. A first date that feels like destiny. They matched after New Year's, and within hours, she was revealing parts of herself no one had ever seen. The conversations flowed, electric and intoxicating, blurring the lines between curiosity and desire. He was charming, intelligent, and yet... a mystery. From misunderstood degrees to late-night walks, stolen kisses, and quiet confessions, their connection was intense, magnetic, and dangerously close to chaos. But the pattern emerged-push, pull, and the silence that followed. Could she trust him when the sparks between them burned so hot, yet disappeared just as quickly? Electric Silence is a story of desire, vulnerability, and the messy thrill of modern romance, where every text, call, and touch carries the weight of everything unspoken.

In an online encounter, Jamie discovers Sheila, a professional by day but a captivating enigma by night. Drawn to her intellect over her appearance, they become immersed in her thought-provoking posts. Delving deeper, they uncover a magnetic aura that transcends physical beauty, leading to a journey of self-discovery and unexpected revelations.

"E.A.R.L.I.N.E.: Poetry Inspired by Cardinal Rule" (by Joey Pinkney, with Earline Jones) is a companion piece to "Cardinal Rule: A Short Story" by Joey Pinkney, currently available for Amazon Kindle. The beauty of a woman has many facets. While most stop at the surface level, "E.A.R.L.I.N.E." digs deeper into what makes a woman beautiful, in particular a woman like Earline Jones. Brown-skinned, elegant and intelligent, Earline is fiercely confident and strengthened by her rocky past and bright future. This five poem collection features an introduction by Earline Jones. She also contributed two poems to this collection. (She is also the female lead in "Cardinal Rule: A Short Story," currently available for Amazon Kindle.

erotic poetry

[[[NOT FINISHED + FIRST EVER PUBLISHED STORY]]] ((!!! This is an fanfic of an inside joke!!!)) ((!!!18+!!!)

Mwiitu is a rising star in nursing research, known for her clinical precision and her unorthodox theories on trauma and community healing. Japhet is a philosophy lecturer brilliant, reclusive, and infamous for dismantling students' arguments with surgical calm. They meet at a faculty symposium where Mwiitu presents a paper on "Somatic Memory in Post-Colonial Communities." Japhet challenges her publicly, calling her thesis "emotionally compelling but intellectually fragile." The room goes silent. Mwiitu smiles, and replies: "Then let's test its spine."

A collection of short poems regarding the sexual thoughts and behaviors of sapiosexuals

Scattered thoughts worth spreading.

the scent of my thoughts

Horses are Anna's everything, but she's fourteen now. And she's been keeping a secret. Several of her classmates have come out about being of the LGBTQ+ community, and this secret is that she's not heterosexual, but sapiosexual. She's about to come out about it when Ezra, who has a secret he's been keeping to himself as well, needs to talk to her about his secret. What neither of them know is that both of their secrets will conflict with the other one's. Will they solve the issues that arise. Will their secrets stay secrets much longer?