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.

A group discussion of men in Dahlia's past

the scent of my thoughts

Scattered thoughts worth spreading.

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?

A glimpse into the most critical year in the life of a petite girl who discovers herself like never before.

"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.

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 dance of faith and intellect" In the enchanting narrative, "when world's converge: A dance of faith and intellect", we are transported to a realm where the paths of Sahlah and Sugar intertwine, giving rise to a mesmerising tale of divergent beliefs and compelling connections. Sahlah, an embodiment of devotion, cradles her faith as a precious jewel nestled in the depth of her heart. Guided by its luminous glow, she yearns to transverse a righteous path, forever seeking the pleasure of her Lord. Her spirits remains resolute, dedicated to upholding the principles that anchor her existence. Amidst the ebb and flow of Sahlah's devout journey, Fate orchestrates a fateful encounter with Sugar- a man of remarkable intellect, proudly identifying as an atheist. Words flow effortlessly from his lips, like an ethereal symphony that captures the attention of all who bear witness. His profound insights and commanding presence bewitch Sahlah, stirring dormant emotions within her. As their lives intertwine, She becomes entangled in the enigmatic web of Sugar's allure. In his presence, she begins to question the boundaries of her faith, forsaking sacred traditions she once held dear. A tempest of emotions range within her, threatening to drown her in a pool of desire. Will she find her footing amidst this tumultuous storm, reclaiming her spiritual compass before committing the gravest of sins. Or will she dare to embark on a daring mission to sway Sugar- an unwavering sceptic whose mind has always stood steadfast against Religious convictions?

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

erotic poetry

Chocolate was never just a man. And Caramel was never just a woman. From the moment they met, something ancient and unexplainable bound them together-an energy that pulsed between their bodies as if they were never meant to exist apart. Their connection was intoxicating, obsessive... almost psychic. What one felt, the other understood without words. What one desired, the other fulfilled without hesitation.But beneath the surface of their passion lived something far more dangerous. Chocolate appeared to be the dominant force-controlled, disciplined, unshaken. Caramel, soft and yielding, seemed to bend effortlessly to his will. But appearances lie. Beneath her sweetness, Caramel is the true architect of control... and beneath his strength, Chocolate carries a spirit far more fragile than he lets the world see. When betrayal fractures their bond, the illusion shatters. A single tragic moment tears them apart-and in the chaos, something unnatural occurs. Their energies shift. Their roles reverse. Their spirits... no longer sit where they once belonged. Now trapped in the consequences of their own imbalance, Caramel is forced to face the very desires she once mastered, spiraling into the depths of her own unchecked vices. And Chocolate-the man who once led-must confront his own weakness and fight for the one thing he never truly controlled: her. To find their way back to each other, they must first find themselves. But some connections are too consuming to survive. And some loves... were never meant to remain whole.

A nanotale illustrating the influence of writing on crude brains...

𝑨 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒘. 𝑨 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕. 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒄: 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒕, 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒓- 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘

A relationship brought together by intellectual attraction rather than simply physical. This talks about not only the intellectual connection, but the one even deeper than that, that words don't even exist to describe. Where no words are even needed to be said to be understood.