Sapiosexual Stories

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.

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.

Scattered thoughts worth spreading.

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

the scent of my thoughts

A short poem

Mental pleasure by wurdz

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.

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.

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.

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

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."

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