Consensual Non Consentual Novels & Stories

“I’m asking consent here, Delfina but it’s a one time ask, and this is a one-time deal. We fuck now, in this car and from here on out, it never happens again. I’m not looking for a child bride. I simply want to fuck, and you want to test a theory. Consent?” “Yes. Fuck me.” She was going to straight to hell in a handbasket and the devil himself was carrying it.

I say, letting my fingers trace down his chest, "I need to know you're sure. That I'm not crossing a line. I won't push you into something you're not ready for." He lets out a breath of a laugh, his eyes flickering around the room like we're stuck in a fever dream. "Pretty sure we passed that line ten minutes ago." I narrow my eyes, not letting him deflect. "You know what I mean. Consent matters. Especially after what we went through. If we're rewriting that night, we have to do it the right way." His expression sobers, but he doesn't look away. "I know. And I'm telling you—I'm good."

Maya was surprised he paid attention to that part, to be honest, she had struggled to answer that particular question and hoped she didn't come off as 'weird' but it seemed her luck had run out. She gulped nervously as he leaned even closer, their knees were now touching, "I-I…I just meant that-" He gave her an encouraging look, and his large palm settled on her knees, "Go on, Maya." She bit her lip and swore his eyes darkened a shade and he leaned, even more, closer, completely invading her personal space. But for once, Maya didn't mind. "There's a difference between non-consent and coaxing what our innermost desire wants."

“I need to know, please. I tried to rationalize, but I can’t. It’s not rational for me to think about you, but my brain just keeps doing it. Is that okay?” “Alright sweetheart, are you asking for my consent or are you asking me on an intellectual level?” “I don’t know. Both?” I pressed my lips together, as the heat in my abdomen started welling up. “Yes, it’s okay. Consensually and intellectually. Your fantasies don’t have to be rational. They don’t even have to be something you want to happen in real life.” “They don’t?”

The setup felt deliberately non-threatening, giving me space while they explained. "First principle," Alex began. "Consent. Real, enthusiastic, informed consent. Did Marcus ever ask your permission before touching you, before sex, before anything?" "No. He said I was his girlfriend, so consent was implied." "Bullshit," Nick said flatly. "Consent is never implied. It's given, explicitly, for specific acts. And it can be withdrawn at any time for any reason." "In a BDSM relationship," Alex continued, "we negotiate everything beforehand. What you're comfortable with, what you want to try, what's absolutely off-limits. We discuss safewords—words you can use to slow down or stop everything immedi

NADINE. “Fuck me, Xander,” I told him, my eyes boring deep into his. “No. This is not…” He shook his head. “It’s not rape if they don’t smell you on me or if there were no cum down my thighs..” “Nadine… No.” “I want you to. I’m giving you consent.” His eyes dilated as his jaw tightened. He was controlling himself. “Let us both out of the misery of missing each other,” I added.

"It doesn't matter what you did. It doesn't matter what your profession is. None of that makes you any less of a victim, Rory." I watched her expression change. The tension in her face eased, and some of the barriers she'd built around herself began to crack. "Even if you agreed to be with him, and then his friends showed up, and you changed your mind afterward, you're still a victim. The moment you said no, that should've been the end of it." Emotions filled my chest as I continued. "No means no. It doesn't matter who you are or how many people you've been with. You could've slept with a thousand men, and it still wouldn't matter. If you don't want one specific person, he doesn't get to for

I asked playfully. "Oh, you should know," he replied. "You like being a bad girl, don't you?" Yes, yes, I f*cking did. God, let me be a bad girl. My mind reeled from his words, but no matter how much I wanted him to f*ck me like the horny woman I was, I worried about the outcome. "James," I gasped as his lips brushed against my own once more. "I–" "Tell me you want me to stop," he whispered. "I will stop if you want me to. No matter the play we have, I will never force myself on you unless consensual non-consensual play is something you're into."

She first allowed him to review the case file, then inquired, "Is everything written there correct?" The man nodded. Iris fell into deep thought. During a night out drinking with a friend, the friend had introduced him to a woman. He had sex with the woman that night, but the next day, the woman accused him of rape. According to the man, however, they were merely role-playing – it was consensual non-consent.

I roll my eyes and watch, the guy is alive, with a bust lip and swollen eye, but alive. “Say it again!” D speaks and pummels him in the stomach. “No means no.” The guy chokes. “Okay, and what is consent?” D hits him again, he grunts leaning forward, and Marc grips his hair pulling his head back. “A woman not saying no.” The guy cries and D frowns hitting the man again. “NO! Consent is her agreeing of sound mind, not drunk, not coerced, and not forced.” D hits him again and as bad as it is, it’s actually really fucking sweet.