Consensual Non Consentual Novels & Stories

Consensual sex He will rip her pussy apart mercilessly if she willingly posed those fucking picture and offered him in silver platter to have her which was only his right. "What do you mean you can't tell?? Aren't you a doctor??" his thundering voice echoed through the room making her jump as his predatory gaze set on her, giving shudder to her spine. "Sir, consensual sex is hard to define if it isn't violent but in forced sex internal tissue was damaged and inner walls are bruised which is not the case with mam. I think you should t….." her words died in her throat half way as her body fell back on the floor with a loud thud with her wide-open eyes and a bullet hole between her brows.

I miss the Linda who would let me tie her up, who would beg me to spank her, who would do filthy, degrading things just to please me. So, I've resorted to more drastic measures. I've been secretly reading erotic stories online, watching kinky videos, trying to spark some inspiration. And that's when I stumbled upon the idea of consensual non-consent. The thought of Linda fighting me, struggling against my advances, only to give in and beg for more... it made my cock twitch with anticipation.

“What if you didn’t consent and didn’t stop me but weren’t sleeping?” I blink. “What about you? What if you were awake but didn’t consent and didn't stop me?” “I don’t need to consent if I don’t stop you. It is you after all.” I grin. “Exactly. It is you.” He rests against his table. “I have no words to really explain this.” He points between himself and me. “What do you mean?” “Not consenting can be considered rape and not to mention, It goes against every law and ethic there is.”

"She would not. She needs permission. It would infringe on your rights." "No." Conrad shook his head violently. Water flew from his hair. "No, she can do it. She can see. She knows. She probably already knows." "Conrad, you're not making sense." "I am." He gripped the edge of the sink. His knuckles went white. "I'm making perfect sense. You just don't understand. Because you are big and dumb. Consent does not matter when… Consent does not matter when you are cornered." I leaned against the bathroom wall and crossed my arms. This was bad. Worse than I'd realized. Conrad wasn't just high. He was having some kind of breakdown.

She laughs slightly. “Yeah, scream it while you're pushing yourself back against my cock, moaning in pleasure. Hell, even the CCTV will prove it wasn’t,” I tease, pulling her closer. I feel fine now, calm and refined. “Technically, it is. Just saying, you know. Kind of like manipulation, forced, not giving freedom to choose. You know consent, right? Consent is where someone agrees freely without any coercion or impact on their decision. I have no choice; I have to choose one of you.” She laughs again, and I stare at her. Shit!

’ He watched me get fucked by a stranger this evening, yet that question had my face heating up. ‘I don’t know..’ When we had this conversation last time and he told me his sexual interests and fantasies… it didn’t end well. ‘Just well tell me one…’ I quickly searched my brain, trying to think of one… and then I remembered. A deep, dark one that I kept buried in my brain, not wanting to admit it. ‘Well… I just wanna say before I tell you, I want to make it clear I’m not into rape or anything but... Consensual non-consent… it's kinda hot’. I heard him chuckle. ‘What?’ I worried for a second.

"I guess you do get it, then. It was just supposed to be like a hook-up but with role-playing." "Role-playing?" "Do you know about consensual non-consent?" She asked, looking uncomfortably around the room at anywhere but me. "Non-consent, like rape?" "No, it was consensual. Very consensual." She moved her fingers over the claiming mark and let out a shaking breath, almost as if she was lost in the past. "I had. It wasn't something I had done before; it was something that I had always wanted to try." I nodded, waiting for her to continue.