Non-con Romance (rape Fantasy Romance) の小説・ストーリー

she stammered. I snorted and leaned away from her. Despite her own words, the smell of her arousal had grown stronger. Did women genuinely get turned on at a rape fantasy? This girl needs help because she’s getting turned on at the idea of me raping her. “I’m not big on rape fantasies, so if that is your kink, sorry to disappoint you. I’m not a rapist, and I don’t want to be, even if it’s just a role play. I suggest finding a new kink you would like me to indulge. Till then… follow me. I’ll take you back to the main room.” I said, turning to head back.

"And that you fantasize about being fucked by a stranger." The champagne buzzes in my blood. His mouth is warm against my ear. His body is hot against mine. And Jade – fucking Jade – told a stripper my deepest confession from two months ago when we were drunk on her balcony and I admitted that sometimes, when I touch myself, I don't think about Ryan. I think about faceless men doing filthy things to me. "She has a big mouth," I manage. "She also said the full experience includes a private room." His hand is on my thigh now – warm, bold, sliding beneath the hem of my dress. "If you want it."

The characters, settings, and scenarios are fictional and meant for escapism—not intended to reflect or encourage real-life behavior without consent or responsibility. This book may feature content that explores various sexual dynamics, fantasies, and preferences. All encounters are consensual in nature, even if they unfold in daring or unconventional contexts. However, if you're uncomfortable with mature themes or erotic storytelling, this book may not be for you. --- Legal & Copyright Notice

Just in time she was rescued, but he was not a white knight. A credible threat of death from a killer obliterates consent, so this series was nominated for NonConsent/Reluctance. The pain she embraces is balanced with pleasure. The use of bondage equipment suggests this story could be in BDSM. Perhaps a subsequent series might qualify as a Romance or Novel. ************ 1. Friday Night Patrol

My legs unsteady, It was painful and exciting at the same time. "You're so fucking tight Sloane, you're not that much of a slut I guess" he thrusted at each word trying to make me feel comfortable, his cock going down to my womb that i could feel it. The silence was thick, enough to hear only the sound of clapping skin against each other, enough to hear the heavy sound of my uneven breathing, enough to hear Conner's slow groans. Between the space of three minutes I was already enjoying the cock inside me.

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.

*A New Collection Synopsis:.When 19-year-old college freshman Riley comes home for the weekend and “accidentally” interrupts her father’s high-stakes poker night with his four filthy-rich, hung best friends, one drunken bet and a skimpy outfit later turns into a nonstop, no-holes-barred gangbang that leaves her dripping with their cum and begging for more.

Each thrust slammed into her wet walls. Another crew member stepped forward. He filled her mouth with his hard cock. She sucked him eagerly. The salty taste filled her tongue. He held her head and thrust into her throat. Hands roamed her body. Strong fingers squeezed her breasts. Someone slapped her ass hard. The sting mixed with pleasure. “Such a dirty little tease,” Ronan said. He pounded her pussy faster. The bench creaked under them. Wet sounds came from her soaked pussy with every thrust.

he growled, kicking my legs apart. I obeyed, water running down my back. His cock rubbed between my ass cheeks, thick and hot. “Ryan... condom?” I asked, voice shaking. “Raw. Like I promised.” He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and pushed the fat head against my hole. “Gonna breed this stepbrother ass.” He thrust in hard. The stretch burned like fire as he sank deep in one long stroke. I cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles.

Weirdo. This story will also contain some mild reluctance/non consent sex. The universe this story exists in is in my head. There are no STDs, no crazy people that want to machete you in the dick, none of the reasons it would be terrifying if this were a true story, which it isn't. Doing any of the things in this fictional story in real life could get you a very real STD, stabbed, raped, arrested, imprisoned, or worst of all, grounded. Please take this for what it is, yet another of my ridiculous fantasies spewed out onto "paper" for you gaggle of perverts. Is that the right word for a group of perverts? Ah, I've got it. A gangbang. A gangbang of perverts. Perfect. This is a delightfully dev