Non Consensual Erotica Novels & Stories

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

We've been married for eight years now, with two kids, and he trusts that I wouldn't cheat on him. Only if he knew. Only if he knew the kind of dark, filthy thoughts and fantasies I've been having about Matthew. Only if he knew that when we're having sex, I imagine that Matthew is the one drilling his big black cock into me. I know, I should be ashamed of myself. But being ashamed isn't enough. I've never had a black cock inside of me before, and I never really cared. But ever since Mathew moved in next door? God, I've been craving one. His, specifically.

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

“Tell me.” Hayden sighed, “I feel like I am tainting you by saying this…” I blinked at him as he took a deep breath and continued, “Sometimes, I enjoy doing a role-play of consensual non-consent. It takes a lot of trust and a safe word, gesture to even try it, but seeing the element of fear and anticipation on my partner is arousing. Given they are into it, of course.” His cheeks had a light blush when he finished, waiting for me to react. I tilted my head at him and asked, “You were making it sound as if you had a weird fetish. But…” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I like the sound of it.”

What the hell was that? I reached up and pulled off the red lace mask, tossing it aside. The fiery wig followed. I ran my hands through my damp natural black hair and headed straight to the bathroom to wash up. Even as warm water splashed over my face and body, my mind kept replaying the scene — the thick, veined cock, the fire emojis, the low laugh, and then that sharp voice yelling about zoom classes. I hoped he wasn’t a minor. But there was no way. The Sensual app had strict age verification. That was one relief, at least.

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

Upon wanting to believe him do I move to see something else that was labeled as CNC or Consent Non Consent. Curious, I moved to further read what it truly meant. The example being one if they kidnapped a person against they’re better judgement, and I couldn’t help but snort as I roll carefully my eyes. Typical. A part of me now curious to see how this would fit into the sexual fantasy area as I move to check on maybe.

“For six months. Let me play with you and your body.” “What do you want in return?” I asked, crossing my arms and trying to be brave and make a fair deal with the devil. “I know you’re not nice enough to just give me a million dollars just for being an ambassador or… or rough sex.” He chuckled. It was dark and delicious. “Sweetheart, call it what it is. Consensual non-consent. Rape fantasy.” I shivered. “I will be your fake boyfriend and pretend to be your doting and loving partner in public. But behind the closed doors, you’ll be my good little slut.”