Non Consensual Stories Novels & Stories

"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.

I had to sell my lie. Blake's brows arched, his lips pressing tight. “Can you take bigger?” I shrugged. “Maybe.” A mischievous glint passed through his eyes. In one quick move, he snatched the condoms from my hand. Picking one out, he tore it open effortlessly. “Get up,” he ordered, rolling the protection over his thick erection. “Show me how you can take it.” When I didn't move, he reached for me, grabbed my arm and pulled me up. His lips collided with mine before I could protest.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

If any of the following apply to you, do not proceed: – You have experienced sexual trauma or abuse and certain kinks may retraumatize you. – You are triggered by depictions of non-consent, violence, incest, or power-based abuse. – You are under the legal age of consent in your country. – You object to profanity, crude language, or extremely vulgar sexual descriptions. – You prefer “fade-to-black” or romantic, loving sex scenes. This collection is written for adults who actively seek out extreme, boundary-pushing erotica. It celebrates the full spectrum of human sexual fantasy without apology or censorship. If you choose to continue, enjoy the ride—but know exactly what you’re diving into: r

Sky's pov I fucked up, I know, bite me. The moment I disregarded the lockdown rule, I knew I fucked up. The suspension letter on my kitchen counter was a testament. Do i regret what we did? Yes, would i do it again? Hmmm. I could still feel him inside of me even if it has been hours. His hands grabbing my hips, pulling my hair and taking me from behind. It fell life a fantasy.

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.

It can be a butt plug, a dildo, a vibrator, anything of my choosing. 3 - I may not stop writing to touch myself, nor may I orgasm. Again, this is not unusual as I must have permission to do either one of these. Since Master knows that I have a difficult time controlling myself when talking or thinking about the past, he has requested that the cam be on...and the videotaping. So it is.

I muttered, fixing my clothes. He laughed and pulled me close. “You were incredible today.” I shoved him away, still mad. “Don’t try to charm me.” “I mean it.” He replied, kissing me. We stumbled inside, collapsing on the bed. Reality crashed in. “This has to stop,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “What?” He propped up, looking at me. I sat up. “We landed the client, Cole. This is huge for Blackstone. But the firm’s rules— no relationships between non-married partners. It’s in the handbook.”

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

We'd rather be exposed on our own terms than controlled by someone else's threats. *This is what consent looks like. This is what agency looks like. This is what love looks like when it refuses to be ashamed.* *To James Whitmore: We're not backing down. Publish your photos. We'll publish the truth.* *To everyone else: Think carefully about whose privacy you're violating. Whose consent you're assuming. Whose story you're controlling.* *Because someday, someone might fight back.* I finished reading. Looked at him. Tears streaming. "It's perfect," I whispered.