Non Consensual Stories Novels & Stories

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

I felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely under his control in the middle of the room where millions of dollars were negotiated every day. "Open for me," he commanded. I didn't hesitate. I pulled my legs back, hooking my heels over the edge of the table, exposing myself to the harsh fluorescent lights above. Vincent stepped into the space I’d created, his body a wall of heat. He didn't use finesse. He didn't use a condom. He guided himself to the entrance of my heat and pushed in with a slow, agonizing force that made me cry out, the sound bouncing off the glass walls.

Scene Notice – Taboo Group Erotica This scene features explicit sexual content between Bianca and her three stepbrothers—Damian, Victor, and Julian. It contains themes of forbidden attraction, seduction, and multiple partners (MMMF). Bianca has always flirted at the edge of what’s acceptable, teasing the boundaries of step-sibling propriety. But tonight, the game changes. Tonight, the teasing ends. Tonight, they give her exactly what she's been asking for. All characters are consenting adults, and the story is intended for mature readers (18+) who enjoy taboo, emotionally charged, and provocative erotica. If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter

My shoulders shook with silent sobs as everything crashed over me again — the discovery, the lie, the way I had opened up to him about my OnlyFans only for him to already know. I cried there on the floor of my apartment, feeling exposed, hurt, and utterly lost. What was I supposed to do now? A soft knock suddenly echoed through the apartment. “Scarlett?” Viktor’s voice came from the other side, gentle but urgent. “Please open the door. I just want to talk. Tell me what’s going on.” “Go away!” I yelled, my voice cracking. He didn’t leave. He stayed there, knocking softly every few minutes, begging me to open up, to let him explain. His voice grew hoarse as the hours passed, but I stayed curle

She won’t get pregnant just by a kiss! I knew it from the very start but I was scared. I was ready to give her needs and the baby but her last words are giving me goosebumps. I don’t know how to face her, I f*cking denied the child and that was the biggest mistake I’ve ever done to my life. (STARTS OF FLASHBACK) “Hi, can I see the footage?” I ask the guy who’s sitting in front of the computers. It’s been weeks since we broke up, and it’s been weeks since I haven’t heard any news about her. She have been in my mind.

For a mature audience only! This book contains explicit content with violence, murder, torture, psycological abuse, depression, suicide attempt, rape, noncunsensual and forced sex. This is a fictional story and my opinion is that any form of nonconsensual and forced sex is considered rape, unless it has been consented in advance. I don’t believe it is right for any man or woman to abuse another person, like Alessio does, in a relationship or outside one.

He locked himself in his room and only spoke to people when it was necessary. He became an alcoholic and a womanizer, and his parents had to ban him from bringing over girls to his room because they were many and different. He used condoms, and he didn’t care where he threw them. At one point, one of their house helps had gotten into his room to clean and shock on her. The room was a mess. She resigned from work that day. *** Antonella dropped off her friend Tasha at her apartment and received an invitation from Tasha to come in.

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.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

I say. He rolls off the bed to rifle through his duffel and reappears quickly, tossing condoms onto the bedside table and ripping a foil open with his teeth. “Don’t read anything into it,” he commands, probably seeing the question on my face of why so many condoms. “It’s just something I’ve always done. Over-prepared and all that.” I grin. “I’m a fan of being prepared.”