Romans & histoires Non Consensual Stories

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac

Hello Forbidden Love Stories Readers and Fans. I like to know what kind of story or tales would you like in this book next. I was thinking to go back to our starting days of the FLS sensual short stories of 1-3 chapters. If you agree, Like this chapter and leave comments and your opinions. I have many amazing full of lust and love short stories ready to go live for you guys. These are all my personal favorite premium short stories which I have been saving for days and it is time this gold comes to light to meet the readers.

“It wasn’t coercion. It wasn’t abuse. It was… us. All five of us. We wanted it. She didn’t force anyone. We asked. We kept coming back. The sessions started as revision, then… they changed. We all agreed. Every time. Green means go. Red means stop. We used safe words. Phones off. No one was hurt. No one was tricked.” He looked up for the first time. Eyes wet, but steady. “She never promised grades. Never threatened us. We just… wanted her. And she wanted us. It was consensual. All of it. The locked doors, the blinds, the smells yeah, that was us. Sweaty. Messy. Real. But no one was a victim.” Silence stretched for a few seconds. DSP Bello wrote one word in her notebook, then closed it. “Why

I stared at the message for a long time before replying. Me: Sore. Jake: Good. You took us like a champ. We’re still talking about how tight you were. Another message came in from Tyler. Tyler: Send us a picture of your used holes. We want to see what we did to you. I hesitated… then I did it. I spread my legs, took a photo of my swollen, cum-leaking pussy and ass, and sent it to the group chat they had clearly made without me. The replies came fast.

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

’ 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.

“Nice and deep so we can see everything.” My hands brace on the floor. I lift up and slide back down. The wet sounds are loud and obscene. Pleasure sparks through me with every movement. The girls surround me, hands everywhere. Someone pinches my nipples. Another slaps my ass lightly. Riley reaches between my legs and rubs my clit while I keep riding. “Such a good little whore already,” Madison says. “Moving to a new town just to become our fucktoy.” The dirty talk sinks into my skin and makes me ride harder. Shame and heat twist together until I cannot separate them. I know this is bullying. I know it is non-consensual. Yet my body chases every touch, every word, every thrust of the fake co

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.

Those words hit him where he had vowed to never let in anyone. His heart. ___________________________________ Do remember guys, the story contains Dubious consent which I already mentioned before, it could come in many forms. Manipulation, taking advantage, or using coercion ways, you could get the consent but it would be dubious. So please refrain yourself from reading further if this concerns you. I tried writing a soft chapter as I noticed the story had been too dark from the start. Till the next adios

She could barely believe what he was saying. “That’s… that’s insane,” she breathed. “You want me to be your personal whore for research?” “I want authenticity,” he corrected, stepping closer. “Your writing is good, but it can be legendary. I’m offering you the chance to live every fantasy you put on paper. Sign, and your financial ruin disappears tonight. Refuse, and you can go back to wherever you came from." Ara’s hands trembled as she took the contract. She read it carefully. The terms were exactly as he described, precise, and unbiased. One month. Total submission to his control during that period. All debts cleared. The allowance was more than good.