Non Consensual Stories Novels & Stories

“Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?” He smiled. “Never read either of them. I want someone to please. With pain. With pleasure. Safely. Consensually. Not at your place. Not at mine. Neutral ground. A place called Fantasies.” I licked my lips. He made it sound tempting. I wasn’t that kind of woman. At least I didn't think I was. “That’s a very generous offer, but—”

Victor asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sent a surge of pure, electric strength directly into my bloodstream. "The truth," I answered. My fingers hit the keys. The words didn't come in a hesitant trickle; they poured out of me in a fierce, unyielding torrent. I didn't write a defensive, panicked rebuttal. I wrote a manifesto. This morning, a publication chose to print a fabricated narrative regarding the private, consensual practices of a community they do not understand, I began, my keystrokes sharp and rhythmic in the quiet room. They utilized the language of abuse to describe the architecture of surrender. They confused coercion with consent. It is a common, lazy mistake made

What am I doing? I have been jerking off to images of my son's girlfriend. This has got to stop. It's so wrong in every way.

he reminds me, but I roll my eyes "I didn't. Every non-consensual thing I do it's a fantasy, it's not real," I groan, annoyed, "The door was unlocked, she wasn't tied. You know the shit I like, Zion. She liked it too, she played into it. I've told you this. And when she wasn't into it anymore, she beat me up and ran away, free like a bird."

Chapter Comments Visitor awful the motor literally said unconsenual and he accuses her of it being consensual Visitor what an ass. his brother told him it was probably not consensual

I could see she was freaking out but had we stopped when she said No, she wouldn’t have realised just what it would be like being forced. It is a game I would never play, it is her basically saying she gives consent to be raped. Consensual non-consensual is a very big thing, a lot of women do it now. They scream, kick and shout just as if they would if they were being raped, the only difference is they have the safe word, so while saying No wouldn’t work their safe word would work and get it stopped. “Speak to me, Alena.” I pull her to me her eyes soaked, and I hate we did this to her, but at the same time had we not, we couldn’t tell her no to making her fantasy forced and if she pushed we

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

Where's the wrong in two consenting adults exploring their sexuality together? "The gun," I said. "The cigarette burns. The—" *All negotiated. All consensual. All part of a dynamic that worked for both of you. Yes, it was intense. Yes, it had elements that vanilla society would consider taboo. But it wasn't abuse, and it wasn't wrong.* I sank back into my chair, my head spinning. Because he was right—the memories didn't show Celeste afraid or coerced. They showed her engaged, aroused, often asking for more.

I blurted and almost stormed there but Alex held my hand. “You can't do that.” “Why not?” I asked him. “Look at her, Alex. She's all bruised and he's trying to force himself on her.” “Yes, but that's okay.” “Are you crazy???” “Look, she'll act not interested and he fucks her anyway. It’s called consensual non-consent.” Oh. “So that's a thing here?” “They're big on it here:” I was getting really uncomfortable watching her groan, moan but not trying to stop him. It's strangely hot, almost primal too.

“Guys. Please. I want to get home too. I just can’t do an all nighter.” “Yes, Alpha.” --- Trigger Warning: This story is rated 18+. It contains descriptions of acts such as non-consensual sex, abuse, suicide, and other heavy negative emotional activity which some readers may find triggering. Please keep that in mind when moving forward with reading this story. Thank you! <3