Refusing Compulsory Sexuality Novels & Stories

It laid out everything, from my required dress code, to my right to ask him to stop before any sexual acts, and my right to refuse him, which was limited to five times a month. “Geez, how considerate. How many times did that man want to have sex that I’d be allowed to refuse him five times a month?” I whispered incredulously. While my head found this contract completely offensive, my body disagreed. It wholeheartedly objected to me telling him to go to hell. A surge of anticipation leaked into my bloodstream. It didn’t make sense, since I would never see him again. After I ran out of his office, there would be no job for me there. I didn’t want it. I didn’t want him.

Lila complained. The headphone lady turned back to her computer for a moment, before calling out,” Sex repulsed asexuality.” “For once, it’s not because of that. It’s like… walking in on your parents alright. Like, they act old enough to be my parent’s age… IF I HAD PARENTS! Like, it’s fine if they want to have sex. I’d buy them a mattress and their own sets of sheets and towels to wash separately, but like… THE PARENT’S THING!” Lila ranted, gesticulating wildly with arms and looking up at the ceiling.

And yet I keep going. “And, well,” I jab at the air, desperate to keep moving, “two cis guys? No risk of pregnancy. Barely anyone has kids, socially, anyway. And we’re not boxed in by the usual…relationship rules. So really, statistically speaking, it’s easier to justify sex when it’s just us. Less regulation, fewer reasons to say no. Compare that to a straight couple and, well… you get more boundaries. Women, statistically, are… more sensible. Less likely to just… go full chaos.” Cole’s eyebrow lifts. “Statistically, huh?”

I was quite certain no one would make any decision without speaking to their spouse, probably in private, but they were all considering they might have a form of sex with their child and none of it would be illegal, as long as it was consensual. Nor had Master ordered us to have sex with our parents. He was leaving it up to us. We could bow out without consequence, but if we did, he expected us to perform well under pain of punishment. Lisa and I looked at each other. I imagined whatever we chose to do, we'd choose it together, either none or both of us having sex with our parents if they wished to.

“ I know that our contract says that you cannot make sexual advances towards me, but there’s nothing about me making some to you….” “Are you drunk?” “No, I’m horny and I have just realized that this entire arrangement means that I will not be having sex for five years. I’ve been slut-shamed and sexually repressed by my mother for years and I finally have a chance to explore my sexuality and here I am in a potentially sexless marriage. I mean we can’t be sleeping with other people to keep up with this facade right?” Anna says to him. Henry looks at her. “I’m not pressurizing you or anything…like consent is sexy and stuff…”

Father was the one who insisted that I seek professional help. He said he wouldn't condemn any man to a loveless, sexless marriage. Apparently, he could condemn me, but he drew the line at his future son-in-law. With the help of the therapist, I'd learned to embrace my sexuality, to think of myself as worthy of enjoying intimacy as well as sexual intercourse. He even encouraged me to masturbate. I was nearly certain that my mother would say my fingers would fall off or some other terrible consequence of such offensive behavior if she knew. I wasn't sure what my father would say, but it wasn't a conversation I intended to have.

There was nothing I could do. Her and Mike didn’t see eye to eye on anything, and I knew they wouldn’t be able to agree on terms for her to come home. The Free Use Act of 2031 had been passed earlier that year, making it perfectly legal for a man in Mike’s position to accept Sasha’s sexual submission as payment for room and board. Mike was a big proponent of the act, while Sasha fought hard so that it didn’t pass. Once it was all said and done, our house became a battleground of ideologies and Sasha decided she’d rather leave than let her stepfather use her body in that way.

Not only will we be committing such a shameful act in secret, but we will also be sinning against the Almighty. Embracing your sexuality or controlling your sexual desires are those two options I had but I had to go for the latter because to me it is the best. It can be challenging sometimes having feelings that society shun, but with discipline, determination, and trust in God, everything will be a passing phase as long as you pass the bloom of youth. Although you may not have complete control over your desires, you do have control over your actions. You can choose not to act on wrong desires.

"And you are also a hypocrite." "Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows. "Yes, I have always wanted to hop on that dick back in high school but y'all always beefing. Leaving me to follow the stupid "Chicks before dicks" rule." I rolled my eyes. "So how was it?" I can't even describe how good it was, flashes of last came rushing back in. "Mind-blowing which makes me feel so guilty." "Girl please, you shouldn't, it's a fucking open marriage. What you should do, is hop on that dick again when you get the chance, this open marriage is not forever." I should have figured that is what she's going to say.

Everything. But when she was fifteen, sex didn't make sense. So she refused before all hell broke over. Lorraine was never strong but stubborn and selfish but she was damn right in it.