Category: NonConsent

It had been over 20 years but a memory or was it a fantasy from my past keeps haunting me. It was “buried” for most of that time but over the past few months it became an obsession. The thoughts and images the fill my mind is fuzzy but are they real or a result of a vivid imagination? It […]

He begins to stroke between my legs, probing and exploring. I see victory in his smile as my body betrays me and begins to coat his fingers in my slick. He sucks his fingers before penetrating my core more deeply and dragging them across my lips so that the faintest taste of salt mingles with the scent of the surrounding […]

Soon, there were vibrations on her breasts, her neck, the small of her back, and zaps to her flesh with no apparent pattern or logic. Even the ball gag in her mouth managed a speedy drumming…

Don was suspicious of the changes he saw in his wife. She had gone back to work after their youngest had started high school.

“Jillian, would you please hurry up? We’re already late for the party.” “Honey, I’m almost ready. Now stop rushing me!” Of course, I should’ve known her response would have been something like that. After ten years of marriage, Jillian still behaved as if everyone else was on some level below her and somehow just almost worth her time

At breakfast, Jim Huff told his wife, Gail that his Lexus had suffered a serious front corner dent the day before while parked at a garage near his office. He had come home late the night before, and he hadn’t had a chance to talk to her. Jim asked Gail to take the car to a body shop and get […]

John had escaped. Five years in Wentworth High Security Prison for rape. He had another seven years to go but couldn’t take any more – he had to be free. Free to take a woman.

“My contact won’t meet with me if you are hanging around. I need to go on my own. You can wait nearby, but you can’t come with me!” Marcella said in slow, angry, measured words, as if talking to an imbecile….

There was even more of this, but I forget the details. I know that Jerad probed Marcia and me in the standard missionary position at least once, and there was one time when he invaded Marcia’s bottom as she was lying on top of me, kissing me passionately while teasing my sex with her fingers….

He didn’t even trouble to take a shower—probably because he didn’t have a change of clothes at hand. I don’t know why he was in such a hurry to leave, but he was…