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Click hereI hear his quiet voice. "Fuck, Greg, fuck." Now I really struggle to stay on my feet. I don't even hear him come, only his heavy breathing as he catches his breath. The sensation of him suddenly pulling out of me is worse than it going in. He pushes me roughly up against the wall before removing and tossing his used condom in the toilet and zipping us his trousers. He watches as I unsteadily fasten myself back up. He then leaves me, and I stand there stunned looking at the open door. I quickly close and lock it and sit shakily on the toilet. I'm pretty sure getting ass fucked wasn't listed on the night out itinerary. Fuck, I start shivering all over. I just had sex with Ben.
I eventually force myself to stand. I should go home. I'm still shaking a little as I open the door. I stagger over to a sink and splash water on my face. I can't feel if it's hot or cold. I look in the mirror and realise my eyes are dilated. Somebody has slipped something into one of my drinks. I look at my hands, they are still shaking.
As I make my way through the crowd some random girl attaches to me. I'm not sure why but I cling on to her too. I think I might be in shock. I feel tears fall freely while my head lies on her shoulder, luckily, she is too drunk to notice. "Come with me." I feel myself getting separated from her as Ben grips my upper arm. "Where are your friends?" I shrug. I think I remember the word 'taxi.'
I wake and sit bolt upright. Pain hits me like a motherfucker. I'm confused and disorientated as I look around. Where am I? I glower at the sleeping figure beside me. Where are 'we.' It doesn't look like a hotel. Is this a friend's house. Grey walls, black curtains and bed linen. I look at the electric guitars on the wall. Other than our clothes the place is tidy.
I glare at him. It still feels like he's inside me. I tense my ass and it hurts worse than death. I glance down and my eyes widen in horror as I see red marks and bruising all across my chest and abdomen. When did he do this? I lift the sheet. I'm naked. I blink. The time between leaving the club and me waking is missing. I realise I need to pee but the pain when I try to move almost causes a fatality. Fuck, I feel like he's broke me. I grab my pillow and whack him on the head with it. No woman has ever left me in such a fragile state.
Wow this is really good. Needs work, for sure.... but you have a diamond in the rough my friend.
Just a terrible story. I particularly did not like the rape scene. Just don’t need that kind of thing. Started out good but went downhill from there. Please no more!
Personally, I like the twisted and sick nature of dark romance where you have one character taking the other by force or forcing them into having a relationship but ultimately their feeling of mutual love prevails in the end. I hope you will continue with your story and the characters will come to term with their attraction. The only thing I don't like about your story is the end where one of the character is not feeling pleasure at all, despite being force because the other character Ben loves him so he should make sure his partner feels good too. This ties to the second problem I also didn't like how short and less descriptive of the noncon sex at the end because it felt like you rushed it. The truth is I feel cheated I have to read to page three getting through all the other texts so that I can get to the erotic part only to have that scene felt flat. The girlfriend and friends should only be mention in passing and the main focus should be the noncon sex scenes between the MCs since this is an erotica so that scene alone should take at least a page and and half with very detail descriptions. What I get is a dry non stimulating anal sex with some oral and an off scene or fade to black. Perhaps, you will do much better next time and happy writi