Eviehere
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Content Warning, after an introductory question, there is a quote that may be considered to be non-con, proceed accordingly.
I have a story to submit and am wondering about category placement. The female protagonist is making a request, so strictly speaking when the male protagonist complies he is just doing as requested. But as I sample stories in different genre... Non-con seems to fit better than any other. Both experience and opinions are desired.
“Do you love me?” I asked.
“Of course I do,” he said, “you know that.”
“Well, this might be hard for you. But if you love me this is what you have to do. I'm not asking you to do this. I am telling you that if you love me you will do this... for me... to me.”
“What?” he said. He was somewhat stunned, and I paused to compose myself.
“What I need for you to do… right now and every day… or maybe every other day… for the next… Hell… I don't really fucking know… I'll tell you later… I mean... I'll tell you when to stop… What I need you to do, right now, is slap me hard, shove me to the floor... pull my clothes off roughly, pinch and twist my nipples… I mean, you really need to hurt me... but don't hit my belly.
“Slap my breasts, shove me down… you must be hard and uncaring… use your knee to force my legs apart and shove yourself into me… totally and completely without regard for my feelings. I don't want kindness… you must understand that I cannot have kindness… I cannot have sweetness in any form. Slap me… be brutal.”
“What I need is to have you very roughly taking me. Shoving yourself hard and uncaringly into me, getting yourself off ejaculating deeply into me and hopefully knocking me up… And I’m specifically saying that you don’t have to stand up for the aftermath if you don’t want to… When I say 'done' you can just leave, and never see me again... if you want… and you’d probably be wise to...”
“What, Evie, what do you mean?” he said.
“Come on,” I said, “it doesn't take a genius to figure this one out.”
He was confused.
“This is what I need,” I said, “what I really need. And I would prefer it to be from you…”
“Because?” he said.
“Oh,” I said, “I really don't think you actually want to know the answer to that question. I just want to know one thing, are you willing? Or do I need to look elsewhere for what I so desperately need right now?”
Evie
I have a story to submit and am wondering about category placement. The female protagonist is making a request, so strictly speaking when the male protagonist complies he is just doing as requested. But as I sample stories in different genre... Non-con seems to fit better than any other. Both experience and opinions are desired.
“Do you love me?” I asked.
“Of course I do,” he said, “you know that.”
“Well, this might be hard for you. But if you love me this is what you have to do. I'm not asking you to do this. I am telling you that if you love me you will do this... for me... to me.”
“What?” he said. He was somewhat stunned, and I paused to compose myself.
“What I need for you to do… right now and every day… or maybe every other day… for the next… Hell… I don't really fucking know… I'll tell you later… I mean... I'll tell you when to stop… What I need you to do, right now, is slap me hard, shove me to the floor... pull my clothes off roughly, pinch and twist my nipples… I mean, you really need to hurt me... but don't hit my belly.
“Slap my breasts, shove me down… you must be hard and uncaring… use your knee to force my legs apart and shove yourself into me… totally and completely without regard for my feelings. I don't want kindness… you must understand that I cannot have kindness… I cannot have sweetness in any form. Slap me… be brutal.”
“What I need is to have you very roughly taking me. Shoving yourself hard and uncaringly into me, getting yourself off ejaculating deeply into me and hopefully knocking me up… And I’m specifically saying that you don’t have to stand up for the aftermath if you don’t want to… When I say 'done' you can just leave, and never see me again... if you want… and you’d probably be wise to...”
“What, Evie, what do you mean?” he said.
“Come on,” I said, “it doesn't take a genius to figure this one out.”
He was confused.
“This is what I need,” I said, “what I really need. And I would prefer it to be from you…”
“Because?” he said.
“Oh,” I said, “I really don't think you actually want to know the answer to that question. I just want to know one thing, are you willing? Or do I need to look elsewhere for what I so desperately need right now?”
Evie