How to categorize: Man; long build up; sex with love of life; realizes it's rape

[MarlowBunny]

How should I categorize a story like the following: After long build up with multiple missed opportunities at happiness, a man has sex with the love of his life. This occurs when she finally tracks him down after years apart. She calls to say she loved him. She says he was an idiot for not loving her back. He's travels across the globe on the spur of the moment to be reunited. He bursts into her room with joy that there is one more chance and he won't miss it. He proceeds to ravish her the way he has been wanting for years. She pushes him away mid act, and he realizes there has been a serious misunderstanding. She doesn't love him anymore, and he's just raped her two weeks before her scheduled wedding to another man. I haven't decided whether he kills himself out of remorse or not.

Non-consent is the obvious category, but except for the twist at the end, its a heart warming romance and unrequited love story. I made is super sweat so that the bitter end would be that much harsher. The rape is just one paragraph at the end of a long narrative. He's in love, but she's in terror.

I'm in a very dark mood. I won't submit the story until my own frame of mind changes enough for me to be more objective. Maybe then I'll change the ending to be a happy reunion and avoid the angst I feel about category selection.

Writing a single paragraph rape scene has turned my own stomach and makes me feel irrationally angry. I want to submit because the writing evokes such strong emotions in me that it feels like a significant work. On the other hand, I can imagine many people being upset by the story for the same reason it upsets me. This is not one of those stories where she secretly likes it and all is forgiven in the end.

What should I do?

 

[sr71plt]

Horror? (just kidding)

 

[MarlowBunny]

Horror? (just kidding)

I actually agree somewhat. The story makes the conclusion very plausible, and that's part of what upsets me. It horrifies me. I am angry about the rape itself. I am upset about the circumstance. I am devastated that a man who believes he is finally consummating a love affair could be so mistaken. The though that the lost love could turn so tragic for both "victims" just tears at my own sensitivities. I almost can't believe I wrote the story. It has affected me more than I could have expected.

The power of the emotion may be my own delusion. Maybe it only affects me this way.

 

[elfin_odalisque]

How should I categorize a story like the following: After long build up with multiple missed opportunities at happiness, a man has sex with the love of his life. This occurs when she finally tracks him down after years apart. She calls to say she loved him. She says he was an idiot for not loving her back. He's travels across the globe on the spur of the moment to be reunited. He bursts into her room with joy that there is one more chance and he won't miss it. He proceeds to ravish her the way he has been wanting for years. She pushes him away mid act, and he realizes there has been a serious misunderstanding. She doesn't love him anymore, and he's just raped her two weeks before her scheduled wedding to another man. I haven't decided whether he kills himself out of remorse or not.

Non-consent is the obvious category, but except for the twist at the end, its a heart warming romance and unrequited love story. I made is super sweat so that the bitter end would be that much harsher. The rape is just one paragraph at the end of a long narrative. He's in love, but she's in terror.

I'm in a very dark mood. I won't submit the story until my own frame of mind changes enough for me to be more objective. Maybe then I'll change the ending to be a happy reunion and avoid the angst I feel about category selection.

Writing a single paragraph rape scene has turned my own stomach and makes me feel irrationally angry. I want to submit because the writing evokes such strong emotions in me that it feels like a significant work. On the other hand, I can imagine many people being upset by the story for the same reason it upsets me. This is not one of those stories where she secretly likes it and all is forgiven in the end.

What should I do?

Marlow, I see your problem but you describe something very different from my idea of rape. THe guy believes in consummation of a long-lost affair and she wants the intimacy. Nothing you say suggests to me that the guy wouldn't stop penetration if she cried mid-act.

She tracks him down, he behaves as a normal guy and she pulls out in coitus interruptus.

Does he comply? What does he think? Does she call the cops?

If he loved her, as you say, he would desist.

Rape requires an aggression which your synopsis does not suggest. If you want the guy to go on after she calls halt then I think you have to rethink your story structure.

The emotion is intense but, as you describe it, you look at it from a single perspective. Perhaps there are reasons behind your feeligs that you can't express here.

 

[bronzeage]

How should I categorize a story like the following: After long build up with multiple missed opportunities at happiness, a man has sex with the love of his life. This occurs when she finally tracks him down after years apart. She calls to say she loved him. She says he was an idiot for not loving her back. He's travels across the globe on the spur of the moment to be reunited. He bursts into her room with joy that there is one more chance and he won't miss it. He proceeds to ravish her the way he has been wanting for years. She pushes him away mid act, and he realizes there has been a serious misunderstanding. She doesn't love him anymore, and he's just raped her two weeks before her scheduled wedding to another man. I haven't decided whether he kills himself out of remorse or not.

Non-consent is the obvious category, but except for the twist at the end, its a heart warming romance and unrequited love story. I made is super sweat so that the bitter end would be that much harsher. The rape is just one paragraph at the end of a long narrative. He's in love, but she's in terror.

I'm in a very dark mood. I won't submit the story until my own frame of mind changes enough for me to be more objective. Maybe then I'll change the ending to be a happy reunion and avoid the angst I feel about category selection.

Writing a single paragraph rape scene has turned my own stomach and makes me feel irrationally angry. I want to submit because the writing evokes such strong emotions in me that it feels like a significant work. On the other hand, I can imagine many people being upset by the story for the same reason it upsets me. This is not one of those stories where she secretly likes it and all is forgiven in the end.

What should I do?

Under current Lit non-consent precedence, "she secretly likes it" is the essential ingredient.

Our non-consent category is really the "lack of consent" or "tacit consent" category.

 

[Guest]

Not sure I follow

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[MarlowBunny]

I don't know how much of the following will make sense without the preceding 9000 words, but this is the conclusion that affected me so much. I hope it answers the several reasonable questions about plausibility and how the misunderstanding could occur. Margo is the narrator's ex-wife. Nancy is the ex-wife's little sister. Nancy teased the narrator mercilessly while he was married and couldn't respond. The narrator lived with Nancy platonically in extreme sexual tension both before and after his divorce. Milli is an incidental character who advanced the plot earlier in the story but isn't relevant to the following:

Excerpt:

The phone by my bed rang at an outrageous hour of the night. I leaned over What’s-her-name, my latest conquest, to smack the receiver off the hook. It fell on the floor and prompted several seconds of scrambling.

"Hello. Hello. Who's there?"

"It's me, Nancy. I'm sorry to call so late, but it took a long time to get your number, and I couldn't wait until tomorrow to call.

"Um, It's like 4:00 AM here. What do you want?"

"I'm sorry. You didn't say anything before you left. That lawyer wouldn't tell me anything. He was 'not at liberty to say' or something. I didn't know where to look for you."

I smiled to myself because her brief impression of the lawyer's voice was perfect. He sounded like Winston Churchill with a sore throat.

"Why did you look for me?"

"Because I was in love with you. Are you an idiot?"

"All you girls say you love me while you're fucking other guys. There was no way I could live in that house with you and your new boyfriend."

"I'm not Margo, and he wasn't really my boyfriend!"

"Fine. Look, I'm tired. Maybe we can talk some other time."

"Don't hang up! I want to come see you. Can I do that?"

"It's not a good idea. I'm busy."

"Who is it?" What’s-her-name asked while rubbing her eyes.

"It's just my ex-wife's little sister. Go back to sleep."

All I heard was a click as the phone went dead.

-----

I couldn't stop thinking about Nancy. After I sent What’s-her-name on her way, I started the remarkably short process of trying to forget her name. I called Mom and Dad again, but nobody answered. I kept saying to myself, "She was in love with me. I'm an idiot."

On the spur of the moment, I booked an airline ticket to Rochester. It still took almost 24 hours to get there, but my rental car pulled into Mom and Dad's driveway by noon on Sunday. I wasn't surprised that nobody was home because church usually lasted until 1:00 PM or later. I just waited - not very patiently - in the car.

They didn't get home until closer to 3:00. I was dozing from my jet lag and didn't hear them arrive until Milli banged on the car window.

"Can I help you?" she demanded with a tone that made help sound unlikely.

"Where's Mom and Dad? Where's Nancy?"

"Not you again!" Milli rolled her eyes.

I was struck by how much Milli resembled Nancy and Margo. Milli was just then about the same age as Nancy when Nancy moved into my cottage. All kinds of images rolled across my mind as if my life was passing at high speed. I had to struggle to get out of the car with all the turmoil I felt.

"Why didn't you go in? She's been in there all this time. Dad couldn't make her go to church."

My stomach fell. I'd been in the driveway for hours, and I could have been with her. I ran to the front door and didn't pause to knock. I just barged in. Dad looked startled and pointed up the stairs. I flew up, but I couldn't remember which bedroom was Nancy's. All of the doors were closed.

"Nancy! I am an idiot. Nancy! Where are you?"

One of the doors cracked open. I surged over to it.

"Nancy! Forgive me! I love you."

The door opened all the way. My love glared at me with tears dripping from red eyes down puffy checks. She was a mess. I stepped forward and embraced her. We backed into her room and hugged. Then I kissed her on the lips. It was our first shared passion. She was wearing those same awful flannel pajamas. I started to unbutton the shirt. She glanced at the open door, and I kicked it shut. When I opened the shirt, her lovely breasts were just as I remembered. I slid the pants down her legs and was surprised to find panties. Whatever, I pulled them down too.

Nancy looked frightened. She held her arms out straight as if to fend me away, but I forced my way inside her reach and kissed her again. I hugged her close so that I could feel her breasts squeeze against me. Then I pushed her onto her back across her childhood bed. My dick was released within moments and inside her in a blink. I rutted and grunted with enthusiasm that I hadn't felt for any woman in years. She was so tight, and I wanted her so much.

Nancy pushed against me, and there was a horrified look on her face. I paused with my cock still buried in her.

"What is it?" I was suddenly worried.

Nancy's tears flowed freely. She wouldn't look at me.

"What is it?"

"You better go."

"Why? I love you."

"I'm getting married in two weeks."

"What? I love you."

"Go. Go now! Please."

I pulled out, and my penis was red with the remains of her maidenhead. Her trial deposition testified that she was a virgin before I attacked her. She was saving herself for her marriage bed. I sit here writing this from my jail cell. I can never forgive myself for raping her. I never wanted to hurt her. I wish I could die.

 

[Guest]

ok?

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[Stella_Omega]

I pulled out, and my penis was red with the remains of her maidenhead. Her trial deposition testified that she was a virgin before I attacked her. She was saving herself for her marriage bed. I sit here writing this from my jail cell. I can never forgive myself for raping her. I never wanted to hurt her. I wish I could die.

SHE'S A VIRGIN.

Oooookay.

Dude. DUUUDE. How old is she, after these "many years apart?"

 

[MarlowBunny]

Late follow-up:

The story that so affected me and prompted this thread was edited to remove the "rape" and create a fully consensual scene. I just could not make myself happy with the original story arch.

The story is http://www.literotica.com/s/irresistible-little-sister-in-law and is currently one of my most viewed and highest rated. I chose the "Romance" category for the revised story.

Thanks for the feedback. If you get a chance, read the story, and tell me if it "makes sense." I'm sure I wasn't effective explaining my inner demons in this thread.