Warning!
No, this is actually a warning about the content of this story, not just the title. This is a non-con story with an asexual character as the lead. It deals with rape and sexual trauma. I had some pretty mixed feelings about writing this, which I think the story itself shows. I felt it was important for me to write this cause I like non-con stories, I enjoy that kind of fantasy and am alright with that kind of porn. Writing should be a tool used to explore oneself and many a writer has used their stories to explore how they feel about specific topics. I find this sexual fantasy arousing, I wanted to look into that. That being said, these are serious topics that I do not mean to make light of. The acts described in this story are horrifying in reality, and a lot of people that are asexual are concerned about dating because they are concerned their partner wont respect their sexuality. This is a legit concern, it should be respected. If you found this story offensive, you know what, that's good, I may have indeed crossed a line with it. But, I still felt like I needed to write it, so, enjoy.
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"Well, what do you think?" she asked nervously from the living room just before the study.
"Still reading," he responded, eyes glued to the computer screen in said study.
"Right, right, right," she said dryly and sat down on the very big, comfy, blue couch.
She debated turning on the TV, knowing that it would prevent him from reading the rest of her story, but secretly wanting to all the same. She didn't have to wait long though, after just seven more minutes he made his declaration.
"Done! Read!" he said and then got up from the computer.
He turned off the machine, sensing that the discussion was going to be a long one. He walked slowly out of the study and into the living room. The woman looked up as he approached, very nervous to hear what he was about to say.
"Well, did you like it?" she asked.
"You, you weren't kidding. That was, that was a rape story."
"Non-con, the proper term is non-con."
"You say tomato and I say tomahto. The guy just forces himself on the woman while she's begging him to stop."
"Ya, it's a non-con, that's the point, they are supposed to be like that. I just sometimes feel like that's a sexy idea, I don't fully know why."
"Well, ya, it's described in a sexy way, like there is a lot of description and detail there, lots and lots of detail..."
"I told you it was a sex story, and there is a lot of non-con stories on the porn site I want to post it on so it's not that odd at all."
"Ya, I just figured, you know, cause you're asexual and you know, cause of what happened."
"You mean with Frank."
"Ya, with Frank."
"He, he did pressure me to do things I wasn't okay with and he often did just start kissing me out of nowhere, but we broke up before he could push me into something I really didn't want to do. But, I'm not saying what Frank did was alright by writing non-con porn. I'm just exploring a fantasy I have sometimes, and I think if people can understand that it's just that, a fantasy, I think it can be a healthy and even positive thing."
"I Just," he walked over to the couch and sat across from her and then went on.
"I guess I'm just surprised that you're asexual and all and you wrote up a story where a guy forces himself on someone against their will."
"Don't be an asexual elitist. Not cool."
"A what?"
"Someone that tries to undermine your sexual orientation by pointing out your sexual behaviours."
"Oh,"
"Besides, that's probably why I have rape fantasies sometimes. I'm not sexually attracted to anyone, I don't relate people to sex so I never want to have sex with anyone specifically, but when my sex drive kicks in and I need to, ummm, well, take care of myself in a very hands on way, I think about random people having sex. I don't want to fuck them, but I think about them fucking other random people, and it's just so random and out of nowhere. So, it kind of feels unwanted, and I guess my mind turning it into a rape fantasy just makes it more understandable for me."
"That's a lot of information. I really didn't need to know all of that."
"Well, it's more for the readers benefit anyways, not yours."
"Right, right."
"I'm just pointing out that I'm turned on by the idea of sex, but not people, and that I sometimes have rape fantasies, and I kind of want to explore that a bit, and I really enjoyed writing that rape story. I'm sure some people will enjoy reading it and some will think it's sexy."
"Okay, you're right, it's healthy to explore your fantasies, I just wasn't expecting to read a rape fantasy story written by my best friend today. I guess all I'm saying is the story should have like a warning at the start where you can point out this story shouldn't be taken seriously."
"I'm going to post it on a porn site. Nobody is going to take it seriously, but okay, I'll do a warning. But, you are avoiding the question at hand, did you like the story?"
"It's good, but besides the sex itself, it's under described. The characters don't even have names."
"They don't need names. I just want to explore the sex scene itself."
"They kind of do need names."
"Fine, I will give them names!" Wendy responded, putting her hands up in the air in defeat.
"And the characters are under described too. I have like no idea what either of them looks like," Jaxon pointed out.
"Of course they are under described! I just told you I don't find people that attractive and I'm just into the idea of the sex scene itself. So ya, of course I'm going to over describe the sex and under describe the characters. Like, I don't care what they look like. All I care about is the sex itself, people, people just aren't sexy."
"That's what you think, but other people, the people that will be reading the story do think people are sexy. You did point out that this is a porn site you're posting it on."
"Right, right," Wendy reluctantly agreed.
She pouted and shifted into the couch. She had very short black hair with simple glasses and a tiny silver nose ring along with plane earrings. She was on the shorter side and was very thin and enjoyed dressing a bit like a punk girl. Ripped jeans and a random top pulled out of the closet without a second thought rested on her body. Her right hand had a white rose tattoo on the back of it. Besides the rose she also had a tattoo of a dark green dragon that moved up from her right shoulder with its snake like tongue just touching the start of her neck. She had just recently turned twenty-three.
"See, it's not that hard," Jaxon said back as he smiled in a way that made it feel like he was gloating.
He also had short and simple black hair, but he was much taller then Wendy and in much better shape. He practically towered over her when they were standing side by side. He didn't have any tattoos, nor did he have piercings. His skin was smooth, unblemished by the world and he looked quite a bit younger then he actually was because of it. He was also twenty-three by the by. His pants were light brown khakis and his shirt was typical office wear. It wasn't a work day for him, but he took his job seriously so all of his clothing had become like this. To say the least there was a significant contrast between the two of them, but they had still been the best of friends since the start of high school.
"Got any other pointers?" Wendy asked.
"The setting, you got to describe the setting too. Got to flush it all out."
