Lotus Valley
Copyright© 2025 by Dylan Dekker
Chapter 8
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Lotus Valley, once the site of an experimental matriarchal commune, hides secrets of forbidden desires and power. When four college friends arrive for a birthday getaway, they awaken spectral echoes of wild, gender-reversed parties—where women rule and men submit. The group gradually succumbs to the hidden energies of female empowerment, and find unspoken urges inside them awakening. A romantic and sultry tale of femdom and male obedience.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Mind Control Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Historical Horror Mystery Paranormal Ghost Magic Sharing BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Orgy Black Female Oral Sex Pegging Safe Sex
Charlotte feels her head sink into the pillow. The weight melts. She feels woozy but comfortable. It’s awkward momentarily. It’s a rare moment when she isn’t thinking of someone else. Her eyes close and her sense of place, even of reality, vanishes.
Alex’s lips touch her thigh softly, just above the knee. Her skin tingles. She laughs. She’s not sure why. But Alex loves it. He doesn’t spend much time here, and he isn’t certain about his ability, but he finds it compelling to feel her heat. The cold air flows in through the slightly open balcony door. Journal pages flap in the wind, the ocean rolls, and Alex moves further. Gentle kisses on her legs. A little bite. Her whole body jolts, nudging him.
“Sorry! Sorry.”
“It’s OK.”
“Sorry, I just-”
“Lay back down, baby.”
A flood of thoughts overcomes her. She’s anxious being so passive and her legs are weird. And what if he doesn’t like it? She puts her hands on her head, closes her eyes and listens to the ocean.
Alex keeps going forward slowly. Every motion of hers is a sign of his machinations, his delivery of pleasure to his soon-to-be bride. Her breaths are short. Nervous, but anticipatory. Every other thought leaves his mind when he gets close enough to smell her. He feels as drunk as she is.
He licks where her legs meet her torso. Soft kisses closing in. Then, with his tongue flat, he slides it over her slit.
A shocked moan escapes her lips. Every inch of her feels suddenly alive, even though her consciousness is questionable. Her back arches and her right leg lifts, landing a heel on his upper back, holding him in place. The jolt of life flows through him, too. He feels trapped and free.
Her hand slides into his hair. She feels each curly strand between her fingers. His tongue makes circles around her clit. Her legs shake. He feels the tremble. Her moans get deeper and louder. He feels a rush in his gut, something akin to pride. Her muscles tighten, as does her hand.
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