Lotus Valley
Copyright© 2025 by Dylan Dekker
Chapter 5
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
Alex rarely puts on the right clothes in the morning. After his shower, he had thrown on shorts, giving little thought to the cold air of Maine. Only when he finished eating did he notice the goosebumps crawling up his legs. As Charlotte does dishes, he returns to the room to change.
He sits on the edge of the bed. His mind is always endlessly racing, always a jumble of thoughts that struggle to connect to each other, like speeding trains crossing each other’s tracks and barely missing each other. But today, more than ever, he struggles to piece it all together. There are all these clues that he just can’t lock together. Everything connects, and yet, what’s in the middle? He feels like it’s staring at him, like his reflection is right now, daring him to shake something loose. As a man who loves mysteries, this is hardly new for him. But today, it feels sharper. Almost like it’s personal. This isn’t just any mystery; it’s his mystery. One he alone is his privy too, and more than that, one that was a birthday gift from his future wife. Nothing would mean more than solving this for her. With her.
He takes a deep breath and thinks back to the documentary. There was a man whose name he’d forgotten. A balding man who had been close to Minerva. One of the few men she trusted. Towards the end, he said he knew exactly what happened to Lily and Minerva, but would never tell anyone. A secret he would take to his grave. Of course, after they watched, Alex had immediately Googled him to see if he’d ever come forward. Nope. People had even reached out to his children, who knew nothing. Could he have been telling the truth? Could there have once been someone with the answer, now dead for years? Just another thread in the curtain between him and the past.
He pulls a pair of jeans from his bag and tosses them on the bed. The sheets are a mess. Charlotte usually makes her bed in the morning, so the blanket being half off the bed makes him think about the unpredictability of last night. How she’d walked in. How she seemed to know what she wanted. How she told him with a look. How he understood. Somehow, he understood. And more than that, her eyes made a feeling boil inside him. His mind had been exploding, and then she looked at him, and told him what she wanted. And somehow, all his racing thoughts stopped, replaced with one drive: a desire to focus on her, to make sure she enjoyed herself. It was a selflessness and a mental silence he isn’t accustomed to. Of course, he wants to make her happy. But to feel a compulsion to give her everything? To center every action on her pleasure? Something in her demeanor brought that out in him.
He lays on the bed and lowers his shorts. She was direct. Explicit. She didn’t say anything to him, but she walked and acted with a certainty he hasn’t seen in her before. Like outside, against the wall. A new Charlotte, or maybe the same Charlotte with a newfound force in her blood. Whatever it is, it’s sexy and exciting.
His shorts slip over his ankles. He can’t ignore what’s coming up inside his boxers as he thinks of her. The glow she had when she knew she wanted him. The way her warm skin pressed against his cheeks. The unrestrained gasps of pleasure that came without her worrying about him, thinking first and foremost of herself. His hand slides over himself. It elicits a gasp. Then it goes under the fabric.
His hand is cold. It takes a minute for it to warm up. Once it does, it wraps around and begins to slowly, rhythmically move up and down. Alex doesn’t know what he intends. Will he finish himself off now, or is this just a moment of distraction? He doesn’t think much. His mind is quiet again. But he feels himself speeding up. Still smooth motions, but now with need building. He can’t stop himself even if he wants to. Her sultry smile. Her legs shaking. Her hands in his hair. Close. So close.
“She wouldn’t like that.”
A strange voice jolts him into a sitting position. Is someone in the room? Watching him? He looks around. His mind is playing tricks on him. He shakes off the panic, but then wonders if his guilt is speaking to him. Maybe he heard something because, yeah, she probably wouldn’t like it. It’s not the first time he’s jerked off, but here they are on vacation, and she just yesterday told him he needs to be more attentive. The voice, whether he imagined it or not, is right. He puts his hands at his sides on the bed and takes deep breaths, waiting for his body to back down from the edge of orgasm. Deep, slow breaths, clenched muscles, until he can comfortably move again.
He puts on his jeans and returns to the kitchen to find Charlotte scrubbing a bowl. “Hey love,” she says.
Alex looks to ensure that the other two are gone. “Last night was fun.”
Charlotte blushes and laughs quietly. “Sure was.”
He walks closer to her. Her back is against the counter. “Want to do it again?”
She grins and looks back and forth. Slowly, she puts the bowl down. “Like, have sex here in the kitchen?” Her stomach knots again. Does he mean that? It feels weird. Another one of those things that doesn’t seem right. This isn’t where sex happens. But then, after sex outside, it doesn’t feel quite so outrageous. She pulls him in for a kiss. Not quite the smooth, soft kiss she usually gives him. Lustful, luxurious, but still loving. Since his body is on the edge, even the slightest kiss makes him tremble.
“If that’s what you want,” he says, grabbing her hips and helping her to sit on the counter. “It’s not the first thing I was thinking of. But I liked giving you what you want.”
She sighs into his lips as he lifts her onto the counter. “It was a little weird.”
“Why?”
She pulls away and watches his face. “I mean, I liked it. God knows I liked it.”
“All of Maine knows you liked it.”
She slaps his shoulder gently. “I just mean, I’m not used to, you know, receiving so much. I like to give. It makes me a little nervous. I just want to be sure you’re having a good time.”
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