Lotus Valley
Copyright© 2025 by Dylan Dekker
Chapter 16
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 16 - 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
In the heat of the fire, Alex’s skin gently tingles as Charlotte’s hand runs down his cheek, her nails carefully grazing him. “Sit up,” she says, and he does.
She moves to the edge of the bed. “Take off my dress.” He sees her in silhouette as he unzips her, exposing her skin. Every inch of her is perfect. He lets the dress fall from her shoulders and begins to kiss one. Her hand explores his hair. “You’re such a good boy,” she says, then freezes. “Sorry. That was. I don’t know. Weird.”
“I don’t mind,” Alex says. “I kind of liked that.”
“Really? It’s not mean?”
“When you tell me I’m doing a good job making you feel good? Hell no.”
She lets go of her breath. “In that case, why don’t you go pour us some champagne?” He does, and returns with two glasses. “Good boy,” she says, and laughs at herself.
“You’re fucking sexy, Charlotte.” Alex sips his champagne, then goes back to kissing her shoulder.
“I want you to give me a back rub,” she says, handing him the bottle of oil. “And I want you to keep saying nice things about me.” She stands to drop her dress the rest of the way, then lays down, resting her head comfortably. “Take down my hair first.”
He takes the pins from her hair, feeling it drape and loosen. Then, he puts oil on his hands. He straddles her and grasps her shoulders. “A little harder,” she says.
“I’m bad with words. You know that. But I love how sweet you are. And how sexy. You’ve got a really great butt. I love your little laugh and the way you make people like you. And the way I’ve seen you around children. I love how your laugh highlights your dimples and the way you sigh when you’re happy.”
Warmth fills her. Despite the party downstairs, she can hear only the ocean, the crackling fire, and his words. “Take off your clothes, baby,” she says.
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