The next day I woke up with a pounding in my head. My mouth feels like it was dragged halfway through the desert and then promptly stuffed with an old sandal before being dragged back again. Slowly the memories of last night float into my brain.

What in the sweet fuck? What had happened to me?

I remember pulling up my trousers after probably the best moment of my life, not even bothering to wash myself and heading straight out into the open air.

I spent time by the rope swing trying to find the mysterious man and convincing myself at the same time that what happened had actually happened. It was only when I put my hands down my trousers to feel the wetness left over from Sophie’s saliva did I truly believe what I’d done.

From there my drunk self left immediately. It was too much for a sober mind to compute let alone a drink-addled one. And so somehow, I made it home.

I roll over and quench my thirst, only to find my collection of belongings haphazardly thrown onto the side. My wallet, my phone, my smokes and lighter and my little black ring. Picking it up I admire the craftsmanship once again. It really is flawlessly made, and in my hand it definitely pulses. There’s no question. My drunk mind was not wrong, the black ring interwoven with purple, flashes to the exact beat of my heart.

Now I don’t know what you would do in the situation, but I’m not afraid to say that it took me all of two seconds to slip the ring on my finger and decide to never take it off again.

This time the rush I felt was lessened, not to say that it didn’t make me feel great though. A rush of pleasure licked through my body like a flame, stoking a fire in my stomach and burning away my hangover in seconds. Just like the night before, I felt invincible.

Although I took it slow. I laid back in bed, feeling the initial rush subside. I decided to take stock of my body. Now I’m not exactly an athlete but I’d like to say I have an ok body. My chest and arms are well defined from a summer spent in construction and my legs have always been big. I go to the gym at times but nowhere near as religiously as some guys in my school. But with the ring on my finger I felt like I could out lift all of them. Easily.

It felt as though my body had sudden access to its peak level of obtainable fitness. My lungs felt big, my heart strong, my pulse firm. Laying in my bed the image of a purebred racehorse came to mind, which made me laugh, because I wish I had that penis length.

In my euphoria I took a minute to analyse what this meant for me, this ring. I was young and suddenly had power. But before I let it go to my head, I needed to understand more about the powers behind this ring. Last night it made Sophie want to suck me off, I never said anything to her to suggest that, nor did she say anything to me, it was completely down to physical touch. I had no clue of the lasting effects. Would Sophie remember? Would she want to do it again?

At that thought I felt my dick wake up.

Automatically I put my hand beneath the covers, only to stop myself. Why wank? Why not test the ring.

Twenty minutes later I was up, dressed and showered. My shower having given me time to think. I wanted her. I wanted her badly. The idea of submitting that beautiful woman, tearing her school shirt from her body to expose soft supple skin.