My diary of dirty secrets

Alex's POVAnother useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash.I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.That Friday evening, after work, I drove down to the shady warehouse area. Hands shaking, I parked, and steeled myself to walk up to that door. Bouncer, checked my ID, scanned me and let me in. Sweat, cum, leather and several strange smells fill the air, but all of them dim lights shining over cages, crosses, and people dressed while other walked around naked. Somewhere there are whips cracking, and moans filled the air. I shouldn't be here, but I stepped on.At the bar, with a drink in hand, is Mistress Elena, I got this because I had seen her photo on the website , and she had

Lia's POV I tried to distract myself by looking at the ceiling but my mind was still on what I just witness.Peeking through our parents' bedroom door, we watched them have hard rough sex like crazy animals. Then we told each other ,tonight , while they sleep, we will promise each other the same.“Lia,” she said softly and stepped closer. I pulled her down onto the bed with me. Cupping her face, I captured her lips with mine for a deep kiss, she took the hint and opened her mouth, allowing me push my tongue in , as it tasted each and every nook of her mouth.We pulled apart, both of us breathing hard. “Can I?”she asked, but she already took my night gown off before I could answer. Her lips curled up into a smirk as she looked at my breast and erected nipples. “I've waited so long for this,” she said, her eyes roaming all over my body.She slowly pushed me to the bed, and hovered above me, lowering her head as she sucked my nipple with her mouth, first biting it softly, and then g

Taylor's POVThe orgy was really noisy, dark with heavy bass. People were all over the place, openly talking with each other with some shamelessly fucking. My eye couldn’t leave the gay couple fucking right next to me and I felt myself cock twitch in my pants.That's when I spotted Sam. He was leaning by the bar, arms crossed over a tight, black shirt that displayed the pump of a hard body. He was grinning while looking around. Our eyes met, and I walked right to him, my heart going crazy fast at that moment.“ Hey,” I said, trying not to sound shaky. Sam's eyes lit up, and he smirked. “You look like you want to find out. You're Taylor, right? I've heard things about you--always mixing things up.” A couple of minutes with me, we joked and started drawing closer. Sam's hand touched my arm, and then I felt this rush. “Want to go somewhere private?” he whispered behind my ear. “See who cracks first.” I nodded and dragged him through the crowd to a side door. There was a click as the

Darius' POVI saw Elara in the radiance of my tomb as she wandered too close to the border of the village. Young, unlined, big-eyed with curiosity. I needed new blood for my ceremony, and she would be perfect .I stepped out into the moonlight; my white face was visible to her. "Come with me," I told her, voice gentle. She dawdled, then followed her, attracted by some thing she couldn't quite determine.Inside, the tomb was damp and cold, stone walls ablaze with torches. I led her to the stone altar in the middle. "Lie down," I instructed her. She did so, shuddering a little as she lay upon the stone. I leaned over her, hands on her shoulders, holding her in place. She gazed up at me, trusting, unaware of what was to happen.I leaned in cautiously. My fingers brushed her skin on the throat, the thudding pulse beneath my fingers. Her skin was warm and smooth. I kissed her throat initially, to where her vein pulsed. She let out a soft breath. Then I bit her flesh.”Blood fl

Sara’s POVI’m on the park bench with Mike. The sun is warm. People walk nearby on the sidewalk. We’ve done this before, picking places like this because the risk makes things more exciting.It’s not the public sex itself—it’s the feeling of your heart pounding when someone might see, the mix of desire and fear that makes everything feel stronger.Mike says it’s power knowing we control when and how it happens, out in the open where it’s technically not allowed.We both like how it makes a normal day wild, our bodies reacting more.The park has runners, a family with kids a bit away, and a couple of guys playing frisbee.”That situation turns us on. The chance to get caught adds to the thrill, like we’re breaking the rules.I look at Mike. His hand were placed on my thigh under my mini skirt. I’m not wearing a bra today, just a loose top I can lift up easily. “Ready?” he says quietly, looking at the path. I nod, feeling a shiver start in my stomach.I move closer to him on the ben