All Chapters of Steamy Diaries : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The house was quiet, save for the gentle snores of the other vacationers. Alex lay on his mattress, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared up at the ceiling. Beside him, he could feel the warmth of Alice’s body, separated from his only by the thin barrier of the shared duvet.For years, Alex had harbored a secret desire for his cousin. Her lithe body, her soft skin, her intoxicating scent – he craved her like a drug. And now, with the two of them sharing a bed in the cramped vacation home, he could no longer resist the urge to act on his forbidden fantasies.He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering just above the duvet. But then, unable to hold back any longer, he reached out and tentatively brushed his fingers against Alice’s hand. To his surprise, she responded immediately, her fingers intertwining with his in the darkness.The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through Alex’s body. He could feel the heat radiating from Alice’s skin, could hear the soft hitch in her b

The bus was packed, as it always was during rush hour. I squeezed my way through the standing passengers, my braless tits bouncing with each step, drawing lecherous stares from the men around me. I felt their eyes on my exposed midriff, my ultra-short skirt riding up to reveal the bottom curves of my ass. I reveled in the attention, a cruel smile playing on my lips.I finally found a spot to stand, sandwiched between a middle-aged woman and a young man who looked barely older than me. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his arm brushing against mine as the bus lurched forward. I subtly shifted, pressing my ass back against his crotch. He tensed, but didn't pull away.I licked my lips, my pussy already damp with anticipation. I'd been in this situation before, using the anonymity of the crowded bus to my advantage. I loved the thrill of being taken in public, the risk of getting caught only heightening my arousal.The man behind me shifted, his hands coming to rest on my hips

Rosemary Prower, a 28-year-old vixen, sauntered down the hotel corridor, her heels clicking seductively against the polished floor. She knew her son, Tails, was waiting for her in his room, and she couldn’t wait to give him a birthday present he’d never forget. Her heart raced with anticipation as she approached his door, her hand poised to knock.But Rosemary didn’t knock. Instead, she slipped the key card into the lock and let herself in, closing the door softly behind her. Tails was sprawled on the bed, his chiseled body on full display as he scrolled through his phone. He looked up as she entered, his eyes widening in surprise.“Mom? What are you doing here?”Rosemary smirked, letting her hair fall across her left eye in a seductive manner. “I thought I’d give you a special birthday surprise, baby boy.”Tails sat up, his gaze roaming over her body appreciatively. “Is that so? And what kind of surprise did you have in mind?”Rosemary sauntered closer, her hips swaying hypnotically.

The doorbell rang, piercing the silence of the apartment. I hopped off the couch, my fluffy bunny ears twitching with anticipation. It was him – Daddy. My heart raced as I skipped to the door, my short pink dress swishing around my thighs.“Hello, little bunny,” Daddy growled, his eyes roaming over my body as he stepped inside. He was tall and muscular, with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me.“Hi, Daddy,” I squeaked, pressing my body against his. I loved the way he towered over me, making me feel small and helpless.Daddy’s hand shot out, gripping my throat. “Did I say you could touch me, little girl?” he snarled, his fingers tightening around my neck.I shook my head, my eyes wide with fear and excitement. “No, Daddy,” I whispered.“That’s right,” he said, releasing his grip. “You’re my little bunny, and you do as I say. Understand?”“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, my voice trembling.Daddy smirked, his hand sliding down to grope my ass. “Good girl. N

“Mom, what are you doing?” Lalit’s voice trembled as he stood frozen in the doorway of his childhood bedroom. His mother, Poonam, lay sprawled on his bed, her sari hiked up to reveal her shapely legs and the lacy edge of her panties. Her bra-clad breasts heaved with each breath, and her dark eyes smoldered with desire.Poonam beckoned him closer with a crooked finger, her voice a husky purr. “Come here, beta. Mommy needs you.”Lalit hesitated, his mind reeling. This couldn’t be happening. His own mother, the woman who had raised him, was propositioning him. It was wrong, taboo, yet his body betrayed him, his cock already hardening in his jeans.“Mom, we can’t… It’s not right,” he stammered, even as his feet carried him closer to the bed.Poonam sat up, her sari slipping off one creamy shoulder. “Who says it’s not right, beta? I’ve wanted this for so long. To feel your young, hard body on mine, inside me.”She reached out, her fingers brushing against his thigh, sending sparks of elect