All Chapters of Steamy Diaries : Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

The night was young, and the bar was packed with people celebrating the birthday of one of the most popular models in the city. Becca, a stunning 22-year-old Latina with long dark hair and piercing brown eyes, was the center of attention. She had been thriving in her modeling career, her exotic looks and perfect body making her a favorite for lingerie and bikini shoots. But despite her success, Becca had a secret. A dark, twisted secret that only a select few knew about.As Becca laughed and chatted with her friends, her mind drifted back to the man who had awakened her darkest desires. David, the 43-year-old photographer who had been her ex-boyfriend's father, had introduced her to a world of kink and depravity that she had never even dreamed of. It had started innocently enough, with a passionate tryst after Becca's ex, Daniel, had been sent to jail for violent charges. But soon, David had pushed Becca to her limits, exploring the darkest depths of BDSM and taboo sex.Becca had take

Kirti was a 24-year-old housewife, living in a luxurious high-rise apartment in Mumbai with her husband Nikhil. She was a stunning woman, with a toned, athletic body and full, ripe breasts that strained against her tight clothes. Kirti had always been a submissive soul, yearning for a dominant presence in her life, but Nikhil, while loving, was not the assertive type she secretly craved.One day, Kirti noticed a leak in their master bathroom shower. Nikhil, being the busy executive he was, couldn't attend to it immediately. He promised to call a plumber before his upcoming 4-month business trip to Australia. However, fate had other plans.The day after Nikhil's departure, the doorbell rang. Kirti, in the middle of her stationary bike workout, answered it. Standing before her was Wasim, the plumber Nikhil had called in the morning. Tall, muscular, and handsome, Wasim's eyes immediately locked onto Kirti's figure – her tight bike shorts, the sports bra barely containing her ample breast

The house was dark and quiet, the only sound the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. I sat in my favorite armchair, sipping a glass of red wine, relishing the rich, velvety taste. It had been a long week at work, and I was looking forward to some much-needed relaxation. But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind.I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.I heard a soft knock at the door, and I knew he was here. Artem, my young submissive, always arrived exactly on time. I opened the door, taking in his nervous expression and the way his eyes darted around, taking in the dimly lit room. "Welcome, Artem," I purred, stepping aside to let him in.He mumbled a