All Chapters of Steamy Diaries : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I had been eyeing the two sisters, Vibha and Rashmi, ever since they checked into the hotel. Their exotic features and the way they carried themselves left me intrigued. I decided to take matters into my own hands, or rather, my own pants.I knocked on Rashmi's door first, a bottle of champagne in hand as a guise. She opened the door, surprised but intrigued. I pushed my way in, closing the door behind me. "I thought you might like some company," I said, uncorking the bottle.Rashmi laughed, taking the glass I offered her. "You're quite forward, aren't you?" she asked, sipping the champagne.I moved closer, my hand brushing against her arm. "I like to take what I want," I whispered, my lips close to her ear.Rashmi's breath hitched, and I could see the desire in her eyes. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She melted into me, her hands roaming over my chest.I walked her backwards until she was pressed against the wall, my body pinning hers. My hands roamed her curv

Shruti, a 32-year-old marketing executive, had always been shy and reserved, but her ambition burned brightly. She had worked her way up the corporate ladder, impressing her superiors with her dedication and innovative ideas. However, her reserved nature often held her back from truly shining in the fast-paced, cutthroat world of business.One fateful day, Shruti was called into the office of Mr. Gupta, the CEO of the company. As she entered the spacious room, she felt her heart pounding in her chest. Mr. Gupta was known for his demanding nature and his reputation as a womanizer. Shruti had heard the rumors, but she had never experienced his infamous charms firsthand."Shruti, please have a seat," Mr. Gupta said, his voice smooth and commanding. Shruti sat down, her hands trembling slightly as she smoothed her silk saree."I've been watching you, Shruti," Mr. Gupta said, leaning back in his leather chair. "You have potential, but you need to learn to be more... assertive."Shruti nodd

I've been married to Linda for nearly three decades, and while I still love her deeply, our sex life has become... routine. Predictable. Boring, even. She's always been a bit reserved in the bedroom, but in the early years of our marriage, she was willing to experiment, to push boundaries. Now, it's like making love with a sleepwalker – mechanical, detached.I've tried talking to her about it, but she just brushes me off, saying she's tired or not in the mood. I'm tired too, for God's sake! But that doesn't stop me from wanting to ravish her, to make her scream my name in ecstasy. I miss the Linda who would let me tie her up, who would beg me to spank her, who would do filthy, degrading things just to please me.So, I've resorted to more drastic measures. I've been secretly reading erotic stories online, watching kinky videos, trying to spark some inspiration. And that's when I stumbled upon the idea of consensual non-consent. The thought of Linda fighting me, struggling against my ad

I am Simon, a rising star in politics, known for my charm, intelligence, and the dark desires that simmer beneath the surface. Tonight, I find myself at a exclusive nightclub, hidden away from prying eyes, where the elite go to indulge in their deepest, darkest fantasies.As I step into the dimly lit room, the heavy bass of the music pulses through my body, stirring something primal within me. I scan the crowd, my eyes searching for a suitable partner to unleash my desires upon. That's when I see her.Katie, the daughter of a rival politician, stands alone at the bar, her lithe body clad in a tight, black dress that leaves little to the imagination. She's young, barely legal, and ripe for the taking. I approach her, my confidence unwavering."Katie, isn't it?" I purr, my voice low and seductive. "I've heard so much about you."She turns to face me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "I... I know who you are, Mr. Simon. I've heard about your... tastes."A slow, predatory

Kate was a 37-year-old woman with curves that could make angels weep. Her chubby, jiggly ass and thick, succulent lips were the stuff of wet dreams. She had no morals, no inhibitions, and believed that the path to the divine was paved with the sweet nectar of carnal pleasure. Kate had always been drawn to the occult, spending countless nights poring over ancient texts and conducting arcane rituals in the dimly lit basement of her modern house.Her son, Jake, was a 19-year-old with a rebellious streak and a thirst for knowledge that matched his mother's. He had recently stumbled upon Kate's occult library and found himself captivated by the dark, forbidden knowledge it contained. Together, they began to explore the mysteries of the occult, their bond growing stronger with each ritual they performed.At first, their worship was innocent, consisting of candlelit ceremonies and whispered invocations. But as the weeks turned into months, Kate and Jake found themselves drawn deeper into the