Semua Bab Steamy Diaries : Bab 111 - Bab 120

The air was thick with anticipation as Hyunjin and Felix entered the packed concert venue. The energy of the crowd was electric, pulsating with the raw, primal beats that thrummed from the stage. Hyunjin's long black hair swayed as he moved, his lean body clad in tight, dark clothing that accentuated his lithe frame. Felix, with his tousled blond locks and freckled face, practically radiated with a playful, teasing energy.As they pushed their way through the throng of bodies, Hyunjin couldn't help but feel the heat of Felix's presence behind him. Felix's hands, light and tantalizing, brushed against Hyunjin's hips, his lower back, his thighs, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. It was a dance they had perfected over the months of their secret affair, a silent communication that spoke volumes.They found a spot near the front, close enough to feel the bass vibrating through their bones. The lights dimmed, and the crowd surged forward as the opening act took the stage. Hyunjin

I am Saidy, a 20-year-old student at the prestigious Evermore Academy. I've always had a secret fetish for public sex and being watched. There's just something so thrilling about the possibility of getting caught. Today, I decided to act on my desires.I waited until the school was nearly empty, just a few stragglers milling about. I sauntered into the main hall, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. I wore a short, tight skirt and a low-cut blouse, my long auburn hair cascading down my back. I looked like a naughty schoolgirl, and I knew it.I spotted Mr. Thompson, the handsome history teacher, leaving his classroom. He was in his late 20s, with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes. I'd had a crush on him since I first laid eyes on him. I smiled coyly as I approached him."Mr. Thompson," I purred, "I was hoping I could get some extra credit."He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is that so, Miss Saidy? And what exactly did you have in mind?"I bit my

The bass thumped, the lights flashed, and the crowd writhed in a frenzy of lust and desire. It was a typical Saturday night at Club Xtasy, the hottest spot in town for those seeking a wild time. Amidst the sea of sweaty bodies, one figure stood out-a tall, muscular white man with a tribal tattoo snaking up his neck, a telltale sign of his true identity.Lukas, the infamous porn star known as "The White Horse," was in the house. His 10-inch cock was legendary, and his love for black women was the stuff of fantasy. But tonight, he wasn't here for work. He was here to let loose, to dance, and to maybe find a willing partner to satisfy his carnal desires.As he moved through the crowd, his eyes scanned the room, taking in the various beauties on display. But one woman caught his attention like no other. She was short and thick, with curves that begged to be touched. Her skin was a deep, rich ebony, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of innocence and desire.Lataya had just turned 18, and th

I was sitting in my room, engrossed in my favorite video game, when I heard a soft knock on my door. I paused the game and turned around to see my mother, Nidhi, standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a traditional Indian sari, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders. Her dark eyes met mine, and I felt a sudden surge of desire course through my body."Ronav, beta," she said softly, "I need your help in the kitchen. Your father is out of town, and I have no one else to ask."I nodded, trying to hide the excitement in my voice. "Of course, Ma. I'll be right there."I followed her to the kitchen, my eyes glued to her swaying hips. She was a strict mother, always demanding the best from me, but I couldn't help but find her attractive. As we worked together in the kitchen, our hands brushed against each other, sending electric shocks through my body.Suddenly, she turned to me, her eyes filled with a hunger I had never seen before. "Ronav," she whispered, "I've been watching

I've always been Daddy's little girl. Growing up, he was my world. He'd tuck me in at night, kiss my forehead, and whisper that he loved me more than anything. But as I grew older, his gaze lingered a little too long, his hugs a little too tight. I knew something was changing between us, but I didn't understand what.Now, at 18, I've become a woman, with curves and desires that even I don't fully comprehend. Daddy's eyes follow me everywhere, his voice drops an octave when he talks to me. I can feel the tension building, the electricity crackling in the air between us. And tonight, I know it will all come to a head.I'm lying in bed, the covers pulled up to my chin, when I hear the soft creak of my door opening. Daddy slips inside, closing it behind him with a barely audible click. In the moonlight, I can see the hunger in his eyes, the way his chest rises and falls with ragged breaths."Daddy?" I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest.He doesn't say a word. Instead, he moves to the