All Chapters of Steamy Diaries : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ada Wong, the renowned freelance spy, found herself in a precarious position. After infiltrating Castle Dimitrescu in the heart of the Eastern European mountains, she was captured by the enigmatic and alluring Alcina Dimitrescu. The mistress of the castle had a sinister plan for Ada and the other captive, a young woman named Evelyn.Alcina, with her striking beauty and an air of authority, stood before the bound women. “Welcome to my castle, my dears. You will serve a vital purpose here.” Her voice was smooth like silk, yet laced with an underlying menace.Evelyn, trembling with fear, whispered, “Please, let us go. We haven’t done anything wrong.”Alcina’s lips curved into a cruel smile. “Oh, but you will do something very right for me. You see, I have been working on a little project, a genetically engineered organism that will revolutionize the world. And you two will be instrumental in its creation.”Ada, despite her dire situation, couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity. “W

The bus rumbled and swayed as it navigated the city streets, its worn leather seats creaking with each turn. Christian slumped in his seat, his head leaning against the cool glass of the window. The day had been a disaster – his car had broken down on the highway, leaving him stranded and forced to take public transportation to get home. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he was running late for an important meeting with a potential client, and his mind was racing with worst-case scenarios.Suddenly, the bus lurched to a stop, jostling Christian from his thoughts. He looked up to see a woman struggling to get on, her large suitcase caught in the narrow doorway. The other passengers grumbled in annoyance, but Christian felt a twinge of sympathy. He stood up and offered to help, his strong hands easily lifting the heavy case onto the bus.The woman, who introduced herself as Olivia, flashed him a grateful smile. “Thank you so much,” she breathed, her voice soft and melodic. “I don’t know wha

Sophie Almodóvar, a woman cursed by the Old Gods, had long since given up on the life she once knew. The heresy of her stepmother had left her and her sister marked, forever destined to find sustenance only through the act of carnal pleasure. Her father had been brutally murdered, and her sister locked away as mad by the very church that was meant to protect them.Sophie, now 35, had fled far from the shame that had befallen her family. She had sought refuge on an island ruled by pirates, taking up the life of a common whore at the Cutthroat’s Refuge. For six long years, she had sold her body for a few meager coins and the fleeting pleasure she needed to survive, her voluptuous figure – big, full breasts and a plump, round ass – drawing in eager customers by the dozens.But on this particular night, as Sophie lay sprawled across a filthy cot in the back room of the Refuge, a familiar face appeared in the doorway. It was Sir Guzman, an old friend of the family, his once-proud features

In a world where the first Crusade unfolded quite differently, the Muslim women of Jerusalem found themselves in a predicament they never saw coming. The Christian knights, led by a handsome and virile commander named Lancelot, had stormed the city with an ease that left the defenders bewildered. These were no ordinary men; they were superbly built, with chiseled features and an aura of raw power that made even the most devout Muslim woman’s heart flutter.Fatma, a 20-year-old Arab beauty with sultry eyes and luscious curves, watched from her window as the knights paraded through the streets. Their armor gleamed in the sunlight, and the bulges in their trousers hinted at the potent virility that lay beneath. Fatma felt a warmth spreading through her body, a sensation she had never experienced before. Her nipples hardened beneath her abaya, and a dampness began to gather between her thighs.“May Allah protect us from these infidels,” Fatma muttered, but even as the words left her lips,

Lola, a busty 20-year-old coed, sauntered into the college cafeteria, her pert breasts bouncing with each step. She grabbed a tray and surveyed the unappetizing slop they dared to call food. Her eyes landed on a peculiar concoction that looked like green oatmeal with lumps. Curiosity piqued, she spooned some onto her plate and sat down to eat.As the strange mush hit her tongue, Lola gagged. It tasted like moldy oats mixed with something distinctly…semen-like. She forced herself to swallow, determined to finish the meal. The moment it slid down her throat, a warm, tingling sensation spread through her belly. She rubbed her stomach, feeling the slop squirm and writhe inside her.“What the hell?” Lola muttered, eyes wide. The slop seemed to have a life of its own, pulsating and churning in her gut. She rushed to the bathroom, certain she was going to be sick. But instead of vomiting, she felt an intense, throbbing heat between her legs.Lola locked herself in a stall and hiked up her sk