Lahat ng Kabanata ng Steamy Diaries : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

I was just looking for a quiet spot to relax and enjoy the sun, but the beach was packed with a rowdy crowd. As I scanned the shoreline for an empty patch of sand, my eyes landed on a group of scantily clad bodies writhing together in the distance. Curiosity piqued, I moved closer to investigate.As I approached, the sounds of moans and wet, slapping skin filled the air. The group was a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat and saltwater. I watched, transfixed, as a man with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw thrust his cock into the tight hole of another man kneeling before him. The receiver’s face was contorted in pleasure, his own hard cock bouncing with each powerful thrust.I felt a stirring in my own groin as I watched the lewd display. I had never been with a man before, but the raw, carnal nature of the scene was undeniably arousing. I adjusted myself, trying to hide my growing erection from the people around me.Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed my wrist, pull

The doorbell rang, echoing through the empty house. Omar sighed, putting down his book and stretching his lanky frame. He knew who it was – Rouida, his ex-girlfriend with a penchant for humiliation and control. They had broken up months ago, but she still found ways to torment him, always dropping by unannounced.Omar opened the door, his heart sinking as he saw Rouida standing there, a wicked grin on her face. She was dressed in a tight leather mini-skirt and a low-cut top that left little to the imagination. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled with malice.“Well, well, well,” she purred, pushing past him into the house. “Still living like a bachelor, I see.”Omar closed the door, his eyes drawn to the sway of her hips as she walked into the living room. “Rouida, what are you doing here? I thought we agreed to stay away from each other.”She turned to face him, her hands on her hips. “Oh, darling, you know I can’t resist a challenge. Besides,

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.The day of our first encounter arrived, and I found myself standing nervously outside Ren’s modern, sleek house. My heart pounded as I rang the doorbell, wondering if the reality would live up to my expectations. The door swung open, revealing Ren, who was even more stunning in person. Tall, confident, and with a piercing gaze that seemed to see right through me, Ren exuded an aura of dominance that made my knees weak.“Jasmine,” Ren said, their voice deep and commanding. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”I stepped inside, my eyes wide as I took in the minimalist interior. Ren led me to the bedroom, where a variety of BDSM toys and equipment were laid out. My breath

I am Hemanth, a 19-year-old Indian boy, living with my parents in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I had always been a shy, introverted kid, but lately, I had developed a fascination with BDSM and pegging. I spent hours online, watching videos and reading stories about dominant women using strap-ons to fuck their submissive male partners. The idea of being dominated, edged, and tortured by a powerful milf consumed my thoughts.That’s when I first noticed her – Priya Aunty, my neighbor. She was a 35-year-old beauty, with long black hair, full lips, and curves that wouldn’t quit. I often caught her staring at me, her eyes lingering on my ass. I knew I was in for something special.One evening, as I was walking home from college, Priya Aunty called out to me. “Hemanth, beta, could you come over for a minute? I need your help with something.”I followed her into her house, my heart pounding in my chest. She led me to her bedroom and closed the door behind us. “I know what you want, Hemanth,

I sit on my bed, phone in hand, heart pounding with anticipation. It's been weeks since I've seen him, but his voice is enough to set my body ablaze with desire. I answer on the first ring."Hello, Candice," his deep, authoritative tone sends shivers down my spine. "Are you ready for your instructions?""Yes, Sir," I breathe, already imagining him standing before me, those piercing blue eyes boring into mine."Good girl. Now, I want you to slowly strip for me. Take off your clothes piece by piece, nice and slow."I do as I'm told, letting my robe slip off my shoulders and pool at my feet. I can almost feel his gaze on my body, those strong hands caressing my curves."Now, lie back on the bed and spread your legs for me. I want to see that pretty little pussy."I obey, my cheeks flushing with heat as I expose myself to him. Even though he's not physically here, I feel utterly vulnerable, completely at his mercy."Good, now run your hands over your body. Touch yourself like I would."I