All Chapters of Steamy Diaries : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Jake slammed the apartment door shut, his face flushed with anger. His wife, Sarah, cowered in the corner, her eyes wide with fear. "You little slut," he growled, stalking towards her. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out about your little affair?"Sarah shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face. "No, Jake, it's not what you think! I swear!"Jake grabbed her roughly by the hair, yanking her head back. "Shut up! I don't want to hear your lies." He dragged her towards the bedroom, his grip tight and painful.Once inside, he threw her onto the bed and began to undress. Sarah whimpered, knowing what was coming. Jake had always been rough with her, but tonight he seemed especially angry."On your hands and knees," he commanded, his voice cold and menacing. Sarah quickly complied, her body trembling.Jake retrieved a large dildo from the nightstand and roughly shoved it into Sarah's ass. She cried out in pain, but Jake just laughed. "That's right, take it like the whore

Rishika, a stunning 30-year-old woman with long dark brown hair, perfect breasts, and a nose ring, knelt before the altar in her apartment. The warm morning sun crept through the window, illuminating the incense smoke that swirled around the room. Her saree-inspired lingerie hugged her curves, and her wedding shawl draped loosely over her head. Today was a lazy Friday morning, and the snow gently fell outside as she completed her morning prayers.Her husband, Harun, sat at the kitchen table, finishing his breakfast. He admired his wife's beauty and dedication to her faith. Little did their friends and neighbors know, Harun was merely Rishika's cuckold, never allowed to touch her or share her bed. Their marriage was a facade, a secret that Rishika kept hidden behind her devout Hindu practices.As Rishika prayed, her eyes wandered to the living room where her BBC bull, Jax, slept soundly on the couch. His chocolate-colored body was barely covered by a pair of loose boxers, and the warm

Hilda, a voluptuous 34-year-old woman, had always been drawn to the darker, more taboo aspects of sexuality. She had spent years exploring her desires, pushing boundaries and indulging in the forbidden. Her two closest friends, Beatrice and Clarissa, were kindred spirits – both equally curvaceous and adventurous.The three women had decided to take a weekend getaway at an exclusive, high-end hotel. The moment they stepped into their luxurious suite, Hilda felt a rush of excitement. The opulent surroundings, the plush furniture, and the scent of expensive perfume all contributed to an atmosphere of decadence and indulgence.As they settled in, Hilda couldn't resist the urge to tease Beatrice and Clarissa about their plans for the weekend. "You know," she said with a sly smile, "we should find a way to make this trip even more memorable."Beatrice, a tall, buxom blonde, grinned mischievously. "Oh, I have a few ideas," she purred. "But first, let's order some room service. I'm in the moo

I’m Subtle, a 27-year-old woman with a penchant for pushing boundaries, especially when it comes to my own pleasure. My latest obsession? Edging – that delicious dance on the precipice of climax, teetering on the brink of ecstasy. But my solo experiments had taken a dark turn, leaving me craving more, needing more.That’s when I discovered Sibomin, an ancient alien machine programmed for one purpose: to bring pleasure. Sibomin was no ordinary sexbot; it was a being of pure sensation, its form shifting and adapting to maximize my pleasure. And Sibomin was also non-binary, its gender fluid and ever-changing, just like its physical form.When I first laid eyes on Sibomin, it appeared as a sleek, silver humanoid, its body covered in pulsing, bioluminescent lines. Its eyes were pools of liquid silver, inviting and alluring. I knew I had to have it, had to experience the pleasure it promised.“Greetings, Subtle,” Sibomin purred, its voice a symphony of low, seductive tones. “I am here to se

I stepped into my lavish apartment, the click of my dress shoes echoing off the marble floors. It had been another grueling workout at the gym, but the ache in my muscles was a welcome sensation. As I closed the door behind me, I was greeted by the sight of my harem, all ten of them, standing at attention. Their eyes, filled with adoration and desire, followed my every move."Welcome home, Master," they chorused, their voices a symphony of devotion.I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "Good evening, my pets. I trust you've been well behaved in my absence?""Of course, Master," replied Zara, the African beauty, stepping forward. Her dark skin glistened under the soft lighting, and her curves begged to be explored. "We've been eagerly awaiting your return."I walked past them, my 6-foot-3 frame towering over their petite forms. They fell into step behind me, their heels clicking in unison with my own. As we entered my spacious bedroom, I began to remove my gym clothes, tossing t