All Chapters of Steamy Diaries : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Becca swayed her hips to the pulsing beat, her lithe body glistening with sweat under the stage lights. The smoky club was packed, but her eyes locked onto a man in the front row. He was older, distinguished, with piercing eyes that seemed to undress her with each pass. As the song ended, he approached the stage.“My name is David,” he said, pressing a crisp hundred into her G-string. “I have a proposition for you.”Intrigued, Becca led him to the VIP room, her heart pounding. David wasted no time.“I will pay you handsomely for a week of pure hedonistic sex. I want to own you, body and soul. You will do anything I ask, no limits.”Becca’s breath caught. The thought of being dominated, used, filled her with a forbidden excitement. “I’ll do it,” she whispered, pulse racing.David handed her an address. “Be there tomorrow. Bring a bag.”The next day, Becca arrived at the secluded mansion, nerves fluttering. David answered the door, eyes roving hungrily over her body. “Welcome, my pet. Y

Mae sauntered into the dimly lit office, her curvy hips swaying with each step. The tight, low-cut dress she wore hugged her thick, soft body in all the right places, accentuating her ample breasts that threatened to spill out with each breath. Her curly hair was tied back in four tight braids, resembling pigtails, giving her an innocent yet seductive look.As she entered, her eyes locked onto Shawn, her skinny friend and constant source of antagonistic banter. He sat at his desk, his gaze lingering on her cleavage. A smirk played on her lips as she approached him, her breasts bouncing slightly with each movement."Well, well, well," Mae purred, leaning over his desk, giving him a perfect view down her dress. "Working hard or hardly working?"Shawn's eyes darted up to meet hers, a blush creeping across his cheeks. "Mae, always a pleasure," he stammered, trying to keep his composure. "What brings you by?"Mae's smile widened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Oh, you know, just

I am Sara, an 18-year-old girl, naive and innocent. I had always been a good girl, following the rules, never stepping out of line. Until I met John. He was older, experienced, and knew exactly how to push my buttons.It all started when I got a job as a babysitter for his two young children. He was a single father, working long hours, and needed someone reliable to watch his kids. I thought it would be an easy way to make some extra money, but I had no idea what I was getting into.At first, everything seemed normal. I would watch the kids while John was at work, and we would chat briefly when he got home. But as time went on, I started to notice the way he looked at me. His eyes would linger on my body, and he would make subtle comments about how I looked in my clothes.One evening, after putting the kids to bed, John asked me to stay and have a drink with him. I hesitated at first, but he was so charming and persuasive that I found myself agreeing. We sat in the living room, sippin

David stepped into the gym, his skinny frame dwarfed by the towering machines and bulky equipment. It had been six years since he last set foot in a gym, and even then, his efforts were half-hearted. But now, at the age of 25, he was determined to change his physique.As he approached the front desk, a tall, muscular woman caught his eye. She was lifting weights with ease, her biceps bulging and her abs rippling beneath her tight tank top. David couldn't help but stare, his eyes wandering over her toned body.Suddenly, the woman turned and looked directly at David. He felt a jolt of recognition as he realized it was Mary, his ex-girlfriend from six years ago. She had been overweight when they dated, and David had cruelly broken up with her because of her size.But now, Mary was a different person. She was taller, more muscular, and exuded an aura of confidence and dominance. David felt a twinge of fear as she approached him, her eyes narrowing."David?" Mary asked, her voice deep and c

Sandra, or S as everyone called her, was a 20-year-old sports enthusiast working part-time at the local sports center. Her oat-blond hair and green eyes always drew attention, but it was her friendly demeanor and passion for sports that truly set her apart. She had met Henry, or H as she knew him, during one of their sports courses. From the moment they met, there was an undeniable tension between them, a spark that S couldn't quite ignore.H, a tall, lean, and sporty guy with dark hair and blue-green eyes, had recently returned from university. He had always been drawn to S, admiring her interaction with the kids in their sports courses and her humorous demeanor. However, when he found out that she was in a relationship, he had tried to move on, burying his feelings deep within.Now, their mutual colleague, Julia, or J, had invited them and some other colleagues for a night out at a restaurant and club. S, now single, felt the tension between her and H building up once again. She coul