All Chapters of Steamy Diaries : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I, Audace, have always been a lover of the finer things in life. My passion for the Belle Époque era has led me to cultivate a refined taste for exquisite cuisine, elegant attire, and, of course, the most exquisite pleasures of the flesh. As a life coach and a cross-dresser, I've found that my unique perspective on life has allowed me to create a niche for myself in the world of sexual liberation.It was on a particularly sultry evening that I found myself hosting a select group of women at my modern estate. The air was thick with anticipation as I welcomed my guests, each one a pegging enthusiast who had been handpicked for their discerning tastes. I had prepared a sumptuous feast, a symphony of flavors that would tantalize their palates and set the stage for the evening's main event.As we gathered around the dining table, I couldn't help but admire the way the candlelight danced across the faces of my guests. Carla, a stunning marketing manager with a penchant for power, caught my

Akali's eyes fluttered open, her vision slowly adjusting to the dim light of the dungeon. The cold stone floor pressed against her bare knees and palms as she knelt there, shackled and helpless. The events of the failed mission came rushing back to her – the ambush, the capture, the humiliation of defeat."Ah, you're awake," a deep, menacing voice echoed through the chamber. Akali's head snapped up to see a tall, muscular man emerge from the shadows. He was clad in black leather armor, his chiseled features twisted into a cruel smile. "I am Lord Drakkar, and you, little ninja, are my newest prize."Akali glared at him defiantly, her black ponytail swaying with the movement. "I am no one's prize, dog. Release me at once, or face the wrath of my clan."Drakkar let out a harsh laugh. "Your clan? They're all dead, my dear. You're the last of your kind now." He circled her slowly, his eyes roaming over her lithe body appreciatively. "But you need not worry. I have a special purpose in mind

Maria stood in her opulent bedroom, the silk sheets of her king-sized bed rustling as she adjusted her black latex corset. The material hugged her curves, accentuating her full breasts and narrow waist. She smirked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves.Tonight was the night she'd been waiting for. Her submissive, Nadia, would be arriving soon, ready to fulfill Maria's every dark desire. The young woman had been begging for more intense play sessions, and Maria was eager to oblige.A soft knock at the door announced Nadia's arrival. Maria opened it, her eyes roving over the petite blonde standing before her. Nadia wore a sheer babydoll nightie, her nipples visible through the thin fabric. She trembled, her cheeks flushed with anticipation."On your knees," Maria commanded, her voice cold and authoritative. Nadia immediately complied, sinking to the plush carpet.Maria circled her prey, running a finger along Nadia's jawli

Lisa Manoban, a 22-year-old masculine trans woman, stood nervously outside Room 203 in the college dormitory. Her heart raced as she gripped the doorknob, steeling herself for what was to come. She had been summoned here by Asa, a busty freshman with insatiable appetites, and her roommates – Rosé, Somi, Sohee, and Miyeon. They were all dominant personalities, and Lisa knew she was in for a night of intense submission.Taking a deep breath, Lisa entered the room. The girls were sprawled on the beds, eyeing her hungrily like predators sizing up their prey. Asa, wearing nothing but a sheer bra and panties, beckoned Lisa over with a crooked finger."Come here, Lisa," Asa purred. "We've been waiting for you."Lisa obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest. She stood before the girls, her hands trembling slightly."So, you're the one who's been spreading rumors about your... equipment," Somi said, her eyes roaming over Lisa's body. "Let's see if it's true."With a smirk, Somi reached out and

LI stepped into the pulsating heart of the city's most exclusive nightclub, my heels clicking against the polished floor as I made my way to the VIP section. The bass thrummed through my veins, heightening my senses, as I scanned the room for familiar faces. I was on the prowl, desperate for a night of uninhibited pleasure to escape the monotony of my marriage to Nagen, a fat, old, pathetic man with a tiny dick who was always afraid of everything.As I sashayed past the velvet rope, I felt eyes on me, devouring my every move. My red dress clung to my curves, leaving little to the imagination. I was ready to let loose, to be the center of attention, to be desired and lusted after.But my hopes for a carefree night were dashed the moment I spotted Nesan and his entourage of muscular thugs lounging in the VIP area. Nesan was my husband's bully, a man who took pleasure in tormenting us with his wealth and power. His presence cast a dark shadow over the evening, but I was determined not t