After last night, I feel compelled to write this down before it fades, before the heat on my skin and the pounding in my chest become distant memories. I’m Emily, and this week has been like plunging into an abyss where every sensation is sharper, rawer, more mine. My Master has led me down a path of submission that’s turned my world upside down, and I don’t want to forget a single moment. Each day this week has been a te...

Here I am, in a room that smells of desire and danger, surrounded by three men whose names I don’t know and don’t care to learn. Their eyes roam over me like they already own me, and I, with hands trembling from a heat I can’t explain, start to slip my dress off my shoulders. They told me to undress, or they’d do it for me. It wasn’t a threat—it was an invitation, and I… I’m complying. The brush of fabric against my skin...

I’m sitting in our favorite coffee shop, the scent of freshly ground coffee beans drifting through the air as I cradle my mug, the warmth seeping into my palms. Across from me, my friend Clara can’t stop smiling, her eyes sparkling with a fire I’ve never seen in her before. She’s practically breathless as she tells me she’s quitting the job we share—that soul-sucking place with endless hours and office gossip. But it’s no...

I can still close my eyes and relive that day as if it were happening right now. It was my birthday—I had just turned eighteen—and there are moments that stay etched in your memory forever, don’t you think? I’m not going to tell you about my first time in the typical sense; no, that was something that happened without much fuss or fanfare. What I want to share with you is something far more intense, something that changed...

What I’m about to tell you is based on a true story—my story. It all started on an ordinary day, or so I thought, when I arrived at the office with the routine buzzing in my head like an old engine. Papers, emails, the sound of phones that never stop ringing. A Tuesday like any other, until she walked in. Verónica. They introduced her as my new assistant, and at first, I barely paid her any attention. She was just another...

The invitation to María's party had arrived that morning, an unexpected proposal for an evening at her house that same night. The prospect of a gathering with friends, wine, and laughter seemed the perfect antidote to the week's stress. As Ana got ready, I watched her with a mix of love and desire; each movement of her body a silent invitation to a world of intimacy that only we shared. Ana, with her natural elegance, cho...

A week. Seven torturous days have passed since I caught that treacherous scent in our bedroom. Suspicion had become a constant companion, a shadow clinging to every thought. I decided then to organize a gathering here, at our house, under the guise of bringing our closest friends together. A celebration of life, of friendship, or at least that's what it would be for everyone else. The house was filled with laughter, soft...

From the moment María walked out the door, my mind was no longer in the present but in the future I longed for with every fiber of my being. Sitting in the study, I picked up my phone and began to type a message to Ana. "Ana, the afternoon feels empty without the promise of seeing you. Could you fill it with your presence? I'll be waiting." The wait for her response was torture, each second stretching into eternity. Final...

My name is Ana, and today stretches out before me like a blank canvas about to be painted with strokes of guilt and desire. The office clock shows five in the afternoon, but I know I won't be here late. With a voice I try to keep neutral, I tell my husband over the phone, "Honey, I have to stay a little longer today; there's a lot of work pending." My heart beats with a mix of adrenaline and regret, but the decision is al...

The house still smelled of betrayal when Ana sat at the kitchen table, the echo of her encounter with her brother-in-law still reverberating through her skin. Night had fallen like a cloak of possibilities, and with her husband absent, the temptation to explore beyond what she had already dared was irresistible. She needed more; she needed to feel that adrenaline, that razor's edge that kept her alive. That morning, she h...

Ana looks at herself in the office bathroom mirror, a secret sanctuary for her sins. The reflection she sees isn't that of the model wife, the employee of the month, the respectable woman; it's that of a pleasure seeker, a slave to her own desires. Her lips, still swollen from the violent kisses, retain the taste of betrayal. Her hands, trembling slightly, fix her hair, erasing the traces of an encounter that should never...

The room was wrapped in an atmosphere of desire and prohibition when Jack joined the scene. His gaze was a fire that consumed every corner of the room. Sofia, turning her head towards her father, offered him a smile laden with lust and defiance. "Come, Dad, join us. I want to feel the whole family inside me." Jack, without hesitation, quickly undressed, revealing his palpable excitement. He approached the bed where Jhom a...

Under the darkness of the night, our souls meet, two hearts beating with the echo of a forbidden desire. She, with dreams of love drowned in loneliness, hides in her gaze a hunger only he can satisfy. Her sighs are chains of a passion that devours, a desire that burns in the prison of her flesh and soul. From afar, he dreams with the same infernal fire, a cry of lust that echoes in the silence's void. When their voices in...

In this chamber of shadows, I surrender to the bonds that constrain me, each fiber of the rope etching its mark into my skin, a promise of torment and obedience. My limbs, stretched and bound to a bed from times long past, my legs forced into an opening that is both vulnerability and provocation. The gag silences my words, transforming any protest into an echo of anticipation. For as long as I can remember, a yearning dar...

The night spread like a dark cloak over my bed, and I lay naked, wrapped in memories of a pleasure that I could now only savor in my mind. My lips moistened, not just those of my mouth, but also those that keep deeper secrets, that seem to have their own sense of taste, a kind of hidden palate eager to explore once more. I closed my eyes and their images appeared, their scents filling my senses as if they were here, an in...