Lust in Translation (For Mara Mischief) WARNING - Contains scenes of depravity.  This is a work of fiction and none of the scenarios and situations below are real.  Dear Diary, My name is Nicola Holder.  I'm 44 years old and I'm a housewife living in Greenwood, Indiana.  I have a son Max, who is a computer nerd and a shy studious daughter Penny,  - who is getting ready to go to University.  My husband, Owen, is a managing director at an accountancy firm - he earns so much money I've never had to work.  Our relationship has been a little strained since we had the kids, but no so different to my friends and we've worked through most of our problems. I have such a lovely life - a beautiful house, nice friends, loving family... so why... why do I feel so dissatisfied and empty? Perhaps I'm having a mid-life crisis now my kids are grown up, but I just feel completely empty inside.  I'm struggling to sleep at night and I'm on anti-depressants and going through th

  Desperation As she made Lauren moan in lustful desire - Samantha could actually smell her girlfriends desperation. It was a mix of wet pussy and fear... a mingling of desire and regret - and it was so fucking delicious to the bitch she had become. She laughed cruelly, flaunting her perfectly transformed body as Lauren whimpered and tried to fight against the ropes pinning her to the bed. "Don't try to struggle my sweet," purred Samantha as she grabbed one of Lauren's nipples and tweaked it hard, causing the other girl to moan in pleasure and pain. "Isn't this what you always wanted?" "Isn't this why you bullied Sam intro drinking the Elixir and transforming into me? You knew the kind of dominant bad bitch the Elixir would turn him into. Aren't I the woman of your dreams?" Sliding her silk clad body next to the bound girl - Samantha stroked Lauren's soft flesh and began to kiss and stroke it all over. She worshipped Lauren almost r

 Valentine's Revenge It was over a year since I had cheated on my husband on Valentine's Day and he had found out about it. I wasn't proud of what I'd done and I'd been lucky that we had been able to work through our problems. Jack had been incredibly hurt by my actions - after all - it was pretty hard for him to stomach that whilst he was at home preparing a lovely Valentine's Day meal, I'd been on a co-workers desk getting rammed by a big cock and moaning like a slut. I'd always been over-sexed and cheating on my husband had come surprisingly easy to me.  I did love Jack, but there were so many temptations out there in the world - hot guys that got my slutty motor running.  It didn't help that I was pretty and guys flocked to me.  I knew that my tight body and sexy sense of style and fashion drove men wild.  It was just too much fun not to flirt and lead them on.  Unfortunately a year ago that had led to me spreading my legs for a hot young intern