Sluts Diary

True stories, extreme desires

This is my sluts diary. Not a blog, not fiction. These are real erotic stories, memories intertwined with fantasies, encounters that have left their mark on my body and my mind. Every word you read here is a lived moan, a shiver running down my spine, a bite left on warm skin. I tell what excites me, what makes me tremble, what I want to relive without pause. I am a trans woman, fully aware of being a slut, and in these pages you’ll find moments that made me this way: men who took me for hours without a break, couples who used me as their dirtiest toy, women who sucked my cock with hunger in their eyes and without hesitation. There is pain, there is humiliation, there is extreme pleasure. There is truth. And there is need.

I don’t write to please everyone. I write for those who feel the call, for those who are not afraid to desire and to get dirty. If you read, you get dirty. If you get dirty, maybe you want to enter. And if you want to enter, the door is open. Sometimes I write alone, sometimes with other sluts like me — trans women, cis women, lovers of hard play or of soft whispers. Each leaves a mark, none asks permission.

And if you ever want to become part of this sluts diary, or relive one of its scenes, you already know where to find me. Here lust and truth mix equally, without filters or censorship. This is a space where desire confesses itself without shame, where every limit exists only to be crossed. Every story is an invitation, and every invitation has just one rule: once you enter, there’s no turning back.

In these pages you will not find excuses, lies, or half-truths. Every detail is written to make you feel the smell, the heat, the tension of what I have lived. It’s an invitation to enter my mind and my body, to get dirty with pleasure and imagination. Here, time doesn’t matter — only how long you can stay submerged… and how much you’re willing to lose just to avoid leaving. This is the place of extreme sexual desires, where reality and fantasy blend so you’ll never be able to let go again.

Sluts Diary: real stories, extreme desires, forbidden fantasies

Passive Anal Play in Brescia – When He Made Me Cum with Just His Fingers

Today I found myself in Brescia again, and as I walked the familiar streets, a memory from about ten years ago came rushing back.A moment so simple, yet so intimate and intense that my body still remembers it. It was a quiet evening. The kind where you don’t expect...

The Night of Anal with Two Men – I Lost Control

That night in Verona, I experienced something I’ll never forget — anal with two men that awakened a new kind of pleasure in me: deep, overwhelming, and completely addictive. I had come for a few days — to change the atmosphere, show myself to new clients, and...

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Sluts Diary

This is my sluts’ diary. Not a blog, not fiction, but a space without filters where truth meets vice. These pages come from my body, my skin, from the moans I’ve left on strange beds and in secret rooms. Here it’s not empty fantasy, but real moments that have marked me and that I relive every time I write. I’m a trans woman, fully aware and proud of my nature as one of the most shameless sluts, and I open this door to those unafraid to look inside.

Every encounter told here has been lived to the fullest: men who possessed me for hours, couples who made me their dirtiest toy, women who took my cock between their lips with hunger and certainty. There is no shame, no censorship — only pleasure, humiliation, pain, and truth.

Real erotic stories from true sluts

Every story you’ll find in these pages is real, lived on my skin or on that of my closest sluts and playmates. I don’t write to please everyone, but for those who truly know what it means to desire without limits. You’ll read about endless nights, gripping hands, commanding eyes, and bodies that obey without hesitation.

Some stories are sweet and sensual, others hard and without compromise. But all share the heat of the moment and the power of unforgettable pleasure. And if you think your fantasy is too extreme… know that I, and many sluts like me, are always ready to talk about it, evaluate it, and turn it into reality — even if it’s something completely new.

Extreme sexual desires of sluts

This diary is also an archive of extreme sexual desires. Whether it’s domination, submission, power games, or fantasies far from the ordinary — everything has a place here, as long as there is consent and the will to explore.

Reading this means being ready to feel involved, aroused, maybe even scared. Extreme sex isn’t just physical — it’s mental, it’s the total abandonment of every restraint. And in that surrender lies the true essence of sluts’ pleasure.

Every scene begins with agreement: limits, pace, safe words, aftercare. We map what you crave and what you refuse, then build pressure in clean, precise steps—breath, posture, command. The goal isn’t shock but mastery: a controlled fall into heat, and a soft landing that leaves you clear, trembling, wanting more.

True sluts’ stories

This isn’t fiction, this isn’t acting — these are true sluts’ stories. Dirty, raw, and lived between luxury hotels and anonymous apartments, between silk sheets and cold floors. The stage changes, but the fire remains the same: my body and the bodies of other sluts become tools to reach the limit and push beyond it.

Many of these stories don’t end with a goodbye, but with the promise of “again.” Because once you taste pure vice, going back is almost impossible.

Truth lives in details: hallway carpet, elevator mirrors, a glass ring on wood. Names are initials, cities sometimes changed; consent is not. After, there’s water, towel, debrief whispered in low light. Some nights end in sleep, others in texts that say only: again, same place, same rules, same time, yes.

Forbidden fantasies for sluts and their lovers

This diary is also an invitation to confess and live your forbidden fantasies. No matter how dark, strange, or unusual they are — here there’s room for everything. My pages are open even to your secrets: maybe you have a fantasy you’ve never dared tell anyone. Here you can find sluts willing to listen… and to make it happen.

Many of my experiences started just like this: from a shy message, a quiet sentence, an idea whispered between moans. It takes so little to turn a forbidden thought into a night you’ll never forget.

Write plainly, even anonymously: what you want, what you fear, what must never happen. We answer with transparency—limits, safety, pace—and options: private room, hotel, or online to test the chemistry. One clear message can become a ritual: measured, consensual, unforgettable; a secret that fits your skin and waits for you.