Privacy Policy

📜 Privacy Policy 📜

At Kamini Diaries, we respect the intimacy of your time, attention, and privacy. This page explains how your data is collected, used, and protected — softly, safely, and transparently — as you wander through our world of sensual storytelling.

1. Personal Data

We do not collect personally identifiable information unless you choose to share it via comments or direct contact. Your name, email, or any tender words you leave behind remain confidential and are never sold, rented, or misused.

2. Cookies & Analytics

Kamini may use cookies — tiny bites of data — to understand how readers arrive, engage, and move through our pages. This includes tools like Google Analytics, which gently observes visitor behavior to help us improve content. You can disable cookies anytime in your browser settings.

3. Third-Party Links & Ads

Some posts may include links to other websites or show ads through platforms like Google AdSense. Please note that once you leave Kamini’s embrace and visit another site, their privacy practices take over. We recommend reviewing their policies with the same curiosity you bring here.

4. AdSense Disclosure

This blog may display ads served by Google and other advertising networks. These ads might use cookies to show you content you’d actually like — based on your past visits to this or other sites. You can choose to opt-out of personalized ads through your Google settings.

5. Consent

By continuing to read Kamini Diaries, you consent to this privacy policy and its tender promises. If anything feels unclear or uncomfortable, you are welcome to write to us with your questions.

💌 This policy may evolve like our stories do — gracefully and with notice.
Last updated: July 24, 2025

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