Dear Diary - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Dear Diary - Part 1

23/09/2016 Dear diary, I do realize how stupid it is for me to write in a diary. I mean, no one does it anymore in this day and age. And now that I think of it, I was born in a world where social media and the Internet had already become mainstream. I don’t remember ever using an Ethernet cable. Wifi was something I had always take for granted. A time without wireless internet? I can’t believe it. But we’re getting off topic. The reason why I bought you from the university bookstore was because I needed a place where I could put pen to paper and write down my thoughts. I could use my laptop for that — hell most people would definitely use their laptops for something like this — but as fate would have it, my laptop is currently being repaired by a Genius at the Apple Store. So here I am sitting in front of a physical paper diary with a real pen in my hand (there’s even blank ink inside that pen). Man, my handwriting is horrible. It has been a while since I've actually held a real pen in my hands. Maybe I should practice my handwriting. It would be pretty embarrassing if a girl asked me to write something down for her and it turns out she can’t read my ugly handwriting. Hell, even I can barely read it. What did I write in the first paragraph again? Urgh, I can barely read it. Anyways. Moving on. I have this sudden urge to write down what had happened to me because some really kinky things happened to me today and I just have to record it before my memory fades. About a week ...

... ago, I left home for the first time to attend college. I was accepted into the prestigious Lust Relief University – or LRU. It was the university most of my peers were gunning for, and I was the only one to make it in. Luckily, I scored a single room in the dorms. I heard that it was really difficult for anyone to get a single room in the dorms — let alone a freshman. I took that as an omen that my four years at LRU were gonna be great. You know that feeling of freedom? Or rather, that thrill when you get to experience freedom for the first time? When I stepped into my tiny dorm room and dropped off my luggage, a sense of excitement surged in my chest. I was free to do what I wanted, whenever I wanted and however I wanted to. Okay, writing all of this isn’t the reason why I bought you — after all, you weren’t cheap and I want to use this precious paper to write down what I actually wanted to record. Okay, so here goes. I dropped off my luggage and then I went to the common room — a place where there was a shared kitchen and some sofas for people to relax. There, I dove right into socializing with others. In high school I wasn’t much of a talker, so I was determined to be different in university. Actually, come to think of it, it might be because I wasn’t a very sociable person that I managed to get into such a prestigious university. How ironic. Once in the common room, I met several freshmen and exchange students. It was the exchange students who were the most interesting. ...