Deanna’s Diary of Debauchery

Deanna appeared to be a normal college girl that got good grades and kept to herself. What people didn’t know is that she was a sexual fiend in private and made sure to hide it well from everyone even her best friend Tracie. Deanna dressed modestly like a typical college girl: jeans or yoga pants when it was cold and shorts when it warmed up. Graphic tees all year round with an addition on a sweater was her top choice. Deanna wore modest underwear as well typically brief and boyshort style and basic sports/ support bras. She also wore glasses as she found contacts to be annoying and hard to put in most of the time. Deanna’s body was 32B breasts 24” waist and a 30 inch butt. She didn’t really think herself to be attractive to others, but also didn’t really care much what others thought.

Deanna’s kinky side focused on toys and lingerie. Her toy collection would include vibrators and dildos preferably the wider style versus the monster ones. Her lingerie collection included a lot of peekaboo, tied one pieces to allowed her nipples and pussy lips to be poking through. Even though she lived with Tracie, she would only bust out her collection when she knew she was out for the weekend to visit family. Deanna had just enjoyed a weekend to herself and noticed that Sunday evening fast approached. She began to clean up her kinky weekend lingerie pile and well as cleaning her toys.

She undressed herself out of her red leopard print teddy and stayed naked as she put it in her kink box, that was essentially an old shoe box. She noticed the lid was not closing, which posed a problem so she began to take everything out and found a small black book with a fancy font that read Deanna’s Diary. She never had a diary and snickered to see if anything was written. The first page only in the same fancy font stated that whoever’s name was written in here would be **** to do the writers bidding. She began to laugh, thinking someone was playing a prank and threw the book on her bed while hiding away her kink box in the closet.

She threw on an oversized t-shirt and sweats and laid down on her bed with some homework. Ten minutes later, Tracie walks in and asks how everything was. I told her uneventful as usual and proceeded to finish up my last bit of homework. I stacked up my books on top of the diary as Tracie came and sat down on my bed. We chatted a bit about her weekend and I chatted about my made up weekend events about things that happened on campus. Before long, she noticed the time and said she was gonna head off to a shower. As she got off the bed to put my books on my desk, the diary fell onto the ground. She picked it up and looked into it deciding whether or not to test her theory tonight or try it tomorrow.