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The Wét diary

In this evocative modern romance, the discovery of a weathered, water-damaged journal opens a window into a world of hidden feelings and long-forgotten promises. As the pages are carefully turned, a delicate narrative of love and longing unfolds, bridging the gap between past regrets and present realities. This story explores the profound emotional resonance of memories captured in ink, tracing a path toward healing and connection.
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Chapter 1

2027/3/5

Whatsup Bro, Urgh, I don’t really love writing down everything but a bullshit happened at school!

Guess what? I fucked Ava!! I mean the same Ava our Student Council President and she loves it so much.

Okay, Okay, You’re wondering who Ava is? Yes you have the right to ask because I haven’t updated for a long time.

Soo…. Ava is the most popular girl at school with an absolutely flawless figure making her the object of pretty much every male students lust. Bro, she was the student council president and the top in her class which makes me wanna fuck her the more. Imagine how cool I’d look if I fuck that lady everyone is dying to have?

She is super skinny with long platinum blonde hair, bright blue eyes and plump pink lips, she has a perfect bubble butt and small perky tits, basically she is the school girl every man fantasises about fucking.

Everyone seems to think that she is perfectly innocent with her wide smile, puppy dog eyes and her hair worn in pigtails and harry potter goggles but you can never imagine that Ava is a bitch.

She seems to always be at peace with everyone and that fake smile plastered to her face but internally, I mean backstage, she does she bullies mercilessly with her little group of sycophants she called study group.

So guess what, My luck finally came when we are both assigned to work on a project in pairs for English class and unfortunately I had been paired up with none other than Ava the hot girl.

Damn you cant know how happy I was that at least I will be with this psycho bitch. So we had been looking through the books in the library to find some on our chosen topic, and dude, this girl took off her goggles and ubuttoned her shirt her cleavages were revealing.

I can’t concentrate man it’s too disturbing to see those cleavages but still I gat to be a man so I followed her lead to the corner of the library where history books are stacked and rarely checked.

Ava had been merciless since we had entered the library with how she concentrated on the project, she didn’t even spare me a glance not to talk of letting me see the cleavages again so I got angry.

I lost my temper, I’ve never been a violent person and I had been raised to never hit a woman but when I asked her why she’s so down to earth, guess what Ava said? “Bro, I have to do this quickly so I can get back to club and gangbang”

I was angry! Gangbang?? imagine that shit when a perfect man like me is dying to fuck those cleavages and shoot my damn bullets on them.

Seriously, I don’t know when my slap had sent Ava sprawling across the floor, she had been crouching in front of me when I struck her. I instantly regret what has happened and I start to apologise because being a student union president, she could get me expelled with just a letter to the principal and man, we both know I can’t quit school. Pops gonna kill me.

But the look in her eyes stops me dead.

I can’t read what the emotion in her eyes is but I’m sure that any second now she is going to launch herself at me and claw my eyes out. I’m sitting cross legged on the floor stunned from what I’ve just done when Ava actually launches herself at me, I try to scramble backwards away from her but she is on me in a flash with a leg either side of me and her face in close to mine. I thought for a second that she was about to head-butt me but that isn't her style, she wouldn’t want to risk damaging that pretty face of hers.

I tensed, prepared for her to lash out at me but what she did instead was a complete surprise, she kissed me.

I was stunned when she kissed me and froze up not knowing what to do but Ava pulls back away from the kiss and looks at me with fire in her eyes.

“Hit me again.” Ava speaks quietly but the tone of her voice makes it sound like she is giving me an order.

I look at her thinking that she is crazy, she had seriously just told me to hit her again. I was so confused that I can’t think straight I had just slapped the most popular, student union president and beloved girl in school but instead of lash out at me or get me expelled she had kissed me and then asked me to hit her again.

Bro, I can’t keep this to myself. Like……

I was zoning out a little as I thought about what had just happened but was swiftly brought back to reality when Ava lifts herself up off me slightly and lifts her skirt and lets it pool around me as she rest herself back down onto my legs.

“Hit me again.” She growls at me with a ferocity that would make me think she was about to attack me if she wasn’t trying to order me to hit her.

I was distracted because I was torn between the fact that I had been raised with the belief that I should never hit a woman and the combination of my lust for her and her practically begging for me to hit her.

I was distracted because of being torn between being raised to never hit a woman but my intense want to strike her in revenge for all her deefake attitudes of playing the good and the bad girl at the same time plus there was the fact that she was obviously trying to get me to hit her.

I was caught in a kind of daydream where I hit her and let loose all of the anger and hatred I felt for her.

“Just fucking hit me Vcitor. Slap me harder please” She snarls at me viciously looking less like her usual picture of innocence and more like a wild animal.

I lash out without thinking, just wanting to strike her and let out the anger stemming from the way she had been treating me this whole time. I slap her across her face knocking her backwards and instantly I feel terrible for having hit her and most likely hurt her.

I consider apologising to her but my words are cut off when I hear her moan but not the kind of moan you would expect from someone in pain, it is more like a moan of pleasure. Even though Ava’s body had been knocked backwards she was basically still sitting on my lap and with the way she had moved her skirt earlier I suddenly came to the realisation that it was her bare legs and panties brushing against my trousers.

Ava sat back up, she was looking at me with a dreamy expression on her face and then she started to slowly grind herself against my legs. Despite being experienced with sex I didn’t realise when her cummings was seeping through my trousers and was coming from Ava’s pussy.

Ava continued to grind against my legs while moaning in pleasure, she leaned backwards pushing herself down harder against me.

“Hit me again.” Ava snaps. I don’t think twice now when I slap her, she is getting some kind of pleasure from being hurt and it is allowing me to let out my rage and hatred for her.

I slap her hard knocking her backwards with the force of the blow but she recovers swiftly, sits back up and resumes her grinding against me while her lips meet mine.

The kiss is like everything going on at the minute confusing and filled with anger, she kisses me with such an intensity that makes me momentarily forget where we are and what is happening.

Ava stops kissing me and moves her head around so she can whisper into my ear.

“I want you to hurt me.” She whispers softly into my ear, “I want you to slap me, punch me, choke me, bite me, anything you can to hurt me.” She kisses my neck softly and whispers to me again, “and don’t you stop until I stop”

Imagine that bro

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