He Read My Diary: Naughty Secrets Exposed!

I Never Thought He’d Do It!

Hello, naughty ones. I recently bought a new journal—my grown-up name for a diary. I’ve kept one since my school days. And I never thought anyone would read it—especially not him. But the second I saw it in his hands, flipped open, I knew I was fucked. He read my diary, and suddenly, every dirty secret I’d written became an invitation.

It was supposed to be private. Just a fantasy I kept locked away—something to get me off when I couldn’t sleep. I’d written what I imagined when I played with myself, everything I’d let him do if he ever knew the truth. And now, he did.

The first time he read my diary

He sat there, silent as he read my diary, flipping through every word, while I stood frozen. I could barely look at him. He didn’t say much. Instead, he just looked me in the eye and read a passage out loud before he called me a slut: I want him to catch me touching myself. And instead of being mad, he makes me show him how wet I get when I think about him.

I felt like the floor dropped. I couldn’t move or deny what I’d written about him. And he looked at me like he knew exactly what I’d been doing when I thought about him. Like he wanted to see it. Right now.

I watched him stand up with an obvious bulge

He walked over, took my chin in his hand, and told me to kneel, open my mouth, and prove I meant what I wrote on page 29.

I dropped to my knees without thinking, fingers trembling as I reached for his zipper. He let out a sharp breath through his teeth the second my hand wrapped around his cock. I stroked him slowly, teasing the tip with my tongue, tasting the salty drop of pre-cum that leaked out just for me. My lips parted wider, but he didn’t wait. He tangled his fingers in my hair, shoved my head down, and started to fuck my mouth until I gagged while he read my diary.

Then he let out a loud breath between his teeth as his cock twitched between my lips and fingers when he pulled away. He pulled me up, dragged me to the bed, and told me to bend over and start reading page 32 out loud.

My voice shook as I obeyed, my bare ass exposed while he gripped my cheeks and buried his tongue in both my holes.
We both moaned when I got to the part where I fantasized about him exploding all over my face and tits. And he did, but he didn’t stop. He just kept using me like his personal fucktoy while I read every filthy thought I ever had about him out loud.

Everything changed after he read my diary

Soon after, my diary wasn’t mine anymore. He read my diary whenever he wanted and even added to it. Sometimes I would open it and find new instructions, new fantasies. “Touch yourself at 8:17 PM. Read page 65 out loud while you do. Send me proof.” Or: “New entry due. I want five pages about how much you’d let me use your throat.” And every time I obeyed, he reminded me that those dirty thoughts didn’t belong to me anymore. They were his. And I still find myself writing about that today.

Want to hear some of the things he wrote after he read my diary? Call me. I’ll read it out loud while you stroke. Also, read about me pegging a pouter.

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