So I have to keep a journal of my "Adventures" at Harem University. My Written Pornetry professor insisted that it would help with his class if we could describe the way we felt so we could accurately describe the experience in our fictional works, or use the experience for our essays. Honestly, I just think the old man is a pervert who wants to collect smut from his students for free, considering he will be taking these at the end of the year. Hello, Mr. Jarz, hope your day is going well. So I'll start recording today but I'll describe the last couple days.
This is the first semester at Harem University I, Lucas, am attending. My girlfriend started here a semester earlier. When I saw she was improving in bed I decided I wanted to join, especially after I helped with a video assignment. I started my first day and learned the rules that were enforced on campus. The first couple were obvious, regular college rules, but there were some that are unique to HU. One of them was the alcohol policy. It is allowed anywhere on campus, however not outside of a building before 6 p.m. and the brand and type must go through a "customs" of sort in our school just to make sure there is nothing illegal. The other rule is public sex is not only allowed, it's encouraged. It, however, is not allowed outside of "red boundaries", which is a painted red line within the university to prevent us from going to close to public streets and letting small children see us. The last and final rule that was odd, was not unique to HU, but it was stressed more than any other school or university I've been, and was simply the "no means no" rule. Rape is wrong on all accounts in the university and, when you are caught, will lead to immediate expulsion. I suppose it's really important here of all places for quite obvious reasons.
After the rules and tour they set us up with our dorms and we were sent off to meet our new roommates. We still had a couple days before classes so we had time to explore and see what there is to see. On the application it asked for our sexual orientation, and I assumed it was to not bunk us with the gender we were attracted toward. However I was extremely surprised to walk into my room to find a very sexy woman standing there, staring at the wall.
"Um, hello," I spoke. She nearly jumped out of her skin before looking toward me and sighing with relief.
"Oh you must be my roommate!" she exclaimed, "Hello, my name is AngΓ©lique, however most of my friends call me Angel. What's yours?"