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The Peripatetic Hot Young Thing Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Peripatetic Hot Young Thing: female, 20, Soho, food-manufacturing administrator, straight.
DAY ONE
Midnight: Party at my house.
1:00 a.m.: Roommate’s friend tries to hook up with me, as he generally does when he’s drunk.
2:00 a.m.: Matt arrives. Two weeks ago I was totally crushing on him and we still have that awkward sexual energy.
3:00 a.m.: We leave together to visit a friend in Brooklyn.
7:00 a.m.: He begs me to stay out longer and come over, but I decide to be a responsible adult and come home.
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The Busy FreelancerOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Busy Freelancer: male, 28, Hell’s Kitchen, freelance writer, gay.
DAY 1
10 a.m.: New construction next door wakes me up. Wonder if any of the construction workers are hot. Get undressed in front of the window, just in case they’re looking.
10:30 a.m.: A hot guy is checking me out on the subway. Actually, I think he’s straight and eyeing my Thundercats lunch box and not my ass.
1:15 p.m.: Get worked up thinking about a past hookup with a masseur who likes to give a rub-and-tug. E-mail him to see if he wants to hang out this weekend.
2:50 p.m.: Get a text from a friend inviting me for a blow job at his private glory hole tomorrow night. Quickly respond, “Can’t wait.” Get hard.
12:25 a.m.: Log on to Manhunt.net to see who’s around, knowing I’m too lazy to get off the couch tonight.
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The Twentysomething MistressOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Twentysomething Mistress: female, 27, Upper East Side, event director, straight.
DAY 1
9:00 a.m.: My older boyfriend is in the city tonight for his production work, happiness. He’s married. When we met sixteen months ago, he was separated, but because of some incidents with his children, he returned to his family. He lives in the suburbs and often has to work until very late, so he stays over. I usually spend two nights a week with him.
10:00 a.m.: He’s busy all day, but I pop over to the studios to say hi and grab coffee with him. Just a kiss from him excites me.
1:00 p.m.: I come back to the apartment. Turned on by the sight of boyfriend and his kiss, I masturbate.
7:00 p.m.: Pop by studio before show starts, tell boyfriend not stay over tonight. I have to be up too early tomorrow for flight to Canada. He won’t even give me a kiss good-bye since there are people around. Whatever.
7:30 p.m.: Leave studio and buzz a guy friend. We meet for dinner and bitchfest. I’m irritated by boyfriend, as always.
The Lesbian PlayerOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Lesbian Player: female, 27, Spanish Harlem, product-development manager, single.
DAY 1
10:00 a.m.: Met ex at airport. Kissed and hugged. Kissed more.
12:00 p.m.: Car broke down. While waiting for AAA to show up, we played “I remember when” and she stroked my arms with very light tickles. We made plans for nookie later on in the day but got distracted by the car.
7:00 p.m.: After dinner we cuddled and watched some TiVo. Light tickles turned into heavy petting and then lots of kissing and full-body tickles. My shirt came off right away, and we were rolling on the floor making out and rubbing each other’s bodies. We very quickly ran to the bedroom. I pleased her first. And she liked it. I picked up some new finger tricks from my current Lady Friend (a friend with benefits) and used them on her. She liked them. Then she pleased me and we cuddled. I fell asleep almost immediately.
10:00 p.m.: Felt guilty about not telling my Lady Friend. I think she has feelings for me that she is not telling me about.
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The Separated FortysomethingThe sex diaries we ran last week proved so popular we’re making them a regular feature. Once a week, look to Daily Intelligencer to find out what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Separated Fortysomething: female, 47, East Village, event planner, straight “but waiver occasionally.”
DAY 1
9:30 a.m.: Woke up for some spooning, caressing with lover of the moment, James.
Noon: Watched hilarious small penis/giant vagina episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm.
6:00 p.m.: Kisses and caresses throughout the evening. No sex though.
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Sex Diaries: The Bisexual PolyamoristIt’s the Sex and Love issue of New York this week, and for it six New Yorkers kept Sex Diaries that chronicled their sexual lives (or lack thereof) over a period of seven days. Daily Intel has even more diaries, and today we end our week of sex diaries with a big one. Here’s the Bisexual Polyamorist: female, 28, lawyer, Boerum Hill, single.
DAY 1
10:00 a.m.: Arrive for the weekend at a nudist swinger sauna retreat in Maine.
5:00 p.m.: Give an impromptu sexuality workshop. Two grandmothers ask for a G-spot demo.
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Sex Diaries: The Crazy Co-edIt’s the Sex and Love issue of New York this week, and for it six New Yorkers kept Sex Diaries that chronicled their sexual lives (or lack thereof) over a period of seven (or in this case, six) days. Daily Intel has even more diaries, and we’ll bring you a new one each day this week. Today, the Crazy Co-ed: female, 22, undergrad, Tribeca, “disappointingly straight.”
DAY 1
3:00 a.m.: Guy I’m dating is out of condoms, again, despite knowing that I was coming over. Me: Unimpressed. Instead he undresses me, handcuffs my hands behind my back, blindfolds me, and places clothespins on my nipples. He proceeds to go down on me like a starving man. There are spankings, but they are weak.
Noon: I wake up to feel the guy placing my hand on his morning wood. Five minutes later, I go back to sleeping.
6:00 p.m.: Thinking about watching porn, but there are people at home and I’m running late.
9:00 p.m.: Attend party. Somehow results in me topless with four to six other girls.
11:30 p.m.: Decide to go to fetish party. Dance my ass off on stage, eventually stripping down to my skivvies and covering my tah-tahs with makeshift pasties. Bump into a friend and her boyfriend, make out with her boyfriend, make out with her, then make out with an innocent bystander.
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Sex Diaries: The SwingerIt’s the Sex and Love issue of New York this week, and for it six New Yorkers kept Sex Diaries that chronicled their sexual lives (or lack thereof) over a period of seven days. Daily Intel has even more diaries, and we’ll bring you a new one each day this week. Today, the Swinger: male, 37, party promoter, West Village, “engaged, straight, and practicing polyamory.”
DAY 1
12:50 a.m.: Winding down for bed, read Playboy on toilet. See one good pic of nude real-life female bounty hunter.
12:40 p.m.: Fiancée asked me to rub lotion near her anus, gave me a semi hard-on.
1:00 p.m.: Trimmed down pubic hair; much-needed topiary management.
3:30 p.m.: Me and my fiancée’s girlfriend of three weeks arrives. Ridiculously sexy South American. Short catch-up, then unbelievable sex.
7:30 p.m.: Visible afterglow all evening at dinner and movie. Intermittent daydreaming about earlier encounter.
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Sex Diaries: The Single GirlIt’s the Sex and Love issue of New York this week, and for it six New Yorkers kept Sex Diaries that chronicled their sexual lives (or lack thereof) over a period of seven days. Daily Intel has even more diaries, and we’ll bring you a new one each day this week. Today, the Single Girl: female, 31, lighting designer, West Village, “the kind of girl who kisses girls and sleeps with guys.”
DAY 1
2:29 a.m.: Got high and fucked a new boy. I hope the spanking and screaming didn’t wake my roommate.
3:00 p.m.: Just ate breakfast that my new lover cooked for me. It was good, but he is talking the whole time while I’m trying to check voice mail/e-mail/get shit done.
4:00p.m.: New lover is a photographer I call Paparazzi. We had semi-undressed portrait session.
7:00 p.m.: Dinner with the girls (roommate and best friend). We talk about everything: love, sex, jobs, apartments, gossip, and Paparazzi’s penis.
9:00 p.m.: We disturb the next table with our graphic discussions about sex. (They didn’t say anything; they just got really quiet.)
11:00 p.m.: Dirty texting with Paparazzi. He’s so scatological.
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Sex Diaries: The Attached VillagerIt’s the Sex and Love issue of New York this week, and for it six New Yorkers kept Sex Diaries that chronicled their sexual lives (or lack thereof) over a period of seven days. Daily Intel has even more diaries, and we’ll bring you a new one each day this week. Today, Jessica Delfino: 30, comedian and dirty folk rocker, East Village, straight and in a relationship.
DAY 1
Midnight: Reunited with boyfriend after he was out of town all week. Trade wet kisses.
12:30 a.m.: Boyfriend tells me we should go home and 69.
12:57 a.m.: Get fondled in the foyer, followed by some love pecks and pokes in the elevator. Steven Tyler would have been proud.
1:27 a.m.: Attack my boyfriend in bed wearing nothing but a softball jersey. He’s watching That ‘70s Show and isn’t responding.
1:32 a.m.: After five minutes of kissing him, he’s still not with the program. Warn him that I’m documenting our sex life. He calls me weird. He caresses my vagina and thighs between eating chocolate-covered raisins while he watches the show.
2:07 a.m.: Sex o’clock. We both win. Me first, as usual.
The Sex DiariesSix real New Yorkers, seven days of longing glances on the subway, text-message hookups, and hot marital romps.
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