Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. This week, the 25-Year-Old Woman Avoiding the “Relationship Talk” With Her Personal Trainer Almost-Boyfriend: Female, student/nonprofit worker, Lower East Side, 25, straight, “in an undefined but very sexual relationship.”
DAY ONE
1 p.m.: First day back to Manhattan after a five-month hiatus in Canada. Although Manhattan is the worst (most expensive) place to be without a plan, I came back because I love it. And because I have a man who keeps me up all hours of the night, and at the end of the day, I’d burn through a lot of money for great sex.
2 p.m.: See J. I never really called him my boyfriend, because we never had that conversation, although I suppose that’s what he is; it’s unspoken that we aren’t screwing anyone else, although we give each other plenty of freedom. Seems like the perfect relationship to me. I met him when I first moved to New York last March. He’s a trainer at the gym I go to. Pretty classic but I am such a sucker for a beautiful body. And man, is his body beautiful.
11 p.m.: After eating and settling in, J. and I get down to business. I love everything about him in bed: his juicy lips, tongue, his insatiable need for me to say filthy things to him while we have sex. He also has this interesting quirk where he can go for hours without coming. It was a bit of a blow to my ego at first, since usually guys are exactly the opposite. Still, it results in hours of pleasure for me and hardly ever any pressure for him to get off. He seems to enjoy my orgasms as much as his own. I’m glad to be back.
DAY TWO
6 a.m.: Get up early to go to the gym together. He rolls over and tries to start something, but I am not a morning person. Still, just being warm and close to his hard body is the best wake-up call I could ask for.
10 a.m.: I’m at my first day of my new job, and because I’m not that busy, I spend even more time than usual thinking about sex. I wonder if other girls think about sex as much as I do. I certainly don’t feel like a freak, but I doubt the average girl gets off as much as I do. When I’m alone for a day with nothing to do, I can have at least six orgasms, and that’s not counting the ones J. gives me.
8 p.m.: We’re wandering around the Lower East Side looking for places to eat. One of the reasons we get along so well is our mutual love of food, trying new things, enjoying what different cultures have to offer. He likes taking me to places I’ve never heard of. I, on the other hand, get an almost sexual pleasure from watching him eat. Although muscular, he’s not a big guy, but he eats more than any three guys I know. It turns me on because it’s such a man thing to eat that much. Maybe I’m just weird.
12:30 a.m.: We’re screwing again. After some foreplay and a hot naked massage (Did I mention he’s studied massage and loves giving them to me? Heaven!), I give him some oral and proceed to bring myself to orgasm by getting on top and slowly grinding against him. This is the hottest position because he’s sitting up and our bodies are so close to each other. We get sweaty as we whisper terrible, dirty things into each other’s ears.
DAY THREE
9:30 a.m.: Do some work from home. Procrastinate; check e-mail, watch TV, read.
11:30 a.m.: Decide to do some wandering around my new neighborhood, and do some shopping uptown. Is it possible to go a day in this city without spending money? I guess I have a few reasons for loving Manhattan.
10:30 p.m.: After a delicious Italian dinner in Hell’s Kitchen, J. and I go to a party in Brooklyn. It’s nice to go somewhere “with” him where we interact with other people, like we’re a real couple instead of just two people who love to eat and fuck together.
1:50 a.m. By the time we get home, I’m too tired to do anything and we drop off to sleep. Too bad.
DAY FOUR
9:30 a.m.: On the subway heading uptown to work. Although the subway is always crowded and dirty, I kinda love it. It’s a good place to watch people. I love that in any subway car, you get a perfect cross-section of what is New York. Every age, race, style, walk of life. New York may be a lot of things, but it’s not is boring.
12:15 p.m.: So busy at work I don’t think about sex. I welcome this level of busyness sometimes.
9 p.m.: J. shows me a present he bought me from Babeland: some pretty official looking restraint straps you attach to your bed for your arms and legs. He likes blindfolding me and tying me up, and since I love taking the submissive role in bed, this works out well. He sets them up on my bed but we don’t use them yet.
11:30 p.m.: Sleeping at his place tonight. We spent all night wandering around and eating. I don’t know how I’m going to keep up with this guy’s metabolism. Watch some British comedy and then get to bed. Mid-foreplay I wonder how long we can keep this up before we get tired, or, God forbid, bored of each other in bed. As much as I like him, I know sexual burnout happens to people, and I shouldn’t assume we’d be exempt.
DAY FIVE
10:30 a.m.: Working from home again, checking Facebook, I get a message from a girlfriend in Canada that she is planning to visit at the end of the month. Very excited, but also thinking that I will have to endure a whole weekend without sex because I will be entertaining her. It’ll be rough, but it’s a special occasion.
7:30 p.m.: Friend from my previous job leaves me a voice mail on my cell that he is in my hometown in Canada and we should hook up. Text him back, telling him I’m back in NYC. No one can keep up with my nomadic lifestyle, it seems. I’m intrigued because this guy never made a move on me while we lived in the same country. He is also a trainer at a gym. I guess I have a type.
11:30 p.m.: Sex again, in my bed this time. I’m on top. Go at it until I get tired. Have a couple orgasms. I love my life.
DAY SIX
9 a.m.: Weekend! Get up and head out to the gym.
Noon: Lunch. Definitely eat out too much. All my money is going into my stomach.
7:30 p.m.: As me and the guy begin our nightly rounds of wandering around the city in search of a new restaurant, I wonder if I should ever have “the relationship talk” with him. My relationships are usually very clear: You’re my boyfriend or you’re not. I think I allowed this because I figured I wasn’t going to be in New York forever and wanted to just have fun. But now that I’m back … part of me wants to just keep it this way, where we just have fun and don’t deal with anything more serious. I keep my mouth shut.
11 p.m.: After dinner and cuddling through a movie, we decide to spend some time in bed. He spends half an hour going down on me from every position imaginable. He’s figured me out well and hits the right spots immediately. He’s also increasingly getting interested in anal, which I’ve never done (although I’m tentatively open to the idea). Bottom line, he can get me horny enough that I’d try basically anything. I can’t get enough of him.
DAY SEVEN
7:30 a.m.: Leave his apartment to go back to mine and actually do some work. It’s hard to be productive when you have unlimited sex at your fingertips. I haven’t even hung out with any of my other friends yet! I work for about two hours, then use memories of him to give myself two quick orgasms, within about five minutes of each other. Start to worry again that I’m overdoing and that it I’ll burn out, but hey, it hasn’t happened yet.
TOTALS: Five acts of intercourse; one naked massage; one act of oral sex (giving); one half-hour act of oral sex (receiving); one set of bondage restraints received; two orgasms from masturbation.
