The Cheating Long-Distance GirlfriendOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Cheating Long-Distance Girlfriend: 25, Harlem, (sort of) straight, in a relationship.
DAY ONE
7:15 a.m.: Running late but think about Joseph while standing over coffee pot. I’m in a long-distance relationship with my boyfriend in Paris but recently had sex with Joseph for the first time. We spend a lot of time together.
10 a.m.: Phone call to boyfriend with sweet words and such.
12:17 p.m.: Joseph and I make loose plans to hang out later. Looking forward to the amazing sex, but I don’t want this to come between me and my boyfriend.
6:43 p.m.: Meet Joseph, friend, and one of friend’s random girlfriends for drinks in Chelsea. Horniness is running rampant. Joseph and I make out a lot.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Self-Servicing WaiterOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Self-Servicing Waiter: 25, male, Long Island City, gay, live-in boyfriend.
DAY ONE
10 a.m.: Wake up horny after disturbing threesome dream with Tori Spelling and her semi-hot man. Walk naked to kitchen. Hope neighbors don’t mind that we sleep in the buff. Take my daily herbal antidepressant, which I refer to as my “happy pill.”
2:20 p.m.: While working on an article from home, my mind wanders to last night’s activities. He’s a white boy with a swimmer’s build and a southern charm. I’m a Hispanic-American with a penchant for tattoos and stylish clothes. We’re hot together. Erection.
3 p.m.: Xtube surfing for the last 40 minutes. Finally decide on military men with tattoos.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Saucy BridezillaOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Saucy Bridezilla: 26, female, East Village, straight, and newly engaged!
DAY ONE
7:04 a.m.: Wake with a southern tingle. Still a hot mess over fiancé’s surprise proposal two weeks earlier (culminating from two and a half years of togetherness and my father’s behind-closed-doors declaration that I am no longer a “spring chicken.”) Don’t want to rouse him earlier than his alarm. Peck his pecker and start the day.
3:24 p.m.: Search the Web for “win free wedding” contests during downtime at work. Seeing photos of happy couples gives me that super-special feeling. Eager for the 6 p.m. whistle.
6:58 p.m.: Consider buying my first porn. I’m a married woman now. After researching on the Internet, find out that talk is cheap but Tease Before the Please ($39.99) is not.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Sexed-Up Comedian With a Boss CrushOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Sexed-Up Comedian With a Boss Crush: 26, female, Upper West Side, bisexual, in a relationship.
DAY ONE
6 a.m.: Awaken to sensation of boyfriend’s boner pushed against my ass. Not sure if I’m in the mood. Decide to fuck him in an effort to find out.
6:15 a.m.: About to come, and then dog bursts into room and licks my face. Ironic, as we’re doing it doggy style. Incapable of coming with dog staring at me. Boyfriend comes anyway. Perv.
10 a.m.: Lady-boss tells me that I did a great job on the last project. She’s younger and hotter than I am. I contemplate ramifications of making out with her at the Christmas party in two months. If both my boyfriend and the CEO were watching, would it still be cheating/gross professional misconduct?
Noon: Lady-boss tells me I really need to speed things up on the next project. Hate criticism. Hate lady-boss. No office-party make-out for her.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Daddyhunt DilettanteOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Daddyhunt Dilettante: 24, male, writer and graduate student, East Village, gay and unattached.
DAY ONE 9 a.m.: I see my straight Israeli neighbor in the hallway. He’s cranky and a tad rude, which makes me want him even more. 3:30 p.m.: My boss IMs me and wants me to come to her office. I have an erection, so I bring a legal pad with me. She immediately tells me she just wants to chat and I don’t need a pad. Little does she know 6 p.m.: I meet a friend who’s visiting the city for dinner. He’s with a bunch of guys. What a disappointment: None of them are hot; one is beyond annoying. 10 p.m.: We go out for drinks after dinner. One of the guys’ boyfriends meets us there. I flirt with him. 11:45 p.m.: I go home and masturbate to a shirtless Marlon Brando.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Titillating Temp WorkerOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Titillating Temp Worker: 23, female, Williamsburg, journalist, bisexual, single.
DAY ONE
9:40 a.m.: I wake up clutching my flimsy pillow as if it is a real person. In the two months I’ve been single, I’m beginning to prefer polyurethane to the pricks I’ve been sharing my bed with lately.
6:25 p.m.: I’m thinking about calling this guy I met last week for a date, but do I really want to go out with someone who has dreadlocks? I don’t do anything.
7:32 p.m.: I make sure my bra and underwear match and I’m wearing my favorite Star Wars T-shirt. In other words, I’m feeling lucky tonight or at least like getting lucky.
9:48 p.m.: My random night leads to hanging out in the hotel room of some band that has a VH1 reality show. I was expecting cocktails and feather boas on the floor. Instead, I get stoners watching HBO.
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The Sexually Adventurous Brooklyn DadOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Sexually Adventurous Brooklyn Dad: 36, Clinton Hill, editor, married with two children.
DAY ONE
7 a.m.: Fondle Wifey’s boobs in bed, pleasantly suprised she doesn’t slap my hand away. I’ve got morning wood but we have a day trip planned. Much to do.
7:45 p.m.: Back home. Couldn’t pitch a tent if I wanted to. Looking at all the haggard, fat people in the I-87 rest stops may have damaged my hormones.
7:55 p.m.: Wifey gives me soliloquy about how old (not) and fat (not) she is, asks me if I want to have sex. I say yes. She says, “Pretend I’m a cougar and you’re 20 years old.”
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The Fat-No-Longer Woman on the ProwlOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Fat-No-Longer Woman on the Prowl: 39, Upper East Side, interior designer, straight and single.
Day One
12:40 p.m.: Dressed like a homeless person on my trip to get a coffee, I get a smile from a construction worker and a hello from someone who looks like a serial killer. After a decade-long “dating hiatus” due to being obese, followed by 70-pound weight loss, my initial goal was “consecutive dates with a non-weirdo.” I’ve recently revised that policy. Looks are mandatory.
12:50 p.m.: Returning to my building, see that my pervy mailman is in there. Per my usual, I circle the block to avoid him.
2:45 p.m.: Online research of the Cone, a vibrator I am curious about. It’s out of my price range for items such as this, so I earmark funds for other things to help meet a real person with whom to have actual sex: push-up bra, heels.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Randy Sonic Toothbrush UserOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the randy Italian waiter: male, 33, East Village, straight in a yearlong relationship.
DAY ONE
7:45 a.m.: My girlfriend wakes me up. The alarm never went off; we are both incredibly late for work. I still have the presence of mind to reach out and give a lil’ titty squeeze. She’s a Columbia student who just turned 21 and may be the only person on the planet who digs drinking and fucking more than I do.
8:30 a.m.: On the subway. A gaggle of giggling, jiggling, Catholic schoolgirls gallop by. I remind myself that I am not a pedophile.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Sexually Satisfied StudentOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the sexually satisfied student: female, 21, Brooklyn, straight, NYU student, in a four-month relationship
DAY ONE
9 p.m.: Preparing for house party at my apartment. It is nice to actually be spending a ridiculous amount of time (45 minutes) on my appearance instead of my usual smudged eyeliner and tussled hair rushing out of the door.
10:52 p.m.: Boyfriend arrives at the party and definitely appreciates the effort, stealing kisses and whispering “I can’t wait to maul you later” into my ear.
3:45 a.m.: Exhausted. Everyone needs to leave. Beer bottles, cigarettes everywhere. Floor sticky and gross. Crawl into bed to be promptly stripped and jumped.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Rabbit-Using Wannabe Slutty SecretaryOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Rabbit-Using Wannabe Slutty Secretary: female, 27, administrative assistant, Staten Island, straight.
DAY 1
9:45 p.m.: Meet up with friends for drinks at bar. Flirt with bartender and lean over bar so he can see my breasts. Get free drinks for my friends and me.
11:39 p.m.: Dance with a couple of my girlfriends. We spot some cute guys in the corner checking us out. Decide to give the guys a show and lock lips with one another. Watch guys’ jaws drop to the floor.
12:48 a.m.: Hook up with one of the cute guys checking us out earlier. Not too bright but an amazing kisser. Ask him if he wants to go back to his place. He says sure, but we have to be quiet so we don’t wake up his mother.
12:53 a.m.: I’m in a taxi heading home. Alone.
ByArianne Cohen
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Single, Sex-Free, and in Love With Her First … in L.A.Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Sex-Free Middle-Ager in Love With Her First: female, 47, communications coach, Upper West Side, single.
DAY ONE
5:55 a.m.: I wish I could just sleep in. But I am wide awake, fantasizing about my rendezvous with an old boyfriend, Graham, two days ago in Los Angeles. Graham was also my FIRST almost 30 years ago. He looked good! I’m playing it cool, so I won’t e-mail him. Instead, I’ll masturbate thinking of him.
9 a.m.: Flirted with a guy walking his bulldog. I am fascinated by owners and dogs who look related. The guy’s dog is like looking in the mirror!
1 p.m.: Attended my continuing-education philosophy class. To be or not to be obsessed?
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The Non-Orgasmic Sex Bunny With Mild Body-Image IssuesOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Non-Orgasmic Sex Bunny With Mild Body-Image Issues: 22, female, caterer, East Village, straight, live-in boyfriend.
DAY ONE
9:30 a.m.: Wake up to boyfriend’s flaccid schlong. Try to be discreet about pushing a blanket to cover him up. He grunts, wakes up, gives me a stinky morning kiss.
9:45 a.m.: Shower. I scrub at my thighs, trying not to think about the last eight hours I’ve been sleeping with dried semen crusted onto them. Gross.
10:30 a.m.: I notice a fresh used condom, folded into itself, unwrapped on the corner of East 14th Street and Second Avenue. People step over it like it’s just another discarded gum wrapper or cigarette butt. Did someone do the dirty in a taxi? Throw the condom out the window? Who knows? I step over it to the L stop.
10:30 p.m.: Boyfriend is obviously in the mood. He plies me with Merlot and a box of Godiva he picked up on his way home. It works. Routine sex, both of us asleep by 11:30. I don’t cum, I never have.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Self-Lovin’ Midtowner in a Long-Distance RelationshipOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Self-Lovin’ Midtowner in a Long-Distance Relationship: female, 22, media researcher, Manhattan, straight, in a long-distance relationship.
DAY ONE
8:30 a.m.: Woke up late and horny. Resisted the urge to call in sick and spend the whole day masturbating.
11:15 a.m.: Notice my older and married co-workers flirting. Get excited not by them per se, but by the inherent naughtiness of an inter-office affair.
5:30 p.m.: Knowing my long-distance boyfriend will be coming into town in 36 hours, I resist the urge to masturbate.
7 p.m.: I am so frustrated that I get online and look up the Nympho-Girl.com blog. It makes me unbearably hot, and I finally succumb to my masturbation urges.
9 p.m.: I go to my favorite online adult site and order some special toys for my boyfriend’s visit. Express shipping.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Frisky, Sexually Frustrated, Post-Knee-Operation WriterOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Frisky, Sexually Frustrated, Post-Knee-Operation Writer: female, 43, writer, Prospect Heights, married.
DAY ONE
8:15 a.m.: My guy told me I look like a Sports Illustrated model this morning, lying on the bed. This comment brought a flush to my cheeks, since, at 43 and soft from five recent knee and ankle operations, I’d given up on that job possibility. Note to self: Buy more three-button tank tops.
8:16 a.m.: Still lying on the bed alone. Why? Because this is what happens when every attempt at sex brings howls of pain from you and fear into the eyes of your lover. (Oh! Move off my knee! Ouch! You kicked my ankle! My back! My back!) You end up on the bed alone, even if you are a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model.
8:39 a.m.: When I attempt a seductive pose in the tank top in front of him, now wet from the shower, he reminds me that he has to go to work (yes, on a weekend) and that my timing is off, as usual. He says, “Save that pose for me tonight.”
4:30 p.m.: I practice my posing with a straight face.
9:45 p.m.: As we lie in the bed tonight, me on a heating pad, him listening to the blues on earphones, the only pose I attempt is repose. Sigh.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Spicy Undergraduate MaidOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Spicy Undergraduate Maid: female, 19, single, Bay Ridge, bisexual.
DAY ONE
1 a.m.: Leave work, which at the moment is doing odd jobs for a local guy, cleaning and such. Think about how awesome my boss is and how my crush on him keeps getting crush-ier.
12:20 p.m.: Go sunbathing in the park. Wonder if the person of my dreams is sitting by the bay, or perhaps taking a jog through the park. Hope he/she magically senses the need to come discover me.
10 p.m.: I interview for a waitressing job. My sketchy, older potential employer offers me money to train me as a body-rub girl. “Your legs look tight,” he says. Gross.
11:15 p.m.: Return home. My roommate is smashed, naked, and in bed with her boxer-clad boyfriend. I hang out to make sure she’s alright. The boyfriend feeds me shots before they both go to sleep.
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The Horny HedgieOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Royal the Horny Hedgie: female, 26, hedge-fund analyst, Soho, cohabiting with boyfriend.
DAY ONE
6:15 a.m.: Boyfriend rolls over and kisses my shoulder. I don’t react. Spoons me and pushes himself into my back. I shrug him off. He kisses me on the cheek and gets up. He’s so nice. I smile.
7 a.m.: Brushing hair, brushing teeth, lathering on lotion. Boyfriend moves in behind me and grabs my breasts; I welcome the support as I’ve yet to put a bra on. He says something about how I make him hot. I roll my eyes and motion him out the door.
7:30 a.m.: As we leave apartment, we kiss. He moves his hands down my neck and shoulders bringing them in and resting them on my breasts. He smells unreal, and for a minute I consider a quickie, but it’s a fleeting thought. Don’t want to endure wrath from tight-ass coworkers for being late.
3:30 p.m.: Bored. Scroll through AmateurEros.net. Love the real pics of girls. Imagine three-way with boyfriend and the girl with large nipples. Way too much of a sissy to bring it up, annoyed with self for not being more open.
7 p.m.: At home, changing for gym but decide to linger around in a thong. Making conversation with boyfriend, pretending not to notice he’s turned on. Start kissing in the kitchen, and he’s tracing my breasts with his fingers. Strip each other down. Straddle him as he sits on the edge of the bed. I come first within minutes; he’s not far behind.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Royal Duchess of SluttinessOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Royal Duchess of Sluttiness: female, 28, bisexual, student, Harlem, in an open straight relationship.
DAY ONE
12:07 a.m.: End of a Craigslist blind date. He’d promised it would be tame, and it was at first, just kisses and fondling. Then he tried unsafe sex, and I got turned off and left.
12:35 a.m.: Call my boyfriend, try to convince him to wake up for sex. End up cooing him to sleep. He’s an older fellow who is cool with my lesbian sexcapades.
7:45 a.m.: Want to masturbate, but I’m late to class.
5:50 p.m.: The little girl I babysit sees a man and a woman making out in a car. “That’s you and your boyfriend,” she teases. “Naw, we’re motorcycle riders,” I reply.
6:30 p.m.: My favorite ex calls for some rainy sexcapades. I accept.
6:57 p.m.: Boyfriend tries to woo me over. I say no.
7:10 p.m.: The ex cancels.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Unfulfilled Circus PerformerOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Unfulfilled Circus Performer: female, 40, in a relationship, Brooklyn.
DAY ONE
10:30 a.m.: We’re both walking around mostly naked. I say, “I haven’t put anything in my sex journal yet.” He answers, “What?! I’ve had like ten thoughts about sex already.” Why haven’t we been doing it all day?
10:50 a.m.: If he thinks about sex so much, how come we aren’t doing it every day? Our sex life has gone from 60 to 0 in two years. We used to have such great sex — kinky, wild, fun, and affectionate — and now I’m lucky if I get one missionary-style session a week. He used to be the one buying zip ties and pinning me against cold tiles in public bathrooms. Thinking about it makes me feel angry and rejected.
2:45 p.m.: Leaving rehearsal I tell the hot Australian that I have a blister. He takes my hand in his to look at it. For a moment I think he’s going to kiss my boo-boo. He doesn’t.
2:20 a.m.: I lie on top of my hot younger boyfriend while he’s reading in bed. I kiss his neck and bare back. Then I lie next to him and stroke the soft skin on his butt cheeks. It turns me on, but we’re both sleepy and nothing happens.
ByArianne Cohen
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The Horny MommyOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Horny Mommy: female, 37, database designer, Bedford Stuyvesant, parent, in a relationship.
DAY ONE
9:06 a.m.: See guy on subway platform with gorgeous curly hair. I wonder if our potential kids would come out with that lovely mane.
9:07 a.m.: He turns around. Never mind.
12:07 p.m.: Finally get last night’s Today sponge out. Gravity is good.
1 p.m.: See a twentysomething girl’s perky breasts bouncing as she walks. I need a boob job. Gravity is not so good.
3:25 p.m.: Co-worker hopes that she’ll get a man within the next five years(!). I thank my lucky stars I’ve found someone.
5:11 p.m.: See fab body-builder type. Desperately wish I had already gotten the boob job.
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The Horny WaitressOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Horny Waitress: female, 26, Midtown East, straight, in a relationship.
DAY ONE
Midnight: Having dirty thoughts while I watch my boyfriend, Brian, a cook, sleep in his boxers.
12:15 a.m.: I sneak into bed, but my hiccups wake him up and immediately he wants to play. We cuddle for a little while, but it’s too hot for anything more.
10:30 a.m.: Roommate and I take a kickboxing class. Afterward, we go to our favorite drunk brunch spot and obsess about our kickboxing instructor.
1:10 p.m.: We realize the instructor is sitting two tables over. He comes over, gives us his card, and offers free fitness advice. We promise to come to his next class.
2 p.m.: Next class plans aborted. MySpace indicates rampant homosexuality.
3 p.m.: Get romantic text message from boyfriend. I’m drunk. I text back something dirty.
10 p.m.: I come home to find an impromptu party on my rooftop.
11:30 p.m.: I crawl on top of Brian, tell him how much I want him. We kiss, but I’m turned down for sex. He says, “I am too drunk, and it will be no fun for you.”
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The Hot, Busy TrainerOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Hot, Busy Trainer: female, 28, trainer, Harlem, straight, in a relationship.
DAY ONE
10 a.m.: Today I don’t work, so it’s normally the day I get to have sex with my hot trainer boyfriend. Instead, I have to go to boyfriend’s sister’s bridal shower. In Westchester. Immediately turned off.
1 p.m.: Arrive at shower. Everyone is wearing khakis and huge smiles. They are all from Connecticut and talk about doilies. Remain turned off.
4 p.m.: Get home. Boyfriend informs me that it’s “Guys’ Night,” and he is going out for beers. Normally I’d argue, but my insulin is too low after three slices of cake. Maybe he’ll get some action and tell me about it.
8 p.m.: Call best friend to see if she wants to go out. Her lover is on his way. Bitch!
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The Single, Hopeful, Unemployed GuyOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Single, Hopeful Unemployed Guy: male, 24, Park Slope, straight.
DAY 1
12:01 a.m.: Attend a college friend’s welcome-home party. Flirtatious encounters with at least four different girls. I get one number. I recognize one of these girls from college, but she has had a breast reduction since the last time I saw her, so I didn’t place her at first. I feel slightly dirty about this.
3:00 a.m.: Walk back home through Prospect Park with another guy. Tell him that I have a crush on his roommate Emily in hopes that he’ll set me up. She just broke up with a longtime boyfriend. Then I complain about recently losing my job and how I have plenty of time to be bitter and sexually frustrated.
10:45 p.m.: Text longtime friend/crush Emily to see if she wants to meet me at a bar.
11 p.m.: She does!
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The Phone-Sex OperatorOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Phone-Sex Operator: female, 29, Williamsburg, in a heterosexual relationship, bisexual.
DAY ONE
10:45 a.m.: On the train into the city, I realize that I haven’t had sex in exactly a week. My boyfriend, a musician, has been averaging four hours of sleep a night, generally passing out the second his head hits the pillow.
2:05 p.m.: My first phone-sex call of the day arrives. Calls are forwarded to me at home, and I get paid per minute.
2:53 p.m.: Another caller. “I’ve actually never done this before…” Right. “I’m a model…” Ding ding ding, we have a liar!
4:43 p.m.: Caller wants me to “scream.” I have to pull the “New York City –thin–walls–neighbors–will –call– cops” card.
11:30 p.m.: Go over to my boyfriend’s apartment. He knows about my job and is neither threatened nor particularly into it. Finally, finally have sex, in various positions, in bed.
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The Recent GraduateOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Recent Graduate: female, 22, East Village, single, straight.
Day One
1:27 a.m.: At a Williamsburg bar celebrating a friend’s 21st birthday, I drunkenly tell the cute, very quiet boy that I have a crush on him. We try to explain to each other how awkward we both are, which is an awkward conversation.
1:29 a.m.: We make out. He’s a rough kisser and keeps biting my bottom lip.
3:00 a.m.: His roommate interrupts us having sex, killing the whole interaction.
9:30 a.m.: I have breakfast in Union Square with my very hung-over Best Guy Friend. On a dare, he asks out our cute waitress. He goes with, “Um, okay. So, I’m a mess right now, and in about twelve hours I’ll be a mess again, but sometime when I’m not a mess, do you want to, uh, hang out?” She says she has a boyfriend.
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The Pregnant WaitressOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Pregnant Waitress: female, 30, Long Island, waitress, married, straight.
DAY ONE
9 p.m.: Arrive to dinner with thirteen of my girlfriends for a bachelorette party. Suddenly self-conscious that everyone is hot, sexy, and showing skin. Though I’m not showing, my clothes are too tight to wear and I feel bloated, unattractive, and pregnant. Why did I have to get pregnant before summer?
11 p.m.: Get bumped into by several hot guys trying to get closer to my friends. Apparently I’m puffy and invisible.
Midnight: Pack the girls into my SUV and drive to another bar. They are loud, drunk, and screaming. I’m trying to enjoy, but I’m tired and feel my feet are swelling.
12:30 a.m.: Girlfriend gets in another fight with her ex’s new girl. Cops come. Arrest both girls. I spend a few hours in a police station until they release her.
3 a.m.: Come home. Husband tries to curl up next to me and feel my breasts. “Ouch! Don’t you know they’re sensitive?” I angrily roll over and go to sleep.
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The Randy Opera SingerOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Randy Opera Singer: female, 35, Upper West Side, married, and polyamorous.
DAY ONE
9:30 a.m.: Got up briefly, went back to bed and spooned up against my husband’s back, pressing up against him naked. Started feeling horny but still sleepy.
10 a.m.: Hubby rolled over on his back. I grabbed his morning stiffy; unfortunately, no time for sex because I had an audition. So I masturbated, trying not to wake him up.
1:30 p.m.: Admired a cute ass in jeans on the subway.
6:00 p.m.: Sent my boyfriend a text message telling him that I can’t wait to satisfy all his pent-up desires when he returns in a few days. He’s been gone a while.
6:30 p.m.: Told my husband he should surprise me sometime in his hot pants. I nuzzled, kissed, and licked his neck.
10:55 p.m.: Chatted with a platonic friend who is into BDSM and asked him why he wasn’t out at a dungeon. I told him how excited I am to have my boyfriend — who will be very horny after a month without sex — return.
1:30 a.m.: Another text message to the boyfriend.
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The Potential Future Sex WorkerOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Potential Future Sex Worker: female, 24, Sheepshead Bay, sales administrator, straight.
DAY ONE
9:00 a.m.: Woke up extremely horny, but unfortunately I can’t get laid because my boyfriend went upstate for the weekend.
1:20 p.m.: I see a girl with her boyfriend walking hand in hand and laughing. I get extremely jealous. I start to wonder if I can really make it the whole weekend without getting any.
3:15 p.m.: I call my boyfriend because I just can’t take it anymore and I’m willing to settle for phone sex. I get his voice mail.
5:30 p.m.: Boyfriend calls me back, but he’s at his grandparents’ house. The phone-sex idea is a huge bust, and I now realize just how long this weekend is going to be.
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The Mid-Divorce MotherOnce a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Mid-Divorce Mother: female, 50, Norwood (the Bronx), writer, straight, divorcing “after years of ambivalence.”
DAY ONE
6:00 p.m.: Dinner and drinks with four women, all over 50. They are all so intelligent, funny, evolved, and alive.
9:00 p.m.: Two of the women are a couple who met on an Internet matchmaking service four months ago. I wonder if I shortchanged myself in life by never truly exploring bisexual possibilities.
11:00 p.m.: Go to sleep on couch. Soon-to-be ex-husband of sixteen years sleeps in the bedroom, 15-year-old son in his room.
ByArianne Cohen
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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.
ByArianne Cohen
sex diaries
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.
ByArianne Cohen
sex diaries
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.
ByArianne Cohen
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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.
ByArianne Cohen
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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.
ByArianne Cohen
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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.
ByArianne Cohen
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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.
ByArianne Cohen
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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.
ByArianne Cohen
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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.