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The Horny Mommy

Once 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.

The Horny Waitress

Once 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."

The Hot, Busy Trainer

Once 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!

The Single, Hopeful, Unemployed Guy

Once 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!

The Phone-Sex Operator

Once 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.

The Recent Graduate

Once 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.

The Pregnant Waitress

Once 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.

The Randy Opera Singer

Once 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.

The Potential Future Sex Worker

Once 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.

The Mid-Divorce Mother

Once 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.

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.

The Busy Freelancer

Once 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.

The Twentysomething Mistress

Once 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 Player

Once 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.

The Separated Fortysomething

The 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.

Sex Diaries: The Bisexual Polyamorist

It'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.

Sex Diaries: The Crazy Co-ed

It'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.

Sex Diaries: The Swinger

It'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.

Sex Diaries: The Single Girl

It'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.

Sex Diaries: The Attached Villager

It'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.