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Arianne Cohen Archive

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.

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