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, Bushwick, “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.
DAY 2
1:00 a.m.: Watching movie, Fiancée has fallen asleep. Girlfriend and I rub each other’s feet and calves. Desire builds, but nothing happens.
10:30 a.m.: Wake up, ready for action, Fiancée and Girlfriend still asleep. Wander around apartment a bit, then read in bed.
12:15 p.m.: They finally wake up. Morning sex. Nice. Girlfriend doesn’t come, though.
11:45 p.m.: Fiancée and I are tired, but Girlfriend has some energy. She says she has surprise for us, then does very exotic striptease with several layers of sexy lingerie. We perk up. Great sex afterward. All in all, it’s been a phenomenal weekend sexually.
DAY 3
7:15 p.m.: Attend a polyamory social happy hour. Not really in the mood to be there. Even though several ex-lovers are there, any sexual thoughts are fleeting.
DAY 4
3:30 p.m.: Mostly nonsexual day, even in thought.
7:00 p.m.: Went to meet designer acquaintance about lighting project for upcoming party. He and his wife play with other couples, but me and Fiancée have never hooked up with them. Ponder that possibility on way home. His wife is sexy.
DAY 5
6:00 p.m.: Meet Fiancée at jeweler in East Village to order wedding band.
9:15 p.m.: In the middle of a lot of work on computer for upcoming party, overhear Fiancée talking to Girlfriend on the phone. Lose focus as I fantasize about something we didn’t get a chance to do with a toy.
11:45 p.m.: Fiancée and I are both exhausted, but we want to try. We go down on each other, but there is some breaking just to talk. There is a real ease to sex after many years that truly warms me. She comes, and we finish with nice spiritually connected missionary sex. Afterward, she reminds me of something I sometimes do orally when I zone out that doesn’t feel so hot for her. Glad she feels comfortable bringing this up, but I’m disappointed in my tired lack of focus. (Also disappointed that I wasn’t comfortable enough to mention that her breath smelled of the onion soup she had for dinner.)
DAY 6
2:15 p.m.: Running errand in Chelsea, reminded of lover I had who lived down here — shit — ten years ago! Asked me to choke her when we had sex. I get a little excited at the memory.
9:30 p.m.: Out at a bar to celebrate a friend’s birthday. A largely polyamorous, attractive crowd. Been a bit under the weather lately, so I’m only up for being here for an hour or so.
DAY 7
7:30 p.m.: We cancel plans to go to a dance party in the Russian Baths. I give Fiancée a gift. We’re very physically affectionate to each other all night, but neither feels up to sex. We’ll save our energy for the weekend.
TOTAL: Sex five times (two threesomes), one blow job, one act of cunnilingus, and sporadic fantasies.
