Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the 29-Year-Old Desperately in Love With a 19-Year-Old: Female, Bensonhurst, straight.
10:30 a.m.: He calls me from work, and I ignore the call on purpose to seem not so interested. He's 19, and I'm 29. This is my tactic to keep him interested and wondering what I'm doing.
10:33 a.m.:: Two minutes later I feel stupid for not answering his call because I really want to hear his voice. I contemplate on whether to return his phone call, but don't.
5 p.m.: I return his call, knowing he's not going to answer because he is on the train coming home from work. I leave him a voice mail asking him to call me back when he hears this. I wish he would come over tonight, but he's very inconsistent.
10:30 p.m.: He has not called me back, I'm frustrated. Though we broke up a year ago, we usually see each other quite often; however it's not clear if he is my boyfriend once again. I'm still in love with him. I want him to come over so badly. Don't want to pressure him, because it's the reason we broke up in the first place. I begin to think, What do I do to keep him interested and wanting only me?
Midnight I text him to tell him that I'm thinking about him. He texts back, "Really? Why?" I send him a picture message of myself wearing a sexy white teddy. We engage in a brief text-message sex, and I hope this will entice him to come over. He texts me back to tell me I look really sexy, he hopes he can see it one day in person. That's it? Ugh!
12:01 a.m.: I go to bed disappointed and alone, so much for good phone sex.
9:30 a.m.: He calls me from work. I answer this time. He asks what I'm doing later. I say I'm not sure, call me later.
8:41 p.m.: No call from him yet. Oh how frustrating.
10:30 p.m.: He calls me, finally, and asks if it's still okay for him to come over. Of course, I say yes after lying and telling him I'm just getting in so he wouldn't think I was by the phone waiting for his call all night. I was by the phone waiting for his call all night.
11:30 p.m.: I set up my apartment to seem as if I went out, throwing on a sexy red dress, sexy knee-high blacks boots. Coat and handbag thrown on the kitchen table.
11:32 p.m.: He arrives, looks at me, and asks me, "Where did you go looking like that?" I say out with a friend. He sits on the couch and pulls me over, lifts up my dress. He starts pulling my hair, spanking my ass, and telling how he doesn't like that I went out without him looking all sexy. Rough sex ensues and he sleeps over.
10 a.m.: He calls me from work. I don't answer the call. He calls again. Again, I don't answer. I'm trying to pose a challenge.
10:30 a.m.: I'm on my laptop ordering him a pantygram to send to his job. This will make him get a hard-on and want to come straight home to me when he gets it. A pantygram, for those who don't know, is a very sexy heart-shaped pair of red panties in a black envelope with a message. My message is, "Hold these for me, keep them close to you, and if you want to see them on you know where to find me."
11 a.m.: He text me and asks why didn't I answer his call. He asks if he can come over later, cook for me, and maybe watch a movie. I say yes.
7 p.m.: He comes over. He is making me hamburgers. I hug him while he is trying cook. He takes one look at me, pushes me against the kitchen sink, pulls down my panties, raises my left leg so that it's on the sink and he does me from behind quickly.
7:15 p.m.: Those hamburgers were so good. Burnt, or shall I say "well done," but taste good anyway. So worth it, I tell you.
10 p.m.: We lie in bed together, watch a movie, cuddle, and fall asleep.
9 a.m.: I wake up and I can't stop thinking of him. He's already gone, and I want him so bad again.
10:12 a.m.: He calls me to find out how am I. I want to tell him that I need him, but I don't.
3 p.m.: Still thinking about him, I'm so horny and dying to see him. I
want to masturbate, but I don't because I don't want to lose the urge to have his big, hard penis instead of my blue Krystal Wabbit vibrator.
10 p.m.: I call and desperately ask him to please come over.
10:30 p.m.: He arrives, comes through the door and I jump on him. I tackle him down until I get him to fall down on the living-room floor; I give him a blow job that I notice made his toes curl. He then turns me over on all fours and does me doggy style on my living-room floor.
10:39 a.m.: We wake up together in bed. He has a morning hard-on and I of course want him again, so I get on him and ride him like a wild horse. He loves every minute, I can tell by crazy facial expressions and the moaning which guys hardly ever do.
11:30 a.m.: We are exhausted, and we start dozing off. He hugs me. Oh, how nice.
1:47 p.m.: Feeling rested, we go into the shower together, rub some of that wet platinum premium body glide which stays slick under water so he slides in and out with more ease from behind while my body is pushed up against the wet shower tiles.
8 p.m.: He asks me can he stay over. I say yes. Wow, what a great day, and I get to sleep with him again, yay!
7:30 p.m.: Haven't heard from him all day since he left my apartment this morning. What is going on? And why can't I stop thinking about him?
8:14 p.m.: I am on my laptop, looking at porn on pornhub.com, and thinking how I love the way he touches my body, in a way that makes me melt. I want him, ooh!
Midnight: Still haven't heard from him. I go to bed hot, bothered and frustrated.
1 a.m.: He sends me a text message to say good night. That's all folks, can you believe it? Ugh!
11 a.m.: He calls me and tells me that I am so crazy. He got the pantygram I sent to his job. He tells me he wants to see the panties on me.
11:15 a.m.: I'm so excited, the pantygram actually worked! Yay!
6 p.m.: He arrives. I model those sexy, red heart-shaped panties for him, and he goes wild. He rips them off me and throws me on my couch, puts my legs up against his chest, and begins to penetrate. Ooh wow! We didn't even make it to the bedroom.
11:38 p.m.: We cuddle, and I think, Oh, how I love him. We fall asleep.
Totals: Six acts of intercourse, one act of oral sex, three purposely missed phone calls, one act of porn surfing, and one pantygram.