The Blissfully Engaged Web Guy

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Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Blissfully Engaged Web Guy: male, 27, corporate-Website producer, Park Slope, straight, recently engaged.

DAY ONE
7:20 a.m.: Roll out of bed with the usual morning stiffness. Stare at my fiancée’s perfectly toned body as the sun hits her exposed back. Tell myself how lucky I am that I have a fiancée who’s a dancer. The best decision I ever made was asking her to marry me. Hard to leave.
7:45 a.m.: Elevator with an attractive woman definitely wearing the same clothes she was in the night before. Ah, walk of shame.
12:08 p.m.: Daydreaming at work. Imagine what would have happened if I’d ravaged my fiancée this morning. Now have to stay at my desk unless I want my coworkers to see my excitement.

6:15 p.m.: Long workday. I am so bent up on tension that when I walk in the door of the apartment, I throw my fiancée on the couch and take her. I’d like to say I held out for a long time, but that would be a big lie. We have a promise to each other to try to make love every day we’re together, and we usually do.
10:30 p.m.: I nod off as my fiancée runs her finger up and down my stomach. I tend to have trouble sleeping and she knows exactly what to do.

DAY TWO
7:00 a.m.: Up well before needed due to an amazing dream with a famous adult actress. I grab the men’s magazine off the bathroom rack and take care of things before I hop in the shower. Head now clear.
3:40 p.m.: Work isn’t the most rewarding, but it is going to help me give my fiancée a great wedding.
10:50 p.m.: My fiancée is well taken care of. Her legs are pressed so tight on my head that I can’t hear her moans. Unexpectedly, she gets on top of me and we finish each other off at the same time, locked in 69.

DAY THREE
11:35 a.m.: My life is in a little bit of a panic, being a contract worker and not knowing if I’ll get hired on full time. Need to pick it up today.
1:13 p.m.: Walk around my office building and look up at the hotel-room windows, hoping to catch an adventurous couple. There’s just something about catching people at their most intimate state that makes my blood rush.
8:00 p.m.: It’s our weekly movie night with a couple we met when moving in. My fiancée's looking to make some friends since she moved to the city to be with me. Just one more reason to marry that girl.
8:30 p.m.: The movie so is boring that my mind wanders to the couple sitting near us. The woman is very attractive; the guy just looks like a guy. Every once in a while I wonder if I can somehow get him out of the picture so my fiancée and I can have a crazy night with the woman. We’ve never done that before, but it’s always been on my mind since we started dating in college. My fiancée had the hottest roommate that I swear would have been down for anything, but I’ve always been too jealous to share her with anyone.
9:00 p.m.: Halfway through the movie, I find myself staring more and more at the woman’s crossed and tanned legs stemming from her little khaki skirt. A little sweat beads on my head. Just a little nervous that her boyfriend might catch me.
11:30 p.m.: Our friends leave and as usual, my fiancée can read my mind. I swear the bed is going to break with our intense effort.

DAY FOUR
9:50 a.m.: Today’s a little depressing. My fiancée is gone to visit her sister. I hate when she has to take the subway alone and early in the morning. I can’t help but panic about what she might run into.
5:50 p.m.: I pick up a pizza on the way home.
7:05 p.m.: I know I’m alone, so I log on to one of my favorite streaming adult sites. I crank the volume up loud and really enjoy myself. It’s a little depressing that I get excited for a night like this.
10:45 p.m.: Video games. It was good to “nerd out” with my online buddies.

DAY FIVE
7:05 a.m.: Slept great solo. I am annoyed I have to work on a weekend, but time is money, and money is a house and a wedding. The things I do.
2:15 p.m.: I get a call on my cell phone and it’s a surprise! My fiancée is standing outside of my work building. I run down for a few minutes to say hi, steal a kiss.
4:10 p.m.: My day has been dragging because I can’t wait to get home.
7:50 p.m.: We’re sitting across from each other at a trendy little restaurant/bar in midtown. I thank the stars as I stare into her beautiful blue eyes. We find ourselves drinking an awful lot.
12:50 p.m.: After spending probably too much and drinking even more, we stumble and giggle back into our apartment building. It’s been a whole night since I had my fiancée, so we fall on top of each other and make fun, drunk, and loud love. Reminds me of the college days when we would do this in her dorm room as her roommate slept in the twin across the room.

DAY SIX
11:35 a.m.: I start the day late. It’s been my only day to sleep in with my fiancée. I take advantage of it and drag her into the shower for some morning action. She’s so hot that I can’t help myself.
6:30 p.m.: We take it easy at Central Park and order Chinese food. It’s been a while since we’ve had something really greasy so we indulge ourselves. My fiancée will probably complain to me that I need to go running tomorrow to make up for eating poorly. It drives me nuts when she nags me about working out.
1:05 a.m.: With my fiancée’s head on my chest, we finish watching some DVR shows. I try to get to sleep — if I’m supposed to go running tomorrow, I need the sleep.

DAY SEVEN
7:10 a.m.: I decide to go in late today and fall back asleep. Definitely a case of the Mondays.
8:15 a.m.: Never set the alarm to wake back up. Now I’m in a panic since I’m running really late. I throw on some clothes, give my fiancée a smack on her butt, then head out the door. I’m praying that work won’t be too upset. I’ve worked late and come in early often enough.
10:40 a.m.: I was two hours late today. Called work with an excuse that I had a doctor’s appointment. My fiancée said I shouldn’t lie, but I ignored her. This is the first time it’s happened for me, so they are fine with it.
10:00 p.m.: Feeling beat. I have the best fiancée. She gives me a massage all over my body until I pass out. I didn’t even have to ask. I used to worry about being tied down to one woman. But really, there is nothing better than having a woman you love rub you down as you fall asleep.

TOTALS: Four acts of intercourse; one act of cunnilingus; one act of 69; one act of full-volume Internet porn while fiancée away.