The Administrative Assistant Learning How to Use a ‘Spreader Bar’

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Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. This week, the Administrative Assistant Learning How to Use a "Spreader Bar": Female, administrative assistant, Crown Heights, 26, straight, in a relationship.

10:00 a.m.: I wake up next to my boyfriend who, until a few days ago, was my long-distance love. He's finally made the move to New York, and we've basically spent the last few days cuddling and being obnoxiously cute.

I wake him up by playing with his cock. He tells me this is a pleasant way to start the day. We make out, and I jerk him off until he comes. I lick it up. He goes down on me, and the combination of his mouth and his fingers is amazing. A pleasant way to start the day, for sure.
12:45 p.m.: We have lunch with an old friend of his in Midtown. I like seeing him interact with people he's known forever. On the train back to Brooklyn, I cuddle with him as much as possible without being those people.
12:15 a.m.: We fool around some, touching each other and kissing a lot. The novelty of being together in the flesh hasn't worn off, so we have been ridiculously touchy with each other since he arrived. We fall asleep before we get much further than that.

DAY TWO
9:00 a.m.: Even though it's my day off, the alarm goes off early (for us) so we can do some errands. We snuggle a little, but we're both too sleepy for sex, plus we know if we start, it'll be that much harder to get up.
8:45 p.m.: Back home after a long, non-sexy day of wandering around Manhattan, getting necessary stuff done. We decide to spend the night in and hunker down on the couch to watch Black Sunday.
9:15 p.m.: We don't get very far into the movie before we're touching each other, both pretending we're still watching. We go to the bedroom instead.
9:35 p.m.: I deep-throat him for a long time. When he's about to come, I tell him to fuck me, and he does. He pins my wrists together above my head — I love that feeling, and I struggle against him so he'll hold me there harder. He growls at me: "Where do you think you're going?" I use my legs to pull him into me deep, and he comes like that.

DAY THREE
11:30 a.m.: We sleep in late — very late. Boyfriend and I cuddle for a while. I had forgotten how nice it is to wake up next to someone you really like. We're goofing around, then I end up on top of him — he loves the feeling of my tits against his chest — and we have slow, satisfying sex. I yell so loud when I come that I'm sure the neighbors hear. Oh well.
1:45 p.m.: Boyfriend is helping me put up some shelves I bought, but apparently the walls in the kitchen of my new apartment are too crooked for them to even hang right. As a thank you for his valiant efforts, I get him a glass of water and sit on the counter, biting my lip. It works, and we have an intense, sort of sweaty make out session next to the failed shelf.
1:53 p.m.: Too hot in the kitchen. We move to the couch, where I get on his lap and we make out some more.
2:01 p.m.: My panties are off, his pants are down, and we have sex on the couch. I ride him so hard that the couch is making suspicious squeaking noises. We briefly giggle about the possibility of breaking the couch, but don't slow down. I come, hard — this is one of my favorite positions. He doesn't, but he doesn't mind. We cuddle on the couch for a while, half-clothed.
6:45 p.m.: I'm getting ready for dinner at a friend's house when I remember the sexier-than-normal bra I bought just for this occasion. It's black, with sheer lacy cups that you can just barely see through. I put it on and come out to the living room to show it to my boyfriend. He likes it, and I tell him I want him to think about me wearing it under my dress, all through dinner. He promises he will.
10:30 p.m.: Leaving a very pleasant evening. I am tipsy and ask him if he was thinking about my tits during dinner. He says he was, constantly. I don't want to wait for the train, so we grab a cab back to my place.
10:37 p.m.: Boyfriend has his arm around me in the backseat of the cab. I lean into him and run my fingers faux-nonchalantly over the crotch of his pants. I can feel him getting hard. I can't wait until we're home.
11:05 p.m.: Back home, we get into bed and have sex immediately, me on top. He pinches my nipples and slaps my ass as I ride him. I lean back with my hands on his thighs and get lost in how good it feels. He loves when I come like that. I do too.

DAY FOUR
7:18 a.m.: Back to the grind. The alarm wakes up my boyfriend, who pulls me against him so I can feel how hard he is. I know I should get up and get ready for work, but it's too tempting. I push him onto his back and get on top of him, riding him for a while. He grabs my breasts, hard. I know I'll be feeling it all day — he has a history of leaving my breasts completely bruised after we see each other. I get up and go shower before either of us come, to tease him a little.
12:30 p.m.: I get a bright idea, and email my boyfriend asking if he wants to go shopping after work. We've been talking about getting some gear for a while now. He enthusiastically agrees.
3:35 p.m.: Thinking about what I want to buy later, starting to think that the workday might never end.
5:15 p.m.: We meet outside my building and head up to The Pleasure Chest in the West Village. It's like a candy store of fucking. I barely know where to start. We decide to limit ourselves to bondage this trip, and pick out a spreader bar with loops for my ankles and wrists, and soft bondage rope. I can't have rope burn showing on my wrists at work.
6:35 p.m.: We try to do some book shopping, but we keep looking at each other and getting too excited. We decide to go home and play.
8 p.m.: He straps my ankles into the loops and lays me down on the bed on my stomach, hands tied behind my back. He proceeds to give me a good, thorough spanking, first with his hand, then his belt, until I'm screaming into the pillow. We understand each other's limits pretty well — we rarely need a safe word. I can feel how red my ass is; it's burning hot. As I'm recovering from the spanking, he flips me over and puts two fingers inside me. As I get close to orgasm, he reaches up and grabs me around the throat, choking me slightly. It's a great orgasm. He gives me a few moments to recover, then unhooks my ankles and pushes me to the floor. I go down on him while on my knees, hands still tied behind my back, while he calls me his dirty little whore. He's fucking my face more than I'm doing anything, really. He comes in my mouth, which I love. I think we made the right purchases. I'm absolutely drained after this, so it's an early night.

DAY FIVE
7:09 a.m.: No sex this morning, I really don't want to be late to work. Plus, I'm sort of sore from having so much sex. I forgot what that was like. I'm out of practice. I sneak out of bed and get ready without my boyfriend even waking up.
5:45 p.m.: I get home from work feeling really sick to my stomach. We had plans to hang out with some of his friends, which I feel bad about having to cancel, but he assures me it's not a big deal. We just lay in bed most of the night, working on our individual laptops and cuddling.

DAY SIX
7:15 a.m.: No sex again this morning. I want to make sure I'm not actually sick and don't do something like throw up on him in the middle of fucking.
11:15 a.m.: I've come to the conclusion I'm not really sick, and I email my boyfriend to that effect. He's pleased.
3:15 p.m.: Since we were long distance for so long, we have quite a cache of very dirty emails. I reread one of my favorites at my desk, about him waking me up in the middle of the night by tying me up and whipping me. I can feel myself getting very turned on, and decide to quit before I have to do something about it.
9:45 p.m.: We decide to get high and watch porn. We pick a fetish/bondage video with a lot of our favorite porn actors in it. We skip around scenes, agreeing that pony play is too silly.
10:20 p.m.: Along with dirty emails, phone sex was a big part of our relationship. Watching a scene where a couple dominates another woman, we get inspired to talk dirty to each other, about the threesomes we want to have, and the ways in which he's going to tie me up. It's strangely really exciting to talk dirty face-to-face, and he can tell how much I like it, so he goes down on me for a long time. It feels so good that I hold back as long as I can, until I have an amazing orgasm. I apologize for tiring his tongue out. He says it's worth it.

DAY SEVEN
7:36 a.m.: Slept in a little too late today, so no morning sex for another day. I am kicking myself about this, because I am definitely in the mood.
5:35 p.m.: My boyfriend isn't around when I get home, so I get down to my underwear and decide to take a nap. He comes in as I'm half-asleep and lays down next to me. Us taking a nap together almost never works, particularly when I'm undressed, so within minutes, we're heavily making out. He asks me to play with myself with my vibrator for him, and I do until I orgasm. He's really hard, and I finish him off in my mouth. By this time, we're actually tired enough for a short nap.
11:25 p.m.: We see two movies, Lemonade Joe and Happy End, wacky, surrealist Czech comedies from the 60s, in Williamsburg, and then get burritos and beers — not the ideal combination for a sexy night. When we get home, we decide to just go to bed, but as we're lying there, he slowly pulls my panties down, and starts pinching my nipples one at a time. I ask him if he wants to go down on me — a totally loaded question. He does, while I keep grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipples the whole time. I have another great orgasm, and move to do the same for him, but he wants to lay together instead. I fall asleep spooned against him, with him running his fingertips over my body. I could definitely get used to this.

TOTAL: 5 acts of intercourse; 3 acts of oral sex received; 3 acts of oral sex given; 1 intense bondage session; 1 dirty email read at work; ridiculous amounts of cuddling and making out.

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