The 25-Year-Old Inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey to Use Kegel Weights

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Once a week, Daily Intelligencer takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. This week, the 25-Year-Old Inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey to Use Kegel Weights: Female, 25, marketing coordinator, Lower Manhattan, straight, in an exclusive relationship.

DAY ONE

Noon Before Christmas, my boss offered for me to stay in his swanky apartment out of town for a weekend when it's empty (mostly as a consolation prize for no bonuses). I throw the idea of a sexcation to Boy, who has been my on-again-off-again-non-boyfriend for six-plus years. We've recently become exclusive.

12:04 p.m. He's down! And happens to be planning a trip in the same city in a few weeks to see his brother. This may actually happen. E-mail boss to see if the apartment is free that weekend.

12:15 p.m. Send Boy pics of the condo. He responds with "Damn, you'd look good naked there." I am immediately, and inappropriately, wet.

6 p.m. Finally done with the workday. Was supposed to see Boy tonight but it's been rescheduled for tomorrow instead.

8:30 p.m. Drinking wine at my apartment, still thinking about sex in the condo. That place would be the perfect setting for a high-class adult film starring me. Boy just so happens to be a filmmaker. I am hot and bothered thinking about it.

8:40 p.m. Go to my room and shut the door in case the roommate comes home. Decide to text a picture of my breasts in a lacy bra to Boy. "Good evening from your favorite titties."

8:45 p.m. Slowly touching myself. I'm aroused just thinking about Boy. We've been sleeping together for so long for many reasons, but it mostly boils down to mutual respect, which has allowed us to have some amazing sex.

8:50 p.m. I start getting into it and pull out my new pink Rabbit vibrator. It's got bunny ears that pinch my clit and it feels amazing. I decide to take a video on my phone for Boy of me masturbating.

8:52 p.m. I'm getting even more hot watching the screen. Decide I will delete the video as soon as I'm done. Suddenly, it seems too intimate to share with him.

8:58 p.m. I text Boy that I came while thinking about him. I decide not to mention that I filmed (and then deleted) the scene. He would've loved it and been very sad that I didn't let him watch. There's always next time.

9:45 p.m. Take a hit from my bedside bowl and pass out early.

DAY TWO

Noon Trying to make plans for tonight with Boy. Looks like we're heading to his place in the outer boroughs after work.

3:38 p.m. On the phone, he's telling me what he's going to do to me tonight. He wants to ride my face ("respectfully, of course") and come all over my breasts. I'm down. Pleasing him turns me on like nothing else, and I know I'll get my turn.

6:40 p.m. Boy meets me at my apartment after work. I grab my stuff and we head to his place. Boy tells me that the long ride will give us a good appetite, both for food and for each other. He says the sexiest things.

7:40 p.m. Boy and I have a few drinks at his place before heading out for food at a local bar. This exclusivity business is a big move for us. We've known each other for more than a decade and have always had feelings for each other, but it's remained distant and mostly physical for a long time and I never totally understood why. I'm happy that I stuck around and waited it out until the time was right. It seems that that time is now and so far, it's been better than I could have imagined.

9 p.m. Back at Boy's, hanging with his roommate. The three of us are sharing a blunt. Boy and I keep looking at each other with knowing eyes.

10 p.m. Finally we are able to get into his bedroom. We are naked in less than ten seconds. It's all a bit blurry from the wine and weed.

10:03 p.m. He picks me up and sets me on his desk. I am dripping wet. He enters me standing up and I want to touch every single part of him.

10:07 p.m. We move to the bed. He starts going down on me and we lock eyes.

10:10 p.m. He flips me over and enters me from behind. He slaps my butt (I love it) and grabs my hips.

10:15 p.m. He pulls out. We flip over so he can come on my boobs. Some gets on my face. He loves it and laughs.

10:30 p.m. We head back out of the bedroom, and resume chilling with Boy's roommate. More weed, more wine.

DAY THREE

10:37 a.m. Wake up surprisingly late, Boy is still fast asleep. I try to sneak out of bed to get in the shower, but I wake him up. I tell him I'm jumping in the shower. I figure if he wants to join, he will.

10:50 a.m. I am just getting out of the shower when Boy decides to join me. I drop my towel and get back in.

10:55 a.m. I find kissing in the shower to be so sexy. Boy starts rubbing my clit and I wrap my hand around him. There is so much lust between us, and it doesn't seem to be abating anytime soon.

10:57 a.m. I kneel down to give him a blow job. He moans and leans his head back.

10:59 a.m. He pulls me up and turns me around so I'm facing the far wall. He enters me from behind and grabs my breasts. Even though I love shower kissing, neither of us is crazy about shower sex and get annoyed with it within two minutes.

11:05 a.m. We get out of the shower and continue in bed. He spoons me and holds me close to him as we have sex. He comes on my butt and manages to not get it everywhere.

12:10 p.m. I head back into Manhattan on my own. I have errands to run, things to do, people to see.

9 p.m. I order some weed from my delivery guy and prepare to have a quiet, relaxing Saturday night.

DAY FOUR

9:30 a.m. I wake up early to pick up bagels for a brunch I'm hosting with some girlfriends.

Noon Brunch is filled with girly conversation, mimosas, bagels, and a joint. It is rare that we are all able to get together, so we take advantage of it.

4:30 p.m. The last of my guests leave. It was a good time. We all caught up and talked about our respective love lives.

6:30 p.m. Have an interview tomorrow, so I'm picking out my outfit and prepping myself.

7 p.m. I go to pick up my dry cleaning and realize I also need lube. I head to Babeland to quickly grab some. For some reason, I make friends 100 percent of the time I go to the sex store. Tonight, it's two girls also looking at lube. We discuss the pros and cons of various lubes. I make a mental note of the ones they recommend, but they are expensive, so I stick with my usual, the store brand. I use it for sex (we don't use condoms). I also take a quick look around the store to see if there's anything that I could buy for Boy's birthday in a couple days. I've been wanting a riding crop for him to spank me with, but for some reason he's not into it. I sadly leave with only a small bottle of lube.

DAY FIVE

7:30 a.m. I wake up filled with nerves. Not only do I have an interview this evening, but I'm also taking Boy out for his birthday. In the past, I have gotten him small tokens for his birthday, a book or just a card. Tonight I'm going all out and taking him to a fancy cocktail bar for some rare whiskey.

3:26 p.m. I haven't been able to focus at all today. Too many nerves and it's making my stomach hurt. I wish at least my interview had been in the morning. I've been watching the clock, and it hasn't seemed to move.

7:40 p.m. Interview went well! I have high hopes that I got the job. I take my phone out of my pocket to text Boy the good news and that I'm running a little late, but I see he has already texted me. An emergency has come up and Boy is forced to cancel our plans. I am beyond disappointed.

9:15 p.m. Decide to walk around with my new Luna Beads in (I need lube for this). I bought them about a month ago. Boy knows about them but hasn't really shown any curiosity about it. Maybe someday. They're those beads they use in Fifty Shades of Grey. They force you to do Kegels, which enhances your orgasms. I have a hard time orgasming during sex, so I'm hoping they work. Pace around my apartment with them in for about 30 minutes, then get bored, open a bottle of wine, and go to bed early.

DAY SIX

8:30 a.m. Today is Boy's birthday; he's 26*. I had planned to give him an amazing good morning birthday blow job, but alas, I wake up alone. Luckily, Boy's emergency has been somewhat sorted out and everything will be okay. We decide to reschedule birthday plans in a few days.

12:30 p.m. I'm still hoping to see Boy tonight after his birthday meal with his family. I remind him that a birthday blow job is waiting for him.

6:30 p.m. I get home from work, and I feel like crap. I text Boy that I'm really sorry but I can't keep my eyes open and pass out before the clock strikes seven.

DAY SEVEN

7:30 p.m. Find out I got the position that I interviewed for! I'm beyond happy. I can't wait to celebrate with Boy later.

9:30 p.m. Boy shows up at my place. I am so excited and so grateful that I get to celebrate with him. He buys me a bottle of wine and we go up to my apartment.

9:45 p.m. We start kissing in my bedroom, and our clothes come off quickly. We have lots to celebrate, plus with the emergency and my cold the night before, we are anxious to get at each other. Boy leans me over the bed and enters me from behind. He pulls my hair and spanks me. I take out my Rabbit vibrator and use it on myself. I come, and then he pulls out and comes on my back.

10 p.m. Boy and I are relaxing, drinking wine together in my bed. I am happy.

TOTALS: Three acts of intercourse, one with vibrator use; one act of shower sex; one act of fellatio (given); one act of cunnilingus (received); two acts of masturbation with a vibrator; one Luna Bead Kegel workout; one sexcation planned.

*Due to a typo, Boy's age was originally reported to be 36. He is 26.

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