Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. This week, the 31-Year-Old Woman Developing a New Morning Ritual: Female, Office Assistant, Astoria, straight, 31, in a relationship.
1:04 p.m.: G-chatting with the BF and it has gotten a little hot and heavy. I’m suddenly very horny. Having been away the past couple days, I haven’t seen him, and wasn’t planning to until tomorrow. Make tentative plans to spend tonight with him.
1:15 p.m.: Former friend-with-benefits IMs me asking how the sex with the new BF is. I tell him it’s pretty damn good. Former FWB tells me sex with me was better than sex with his current GF. I tell him that’s too bad.
1:30 p.m.: Head into meeting with thoughts of the BF pounding me from behind.
6 p.m.: Buy new underwear so I have something to change into at the BF’s place tomorrow before work.
7 p.m.: Remind the BF he needs to call his friend to solidify tomorrow’s plans to go out on his boat. He makes the call and while he’s talking I decide to tease him. I push him up against the kitchen counter, and rub my chest against him. Then I turn around and rub my ass against his crotch. It’s fun to hear him try to sound normal on the phone, like nothing else is happening.
7:30 p.m.: Sex commences. I find my BF extremely sexy, partially due to his amazing hair. It’s black and shoulder length. I never thought I’d like long hair on a guy, but it definitely works for him. He’s Ecuadorian and much darker than my pale self, and that combined with his passion just drives me crazy. However, after three position changes, we both realize neither of us is going to have an orgasm, for some strange reason. It doesn’t bother us and we fool around a bit longer before settling in for cuddling and TV watching.
7 a.m.: One of my favorite things is waking up next to my BF. He loves cuddling and making out, and we usually spend several minutes doing this in the morning, whether or not it leads to sex. Sex is not on my mind this morning as I have to pee very urgently. But he’s hard and tells me he’d like a quickie. I tell him we can do it right after I go to the bathroom. He’s naked and donning a condom as soon as I get back. He gets on top and starts at a moderate pace. I’m not quite into it but at the same time am not minding it. As we kiss, I suck on his lower lip, which always draws a gasp from him and turns him on even more. He ups the pace and finishes sooner than I expect.
8:30 a.m.: We’re on the bus to Manhattan and the BF takes my hand. He always wants to touch me, wherever we are. Sometimes it bothers me, but this is okay. When he wants to full-on make out in the middle of Port Authority, that’s when my PDA-meter goes off and I become too self-conscious to oblige him.
9:30 a.m.: BF drops me off at my office, and insists on waiting with me until an elevator arrives. In the meantime, one of my company’s interns arrives to also wait for an elevator. BF and I have only been dating for about two months and I’m not ready to face a bevy of questions from colleagues, so I get a little bitchy with insisting that he get on his way. Fortunately, the intern doesn’t ask anything.
4:30 p.m.: BF meets me at my office and we head to my place. We get into a semi-serious conversation about our relationship, most of it negative. The discussion centers around how we deal with bad customer service situations, and he admits if he’s treated poorly he will cause a scene, and this really bothers me. But it’s all hypothetical and I end up with post-fight-wanting-make-up-sex horniness. He’s into it, too, and we’re running late to his friend’s place, but fuck it. After some making out, I crawl on top of him. This BF is the first man with whom I’ve been able to orgasm while on top. That’s what I want, so that’s what I do. He pushes back to give me clitoral stimulation. That in combination with his enthusiasm for my tits brings me over the edge. After I finish, we switch so he’s on top and he follows suit pretty quickly.
11:00 p.m.: At the BF’s friend’s apartment I get an IM on my phone from a guy I’d never met but had intended to months ago. He asks how I am and lets me know that he’s much less busy these days and would like to meet up next weekend. I let him know I have a BF now and am unavailable, but thanks for thinking of me.
11:30 p.m.: We’re on the BF’s friend’s air mattress in his living room to spend the night so we can get up early and get out on the boat. We can’t really fool around there, so we just cuddle and spoon before falling asleep.
10:45 a.m.: I take my T-shirt off while on the boat, in preparation for jumping into the ocean near Belle Harbor. My bathing suit is a tankini but still shows a lot of cleavage. My BF yells “woo hoo!” once my shirt comes off, and I shush him because I don’t like drawing attention to my large-ish chest. I put the shirt back on because I’m embarrassed, but minutes later take it off and jump in the water.
3 p.m.: We’re on the A train from Howard Beach to Port Authority. Being out in the sun and in the water has taken a toll on us. We’re tired and salty. I tell the BF that even though I’m tired, I’m somehow in the mood. We whisper dirty stuff to each other to keep the mood going. When in line for our bus at Port Authority, we agree we’ll take the last row of seats in the hopes that we can make out without anyone seeing. That is indeed what happens, and I end up showing more PDA than I ever have before. I let him feel my breasts and I rub his cock through his jeans. Eventually, he starts rubbing me through my shorts, but it’s too light and gentle to do much.
3:45 p.m.: We’re back at the BF’s place and although we both very much want to shower the salt water off of us, we want each other more. I jump on top of him because I’m so excited to have learned how to orgasm that way. I grab his chest and the BF tells me he loves it when I do that. He requests doggy-style and I happily oblige. He grabs my hair as he enters me and keeps it there as the sex picks up. I love it when he holds my hair, but it’s not quite long enough to be exactly comfortable and he knows that, so he lets go soon and smacks my ass. He tells me that watching my ass bounce around can drive him over the edge, and it does.
9:10 p.m.: I fall asleep exhausted.
8:30 a.m.: Wake up refreshed, and as usual in the mornings, the BF and I cuddle and make out. BF tells me he wants to fuck me, and I say he can as soon as I pee. I realize I’ve said this before and it’s kind of funny, but it’s far from a routine. I know I’m not going to have an orgasm, but it feels pretty decent with him between my legs, going at a slow but passionate pace. After a little while I tell him he can fuck me however he wants, which is code he understands for “I’m not going to come, so do whatever you want in order to get off.” He grabs the pillow underneath my head for traction and goes to town.
9:30 a.m.: BF is making out with me and is not particularly turned on, but I am, so I lie on my back and have him lie on my left side. I start masturbating with my right hand while he sucks on my breasts. I absolutely love this, and it’s my favorite way to masturbate when he’s with me. I orgasm in just about a minute, and the BF is impressed.
11:45 a.m.: The BF shares with me some hentai manga he’s into, and although this is new to me, it turns me on. Sex is certainly on the table but I’ve never seen him masturbate and I want to. I know he’s self-conscious about it, but he agrees. He pulls up a gang-bang porn video on his 55-inch TV, and I sit behind him while he watches to lessen my presence and make him more comfortable. I start masturbating and finish pretty soon, but silently so it doesn’t distract him. He gives up after a while and says he doesn’t think he’s going to orgasm because he did a couple hours ago. I’d like to think that’s the case, but wonder if he’s still too self-conscious. I don’t mind; it was still hot to watch.
2 p.m.: The BF tells me to “take it off.” Again, he wants sex but isn’t quite physically aroused enough, so he gets on top and fucks me for a few minutes, which makes him harder. I then crawl on top and start grinding. I get very close to orgasm and all of a sudden lose it. This happen about three times, and it’s getting frustrating. I blame it on the fact that the grinding motion is taking a toll on my thigh and butt muscles. I push through, though, and have one of the strongest orgasms ever. I ride him a bit longer until he finishes as well.
3 p.m.: I had not intended on spending the night, but I want to, and the BF wants me to as well, so we shop for a top I can wear to work the next day.
8 p.m.: It’s thundering out so we turn off the lights, light a candle, and create our own romantic atmosphere. The BF wants to go down on me. I’ve only orgasmed from oral twice before so I’m hesitant, but I let him. After about twelve minutes he has me climaxing. I won’t ever be hesitant again.
7:30 a.m.: I am really cranky and am not receptive to the BF’s affection. I don’t return his kisses and touches and he eventually leaves me alone. On the walk to the bus station I admit my crankiness and apologize.
1 a.m.: BF arrives at my place after attending a party. I’m already asleep, so although I think he would have enjoyed sex, it ain’t gonna happen, and he knows that. He crawls into bed with me and we fall asleep.
8 a.m.: The BF wants sex, and as soon as I return from the bathroom I oblige. Hmm … maybe this is getting routine. It is short and unremarkable.
9 p.m.: After the BF has some family over and I attend to some e-mails, we finally get some alone time. He asks me to go down on him. He’s uncut so I’m less confident in my skills than I have been with other guys, but he seems to enjoy it. After a while, I crawl on top of him and ride him till I orgasm, then stay there until he does.
1 p.m.: I’m at work and super-horny. Why can’t I be horny in the mornings? I won’t see the BF later today so I start thinking about masturbation options for when I get home.
7:30 p.m.: I think my three vibrators all have dead batteries, but I happily discover that one still has power. I spend a good 30 minutes searching through porn clips until I find one I really like — just some good old doggie-style. I’m so worked up at this point that I finish in seconds.
TOTALS: Two acts of oral sex; eight acts of intercourse; one act of assisted masturbation; one act of observed failed masturbation; one act of solo masturbation; one act of PDA boundary breaking.
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