Welcome to the Frisky “Sex Diary,” in which an anonymous person shares the details of her sex life over the course of a few days. Sometimes these entries are filled with revealing romps, while other times there is nary a naked moment in sight. Some of these diarists are frequent contributors. Want to share a page from your sex diary? Email diary@thefrisky. All entries will be anonymous.
DIARIST: 23-year-old professional, dating C. for the last four months.
SATURDAY:
4:30 pm: I get a call from C. confirming that I still want to hang out tonight. He suggests ordering in or grabbing a quick bite, then hanging out back at his place and watching a movie. I had the exact same plan in mind, since we both went out with our respective friends Friday night and were looking for a quiet Saturday evening. I agree to meet him at his place at 7. In the meantime, I hop into the shower and start to get ready. To shave my lady parts or not to shave my lady parts? Eh, it’s time-consuming and I’m not sure if C. really cares, but I do it anyway.
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7:15 pm: I’m late getting to C.‘s place because parking where he lives can be tricky, but I found a spot a few blocks away. He buzzes me into the building and he’s left his door unlocked so I can come right in. When I come in, he stays on the couch—which seems odd to me, but maybe I’m strange—but immediately greets me with a kiss when I sit down beside him. He smells amazing.
8:15 pm: We’ve finished eating the Thai food that we had delivered and are an hour into the movie he rented. I lean against him and he drapes his arm around me. He kisses the top of my head and absentmindedly traces patterns on my skin with his fingers. He’s a reserved guy, and over the past few months, the small, sweet gestures have increased steadily and I love that I can tell he’s becoming more intimate.
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Source: Food Revolution Network
9:30 pm: The movie has ended and he’s switched over to TV. We start chatting about nothing in particular. He teases me about something, and when I turn my head to face him, he cups my cheek and slowly kisses me. I suddenly feel as though my bones have disappeared and I’m made of rubber. He swings my body around and pins me down on the couch, kissing my neck and nibbling my ears. I’m straddling him on the couch when he suddenly wraps his arms around me and picks me up, carrying me to his bed. At this point, I’m so turned on that he could have asked me to do anything and I probably would’ve said yes.
We begin to strip each other down and a huge part of me wants to ask him to go down on me, but I chicken out. It’s ridiculous. I’ve never had a problem asking a guy to do that for me before, but with C., I can’t seem to make the words come out of my mouth. I know he’d do it, but I’m suddenly shy. We have deliciously hot sex and afterward, he pulls me over to him and we cuddle. We chat for a while, and he lightly slaps my ass and I tell him that if he keeps that up, he’s going to have to contend with turning me on. He slaps my ass again, harder, and we start making out again. This time the sex is slower and sweeter. He’s on top and I open my eyes. He opens his eyes, places a hand on my cheek and kisses me deeply. After we’re done, he pops out of bed to get us some water. He comes back and we cuddle and chat until around 1:30 in the morning. I fall into a deep, contented sleep.
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Source: Savvy Tokyo
SUNDAY:
9 am: I wake up to find C. climbing back into bed. His breath is minty fresh as he leans over and kisses me. I give him a quick kiss back, then jump out of bed to brush my own teeth and pee. Get back into bed, have great morning sex. I have to meet friends at 11—and need to shower before that—so I take off after about 10 minutes of pillow talk. He tells me he’s probably going to be out of town next weekend and wants to hang out during the week if I’m free. He says he’ll call me on Tuesday.
9:45 am: I’m walking to my car. I’m glad there aren’t many people around because I can’t stop smiling to myself like a fool. I really like C. and I have so much fun hanging out with him. Plus, he’s sexy and great in bed. We’ve been sleeping together for three months, and while I’m proud of myself for finally letting him know that I like to be spanked, I’m upset that I still haven’t asked him to go down on me. I’m also wondering why the hell it’s taking me so long to clue him in to some of the things I really enjoy in bed. I told the last guy I dated what I liked almost immediately, but in retrospect, I wasn’t that crazy about him. Maybe this is a sign that things with C. are different? Maybe I’m nervous about exposing myself completely when I know I’m emotionally invested? Or maybe it’s a sign that I’m not as outgoing as I thought …
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Source: today
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