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 email@example.com. All entries will be anonymous.Diarist: Single professional in her early 30s living in NYC
MONDAY NIGHT/TUESDAY MORNING:
8 pm: Wine with J, 25-year-old hottie I’ve off-and-on been seeing. At one point I was so sexually attracted to him, but now … not so much. His laugh bugs me. I always find something that turns me off. We watch some TV, as he is too broke to even afford cable. He laughs obnoxiously at all the shows.
10 pm: Text from B, a guy I met the week before who lives with his girlfriend and who I’m majorly interested in. He asks if I’m out and about, but obviously I’m too busy to hang out.
12:15 am: I don’t want to drink anymore, but J’s laugh is annoying me so that I’ll never be able to have sex with him unless I’m drunk. I drink myself to a stupor, we end up having great sex, and then pass out.
7 am: I have to get ready for work. I just want J to be gone. I don’t plan on seeing him anymore.
TUESDAY NIGHT/WEDNESDAY MORNING:
8 pm: End up meeting M, one of the married men I’m seeing, out for drinks. Trying to move into the “just friends” arena with this guy because he is a great person.
10 pm: Text from J asking if I’m free the next evening. I suddenly am really busy with work stuff. Wonder if he’ll get the hint.
11 pm: After four martinis, M ends up back at my place. End up in bed for a very good time.
6 am: He is by far the best cuddler and we spoon all morning until getting up for work. I do believe this is the last time I will go beyond friends with this one. Apparently his wife isn’t really interested in sex with him, or so he says, and that’s why he keeps barking up my tree.
3 pm: Text from J saying how great the sex was on Monday night. Ugh.
6 pm: Attend a charity event. Meet a man that asks if I’m single. I am. I ask if he is and he says that he’s in the middle of a divorce. That’s OK by me. He gets my contact information.
9 pm: I go meet up with B and some of his friends. Where is his GF for heaven’s sake?
12 am: B and I end up back at my house. Find out his GF is out of town for a few days. Have great conversation and intense make-out sessions. I refuse to touch his thingy, but proceed to watch him play with himself.
2 am: He leaves unsatisfied.
6 pm: Text from J asking to hang out this weekend. I finally break the news that I am seeing someone and I don’t want to mess things up. Yes, I lie, but at least I don’t string him along anymore!
8 pm: Meet up with other married man for drinks before we attend a colleague’s party together. It’s been eight months since we’ve spent real time together. I tell myself I am not going to cave. Two drinks in, the look in his eye, the way he touches my butt as he scoots around me to go to the bathroom … I know I am caving.
1 am: He comes back to my place. We go at it like the world is coming to an end.
4 am: He leaves … not sure how his wife lets that one get past her.
TALLY: Sex with 25-year-old hottie, sex with two different married men, massive make-out session with guy who lives with his GF. Yes, I am likely burning in hell.