Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. This week, the 21-Year-Old Who Likes Sex Better When She’s High: Female, 21, Toronto, college student, in an open relationship, queer.
DAY ONE
1 p.m. Wake up feeling groggy and guilty for wasting the morning. I couldn’t fall asleep until six in the morning, and even then I was only able to knock myself out by smoking a joint then masturbating while reading some erotic short fiction. Normal people would’ve just taken a sleeping pill. Orgasms work, too.
3 p.m. The plan for tonight was to go out with my boyfriend and a group of our friends. Get a text from one of my friends saying he can’t come out. After texting back and forth between everyone who was supposed to come out tonight, we decide to postpone.
3:30 p.m. Boyfriend calls me and we decide to just head out by ourselves tonight. I want to go to a strip club.
4 p.m. Snuggle in bed while furiously typing away at a twelve page essay I should have finished two days ago. Remind myself that I need to practice better time management skills.
7 p.m. Boyfriend finally arrives, and his face is frozen from the walk from his car to my front door. We curse the early onset of Canadian winter and decide to stay in for the night. As much as I would have liked to have gotten a lap dance, I’m secretly thrilled about our decision. I’ve been horny all day and it would be nice to just stay in and focus on sex.
7:30 p.m. Perch ourselves in bed with Another Gay Movie (total camp), a joint and a couple of drinks. We alternate between smoking and making out.
7:40 p.m. I’m stoned. He’s stoned. I need to get laid.
7:41 p.m. Boyfriend is stripping down on my bed. I watch and immediately get wet thinking about what’s to come.
7:44 p.m. He yanks my panties down but leaves my little cropped tank top on. He kisses down my stomach and starts eating me out. Not too long, he flips me on my side and he spoons behind me. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex stoned, I forgot how sensual it is and how heightened your sense of touch becomes. I beg him to for sex, and he starts teasing me by only touching me lightly. I writhe in frustration.
7:55 p.m. He finally obliges. After a few minutes, he lifts me up and takes me over to my desk and bends me over it for sex.
8:12 p.m. I take him back to the bed and go down on him for a bit. Then we have missionary position sex until he pulls out and comes on my breasts. I don’t come, but I don’t really care; the sex still felt great.
1:17 a.m. After an extended nap, we have sex again. It feels great, although the pot has left us feeling pretty burnt out. We stop and decide to get some sleep instead. Tonight didn’t end up being the night of marathon sex I expected, but it was still enjoyable.
DAY TWO
9:03 a.m. Wake up. Feel better about getting up at a decent hour. Kiss boyfriend awake. He wraps his arms around me and we doze off together.
10:09 a.m. Boyfriend is in the kitchen making us breakfast. I sit in the living room texting friends of ours about when we’re all going to meet up in the afternoon. We’re going to the Everything to Do With Sex Show.
1:35 p.m. Arrive at the convention centre. Follow the hordes of overweight, middle aged suburbanites through the hallways to the show. Boyfriend, friends and I look at each other and realize we’re the only queer people in attendance.
1:49 p.m. Yay! A play dungeon! I scope around, but decide not to partake. Boyfriend is hesitant enough to engage in BDSM with me at home, let alone in public. Briefly wonder if my ex’s new girlfriend would object to us doing scenes together. It’s been so long since I’ve been whipped and dominated. I miss it.
2:35 p.m. Friends, boyfriend, and I have decided we’ve seen enough. The event offers nothing for queers. Opt to go to a greasy spoon for some poutine instead.
8:22 p.m. Boyfriend and I get back to my place. We immediately rush to the bedroom. He starts going down on me but I tell him I want intercourse. He tosses my legs up and obliges.
8:40 p.m. I get on my hands and knees. He knows I love anal, but he’s making me ask for it. “Where do you want it?” he asks. I tell him; he makes me repeat it. Slowly, he starts; I want it so bad, it doesn’t even hurt.
8:43 p.m. He never lasts long when we have anal. He pulls out and tries to come on my butt, but he shoots so hard it ends up on my back, my hair, my sheets. I start working my clit to finish myself off. I have a light orgasm, and we drift off to sleep.
DAY THREE
8:49 a.m. I wake up before my alarm. I guess my body knows it’s back to school/reality.
9:10 a.m. Make myself some breakfast and do some school work on my laptop. Dread the workload I have this coming week. Two jobs, an internship, and full time school can be a handful.
10:15 a.m. Go back to my bedroom to find boyfriend awake. I ask for a quickie before he goes off to class for the day. After a warmup blowjob, I straddle him. I come after only a couple of minutes. I keep going and make myself come again. (I knew I had it in me!) When he flips me over, I have to bite the footboard to keep myself from screaming. He pulls out and comes on my butt.
10:32 a.m. Boyfriend cleans me up and kisses me before going off to school.
6:42 p.m. Decide I need to take a break from looking at line after line of code. Take my friend up on her offer to hang out at her house.
7:23 p.m. Friend is lighting us a joint in her kitchen. I’ve smoked more pot in these past three days then I have in the past two months combined. We talk about her ex, about movies we’ve seen, and her new job. She asks if I can get her pot. I text my dealer for the first time in three months. He tells us to be at his place in an hour.
8:02 p.m. Get my friend her stash. She’s happy as a clam. I enjoy her company but also just want to get home and finish some work.
9:02 p.m. Start finishing my essay. Boyfriend calls me. He accidentally took my car keys and offers to come over to drop them off. I tell him to motor over. Promise myself I’ll finish my work before I submit to my urges to straddle him on the couch. I always get so horny when I’m stoned.
11:34 p.m. Boyfriend comes over with my keys. We sit on the couch while he watches TV and I finish my essay. I start to feel extremely shaky and sick. We decide to go to bed and finish my work tomorrow.
DAY FOUR
9 a.m. Boyfriend drives me to my internship.
4:30 p.m. Finish boring day at my internship, but at least I got to watch the news and finish my paper under the guise of “research.” (The perks of interning at a TV station.)
8:04 p.m. Boyfriend and I finish class and decide to grab some dinner. I’ve barely eaten in the past two days. I’m full after eating a salad and feeling tipsy after one beer.
2:30 a.m. I can’t code anymore. I’m falling asleep sitting up with my computer. Boyfriend takes me to bed. I feel bad that we haven’t had sex for two nights in a row, but he understands. We’ve both been busy from school/work.
DAY FIVE
10:30 a.m. Finish meeting at school. Hole up in a secluded part of the library and get cracking on another research paper. Get sidetracked and start looking at Pyrex dildos online instead.
11:45 a.m. Text with my ex about going out together sometime soon. We decide we’ll go to a queer party in two days. Kill time between classes and head to the crowded tourist trap of a mall literally next door to campus. Wonder what life would’ve been like if I went to the Hogwarts-like university a few subway stops away.
5:06 p.m. Meet up with my boss for a couple drinks to discuss a new project.
11:30 p.m. A couple drinks turned into eight. My boss makes a pass at me. I refuse, then wonder if this bar is actually the set of a crappy soap opera.
12:30 a.m. Boyfriend and I are in bed. I’m extremely drunk and upset and he calms me down. We eventually drift off to sleep.
DAY SIX
6:30 a.m. I wake up feeling sick and disgustingly hungover. I shake my boyfriend awake. He needs to get ready for an early meeting. He gets me extra-strength Advils and a giant glass of water that I down in ten seconds. He tucks me back into bed and I go back to sleep.
9 a.m. Wake up, remember I was supposed to meet friends for breakfast before class in half an hour. Rush out the door and let them know I’ll be late.
4:30 p.m. Lounging in bed with boyfriend. Text with a friend I had sex with a few weeks ago about hanging out tonight. (My boyfriend and I have been dating for a year and a half, and it’s always been an open relationship.) She invites me to her house. I tell my boyfriend, and he tells me to have fun. I reach down his pants. He’s hard.
4:31 p.m. I’m so wet, we don’t even need foreplay. I feel a really intense orgasm coming on, but I want to build it up. I ease up and grind him slow. He grabs my hips, eventually having one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. I guess a few sessions of not coming will do that. I’m trembling and collapse into his arms with him still inside me. He flips me over and finishes by coming on me again.
11:30 p.m. I’m drunk on the floor with my friend. She’s one of those girls who doesn’t wear makeup yet is still insanely beautiful. I get on my hands and knees and kiss her.
11:45 p.m. I kiss her all over and run my hands all over her body. It’s not long before I start going down on her. She starts twitching and shaking.
2 a.m. We’ve been having sex for two hours straight. My jaw is tired. We go to sleep.
DAY SEVEN
8:30 a.m. Wake up and go home to nap, do work and laundry.
8 p.m. Meet up with my ex. We go to a housewarming party for a friend of hers. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her. I almost forgot just how beautiful and sweet she is.
11:30 p.m. We arrive at the queer party at a bar not too far from the housewarming. It’s 99 percent gay men. We still have fun dancing with them.
2:30 a.m. I take the streetcar with my ex to her girlfriend’s house. My boyfriend is going to pick me up in the neighbourhood. We make out the whole ride there. She gives me a final kiss goodbye before leaving. If she wasn’t also in an open relationship, I’d feel guilty.
3:10 a.m. We get home and go to the kitchen to get some water. I blow him, as I’d wanted to do in the car. We go to bed. He’s happy I had a good time and teases me for being a slutty drunk.
TOTALS: Six acts of intercourse; one act of anal sex; six orgasms; two blowjobs given; one long act of cunnilingus (given); one short act of cunnilingus (received); one drug run.
