Sex IRL: The intern who sat on her boyfriend’s face for the first time

Sex IRL is a series by babe dedicated to detailing the ups, downs and in-betweens of real girls’ sex lives. It’s unfiltered, graphic and, most importantly, real. This week, a 21-year-old intern who sat on her boyfriend’s face for the first time while he visited for a long weekend. They also had sex like a million times. 21, straight, Los Angeles.

Thursday

10 a.m. I’ve only been at the office for an hour but it feels like a million years. My boyfriend is visiting from San Francisco where he’s working for the summer and I haven’t seen him in six weeks.
5 p.m. I am literally so excited to get out of this office to see him when he texts me and tells me his flight was delayed. Fuck my life.
6 p.m. My co-workers ask me to drinks. He’s not coming until later, so I decide to go out.
6:45 p.m. His flight is cancelled. I order a shot.
8:45 p.m. I stumble into a Mexican restaurant with two of my coworkers and down an entire plate of tacos.

Friday

5 a.m. I don’t remember what the fuck happened last night. I don’t remember anything past the tacos, but apparently I cried then went home. I took the day off in advance to spend the day with my bf, but now all I can think about is the pounding in my head and the fact that I’m about to lose the food from last night.
10 a.m. I lay in my bed in agony for five hours before he shows up. I feel so pathetic telling him I am literally too sick to jump him then and there. We just lay in bed and catch up, which is nice. And he brings Advil with him everywhere, so I take a few of his – I’ve been too cheap to buy my own medicine.
11 a.m. We have lunch plans with his friend in Hollywood, so we head out kind of early and grab a cup of coffee at a cutesy coffee shop.
1 p.m. I finally feel like a human again after eating some fried potatoes and toast. The car ride home is excruciatingly painful, because I’m suddenly remembering I’m a sexual being again.
2 p.m. The traffic was terrible, and we finally get home. Thank god my roommates work, because the first go is like something you see in a movie. Slamming doors, getting thrown onto the bed, then a pretty passionate quickie that transitions from stare in your eyes, God-I-love-you to getting my hair pulled. I missed this.
4 p.m. I feel blessed that my guy can get hard again like a million times, we’re still going. I’ve finished at least four times.
6 p.m. We wake up from a nice, cuddly nap then realize we have plans that night. We shower together, eat a quick dinner, then head to my friend’s apartment for a pregame.
11 p.m. Everyone else is heading to bars. We had every intention of going out that night, but we decide in whispers to tell everyone we have early morning plans. We really just want to fuck again.
12 a.m. Naturally, we have to get drunk food before we go home. It’s a relationship rule. We split a large order of fries.
12:30 a.m. We have the perfect good-night sex. The kind you can only really have with someone when you really love them. Kiss on the forehead, sleepy, cozy sex in Missionary.

Saturday

9 a.m. Begrudgingly wake up way too late to drive all the way to our breakfast plans outside the city.
9:20 a.m. Take a quick morning shower together – he loves to wash my hair, which is probably the most cringeworthy thing I’ll say in this entire diary.
10:30 a.m. Finally get to the breakfast place almost an hour late. It’s with another couple we know from school, which is fun. They aren’t too mad we’re late – I guess it’s not the worst thing to be stranded at a restaurant with your significant other.
12:30 p.m. We don’t have tons planned for the weekend since he’s been to L.A. before and seen all of the touristy stuff. We decide to go to an arcade – I’m trying really hard to make sure it’s a weekend based around what he likes.
1:30 p.m. We drive back to my neighborhood and go to my favorite independent bookstore there. Yes, we’re complete and total nerds.
2:15 p.m. Neither of us slept well because it was so hot last night, so we go back to take a nap. Of course, napping devolves into sex. Well, kind of sex. We have a very intimate 69ing experience in my room, which was already 9 million degrees. I had never sat on someone’s face before, and it was a truly life changing experience.
2:45 p.m. We basically spend the rest of the afternoon sexing in our favorite ways, since it’s been so long. The standout was definitely a simultaneous orgasm with me on top – it’s the only way I can get off during sex.
5:30 p.m. We decide we should probably put some clothes on, and plan a night out for ourselves.
6:30 p.m. We get to a nice restaurant and buy dinner. He buys, of course.
7:30 p.m. We go to a fun cocktail bar that also has cigars. I cough when I smoke, and he always laughs at me. We spend the night there talking. Dates that feel like dates are always refreshing in a long relationship, so I have so much fun.
9:30 p.m. We stop by a new bar that serves free pizza. Relationship weight is so real.
11 p.m. We Uber home tipsy and fall instantly asleep, since we didn’t really “nap” earlier.

Sunday

10:30 a.m. It feels so good to sleep in a bit. I roll over and wake him up because I am very needy for attention in the morning. He’s leaving today, which makes me tear up a bit while we’re warm in bed together.
10:45 a.m. We have cuddly morning sex after I have a nice cry about how we won’t see each other again until we go back to school. I ask him to move his flight, but he has work in the morning.
11:30 a.m. We grab sandwiches and take them to the beach. We have a good conversation about the future, which always makes me feel better about the time we’re going to be spending apart.
12:45 p.m. We decide to grab a bottle of champagne for mimosas back at my place. We sit on the balcony and have a few drinks each.
2 p.m. We hook-up one more time before he calls the Uber. I’m a little bit tipsy and giggly as we sleep together, but it’s fun couple sex that makes us both really happy. I lay on him the entire time we wait for the Uber to get to my apartment, then we have a good make-out before he leaves.
2:30 p.m. Luckily, I have plans with a friend soon, so I can’t cry. Sunday is a perfect day for day drinking, so we head to a nearby outdoor restaurant and drink the day away.
8:30 p.m. By now, I’ve had quite a few cocktails and a really great burger. I walk home and fall asleep almost immediately, right after calling him and complaining how I wished he was here.

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