When I enrolled in graduate school, I knew it would demand time management, focus, and stamina. I just didn’t realize how much of those things I’d also be devoting to my extracurricular interests — which, for the most part, revolve around my sex life. But here we are, and since I love writing about the real-life sex lives of college (and grad school) girls, I’m here to share some stories of my own.
I’m a second-semester grad student living in a big city, and I’m a Libra constantly chasing balance — between productivity and procrastination, self-care and going out, being a serious academic, and a girl who is in love. After four rigorous years of undergraduate studies, my time finally feels like my own: classes, side hustles, workouts when I can manage them, and of course, my boyfriend, who plays a starring role in all of this.
Normally, Liam* and I see each other once or twice a week, because adulthood and calendars are cruel. But this particular week was stacked with lots of one-on-one time, and our love languages of quality time and physical touch were definitely honored. We had parties, birthday dinners, football nights, and hangouts that turned into full-blown sleepovers.
So, consider this your official invite to follow along as I navigate deadlines, some dumb decisions, and a very eventful 10 days of being booked, busy, and horny.
Friday, Jan. 9
We went to Liam’s work party, and I’m really glad he asked me to be his plus-one. It felt grown-up and indulgent in the best way. There was wine, good food, and that quiet thrill of being on his arm all night. Afterwards, he drove us back to his apartment so we could change. We were supposed to meet some of his friends at a local bar, but we both gave in to what we actually wanted and stayed in.
Things started the way they usually do: Netflix. We put on a movie fully intending to watch it, but not even five minutes in, we were already making out and completely ignoring the screen. Suddenly, he unhooked my bra, and I fumbled with his zipper. We fell into our usual rhythm, teasing and touching our most sensitive areas.
To speed things along, I climbed on top, and we settled into one of our favorite ways to give and take at the same time: 69. There’s something undeniably hot about being completely in sync like that, feeding off each other’s reactions, knowing exactly how to push each other closer to the edge.
When we were both nearly undone, he flipped me onto my back, missionary style, and everything finally came together. It didn’t take very long for either of us to completely unravel after that.
By the end, I was doing my best not to fall asleep right there, especially since I had work first thing in the morning. (Spoiler: I did fall asleep. And somehow still dragged myself to my 8 a.m. shift the next day with a very smug smile on my face.)
In all my years of being sexually active, I’ve never ridden someone before. I know, that’s like sex 101, but can’t a girl enjoy being a pillow princess without judgment?
Saturday, Jan. 10
We got back from one of my friends’ birthday parties at an arcade, and we were feeling adventurous. Earlier this month, we set a New Year’s goal to try new positions, and maybe even try some backdoor action. Tonight, we chose cowgirl.
In all my years of being sexually active, I’ve never ridden someone before. I know, that’s like sex 101, but can’t a girl enjoy being a pillow princess without judgment?
I didn’t start fast, partly because I wanted to make sure we were both feeling good, and I was suddenly very aware of the power shift. Finding a rhythm felt like learning a new dance — a little awkward at first, then smoother and more confident. Every movement made me feel more in control, more present in my body, and honestly, a little proud of myself. His hands followed my hips in encouragement, and the look on his face told me everything I needed to know.
Sunday, Jan. 11
Now that I’m in a long-term, serious relationship, I can confidently say there is no better feeling than waking up next to your favorite person and immediately getting close. Our spooning naturally melted into a rhythm, soft and teasing at first, then more urgent, until he rolled on top of me and took me with a deliberate weight. I wrapped my legs around him, inviting him deeper.
Then, when we were both wide awake, he flipped me around into doggy until we both collapsed, breathless but laughing between kisses. There’s something about lazy Sundays like this — no rush, no noise, just us. We had the whole morning and most of the afternoon to ourselves, drifting apart and coming back together again. By 2 p.m., we finally wrapped up, and he drove me home so we could tackle chores before the week began.
Monday, Jan. 12
I had a crack-of-dawn shift at 4:30 a.m. today (yikes), so I was way too tired to do anything, even by myself. I stayed over at a friend’s place that night, too, and it’s obviously girl code not to touch yourself in someone else’s bed when they’ve graciously let you crash.
Tuesday, Jan. 13
I got my period this morning. Sigh. Liam and I have had sex on my period before, but I wasn’t sure if I would see him yet.
Plus, it was my first day of classes, and I was mega stressed — assignments piling up, Canvas taking forever to load. But I was still super horny, so I pulled out my trusty Plus One dual vibrator and went to work. Within minutes, I calmed down enough to bang out (pun intended) some assignments for my online courses.
Wednesday, Jan. 14
Today was a marathon: writing shift from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m., cranking out school assignments from 1 to 5 p.m., then over to my part-time job from 5 to 8 p.m. I barely had a second to breathe, let alone hang out with my bright pink Plus One friend.
But that never stops Liam and me from having fun. Even when we’re apart, we text each other… and then it always slides into sexting. It started innocently enough: “Can’t wait to see you next,” with a few kissing emojis. And then it escalated — not nudes, but messages about what we wanted to do when we finally saw each other. It was so hot.
Forget the vibrator. I wanted to melt naturally and explore my body on my own.
Thursday, Jan. 15
It was Thirsty Thursday, and nothing gets a girl feeling extra naughty like a night out with the girls — laughing, sipping, maybe getting a little tipsy — and then heading home for some well-deserved me time.
I took it slow and sensual tonight. Forget the vibrator. I wanted to melt naturally and explore my body on my own.
Don’t get me wrong, I adore my sex toy. It gets me there fast, but sometimes I overstimulate if I rely on it too much, and that makes me a little nervous for the real deal with my boyfriend. I wanted to make sure I was still sensitive, still fully ready for him, so it was all about feeling myself the natural way.
Friday, Jan. 16
I’m not going to lie… I was a little hungover this morning, and I felt absolutely terrible. I had a lot of fun the night before, but my body didn’t get the memo about all of the excitement. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe it was just my way of reminding myself to take it slow for now.
Saturday, Jan. 17
Two things in my life that mattered most to me tonight: sushi and sex. Liam and I reunited and indulged in both. After dinner, we went back to his place to “hang out,” and his roommates had a friend over, which added a certain thrill to the evening. My boyfriend’s room was right next to the living room, which meant we had to tread carefully.
I felt a little guilty darting to his room, abandoning the social scene I usually thrive in. There was a brief moment of saying hello and catching up with everyone, but my mind was racing ahead of reality, imagining what would happen once we were alone.
The second the door clicked shut behind us, all that guilt evaporated. Not even 10 minutes later, the world outside the bedroom disappeared. Hands roamed, lips found lips, and our quiet little cuddle session escalated.
It got messy in the best way. Within minutes, I was silently squirming, lost in the heady mix of being teased, sucked, and fingered. What felt like seconds was actually hours of gasps, shivers, and quiet moans filling the room. By the time the clock struck midnight, we went all in: full-on, no-holds-barred, legs-over-shoulders sex that left us sweating and entirely consumed by each other. I just hope the friend was actually gone by that point.
Sunday, Jan. 18
My boyfriend and I aren’t exactly early birds, but for some reason, we were ready to tailgate for the Sunday football game like pros. I woke up to slow, scorching kisses tracing my neck, and I could feel sparks under my skin. He nibbled just enough to make me shiver, and before I knew it, I was under the sheets, kissing something else entirely. And that was just our warm-up.
We went back to sleep for a little while, but round two was right around the corner. A couple of hours later, I rode him like I owned the field — hands gripping his headboard, eyes locking with his, teasing every inch until he almost fumbled the ball right there.
We were supposed to get to a friend’s house by 3 p.m. for kickoff, but of course, temptation struck again. While getting ready, he bent me over the side of his bed. He spanked me just hard enough to sting, and when he kissed the spots afterward, the mix of sharp pain and soft heat sent me over the top.
Somehow, we made it to our friend’s in time for the national anthem. And during the game, I actually caught up with some school assignments. Balance!
*Names have been changed