In the style of the infamous New York Sex Diaries, Naked City is bringing you the day planners of denizens of this here city of angels and demons, chock full of their dreams, neuroses and desires. The Graphic Designer Who Fucks In Public Around Brentwood: female, 28, straight and obsessed with her new hobby of outdoors fucking.

8:34a.m. I wake up to the sounds of the landscapers next door. No need for alarm clocks ever again.

9:00a.m. Breakfast. I cook myself up an omelet, with orange juice and toast. I get a text from the lover asking about my morning. Sweet.

10:15a.m. Grab coffee at Starbucks. Watch the rich locals coming in with their children. Laugh at the 50-something, over-plasticized woman wearing sweatsuit set with rhinestone embellished hat. Too much makeup and terrible facelift. She's trying to be hip. Poor thing.

In the style of the infamous New York Sex Diaries, Naked City is bringing you the day planners of denizens of this here city of angels and demons, chock full of their dreams, neuroses and desires. The Social Media Strategist Turned Mushy Pollyanna from Hollywood: female, 30, straight and apparently, very much taken.

7:00 a.m. Lying in his arms with his gorgeous face nuzzled in my neck, I open my eyes to the sound of cars speeding below my window. I pull him close to me and kiss his forehead. How delicious is this? How magnificent is it to wake up next to a man who I am so clearly crazy about but does not make me crazy? I'm growing. I'm learning more myself. I feel free. I'm having the best sex of my life.

7:15 a.m. He raises his head and starts kissing me softly and slowly. We embrace for a few moments more. Then, I reach down to stroke him. He groans and reaches for my wetness. We caress and kiss each other more deeply. The sweetest comfort and undeniable electricity flows between us. He's teaching me Brownian Motion in the best way possible.

7:30 a.m. The condom comes on, and he enters me. His ocean blue almond-shaped eyes pierce into mine, as I clench him with every ounce of my Kegel muscles. My God, this feels so intensely correct, and yet like we're getting away with something no one else can touch. I can hardly stand it.

In the style of the infamous New York Sex Diaries, Naked City is bringing you the day planners of denizens of this here city of angels and demons, chock full of their dreams, neuroses and desires. The Sex-Crazed Personal Assistant Slave from Fairfax District: female, 27, Mid-City West, taken -- straight, no chaser.

6:00 a.m. Alarm clock goes off. My hand instinctively reaches for his cock, even though I'm half asleep. He's already hard and barely conscious.

6:01 a.m. Cell phone alarm clock goes off as I'm stroking him. He grumbles. I turn off phone, return to bed and resume stroking him while I nibble on his shoulder.

6:10 a.m. Still in bed. We're spooning, with his hard cock just outside my lips. He pulls out to feel his head wet and gets up and buries his face between my legs.

6:15 a.m. His stubble begins to annoy me and pull his face to mine to lick my cum off his face. He enters me.

In the style of the infamous New York Sex Diaries, Naked City is bringing you the day planners of denizens of this here city of angels and demons, chock full of their dreams, neuroses and desires. The Nympho In The Perfect Relationship: female, 28, Brentwood, straight, horny, wet and ready to go.

7:49 a.m. He's between my legs. I'm half asleep. I try to be appropriately responsive, but I'm half asleep.

7:53 a.m. I keep coming in and out. It feels amazing, like floating in light.

8:02 a.m. Somehow, I've positioned myself so his dick's in my mouth.

8:10 a.m. Wide awake, sucking dick like nobody's business.

In the style of the infamous New York Sex Diaries, Naked City is bringing you the day planners of denizens of this here city of angels and demons, chock full of their dreams, neuroses and desires. The Exec Boinking Two Women: male, 34, Santa Monica, straight, bored, lonely, efficient.

7:15a.m. Wake up. Browse e-mail on iPad, begin sorting things into folders based on urgency.

7:35a.m. Girlfriend exits the shower.

7:40a.m. I enter the shower.

In the style of the infamous New York Sex Diaries, Naked City is bringing you the day planners of denizens of this here city of angels and demons, chock full of their dreams, neuroses and desires. The Out-Of-Work Actress Who Is Sleeping With Your Boyfriends: female, 26, Santa Monica, straight, takenish but game for whatev.

8:34a.m. Nothing electrifies the morning-after for a man quite like a puddle of drool on his chest. Glad I can contribute. Lift head, wipe lips and chin, run a hand across his collarbone and shoulder, smudging the small pool.

8:35a.m. He stirs, light sleeper. I slip under the covers.

8:39a.m. He says something about the time or work. Too late, cock in mouth. Tickle head with throat muscles as it grows.

8:40a.m. He's so responsive.

In the style of the infamous New York Sex Diaries, Naked City is bringing you the day planners of denizens of this here city of angels and demons, chock full of their dreams, neuroses and desires. The Screenwriter Fueled By Longing: female, 31, West Hollywood, straight, busy, lonely, productive.

12:00 a.m. Take a break from writing to check the streams. Answer replies on Twitter, make sure my e-mail inbox has nothing important pending. Pour myself more coffee, light a cigarette, see what you're doing by checking your profiles on various social networks. Nothing. You are a feed on the internet, nothing more, you rarely update about your personal life.

12:13 a.m. Check the profiles of the people you might be with to see what you may be doing. They're more prolific than you are. They have pictures. Pictures of you in your real life. Or am I your real life? Or are both things your real life, neatly separated from your performances? Or do you never bother with such questions? I do. Sometimes I can't tell the woman from the writer. That's why I only write about you in the present tense. The woman can let you be. The writer is always trying to figure out an ending, tying all the loose ends, stuffing your evolution into the three-act structure.

In the style of the infamous New York Sex Diaries, Naked City is bringing you the day planners of denizens of this here city of angels and demons, chock full of their dreams, neuroses and desires. The Artist Dating More People Than She Know What To Do With: female, 28, Brentwood, straight, single and looking.


7:35a.m. Woken by construction workers remodeling neighbor's house following a late night. Disgruntled, contemplate flashing the workers through the window. Check iPhone instead.

8:40a.m. Showered, I try on new Clinique tinted moisturizer. Discover it makes me look like a ghost. Will switch back to Laura Mercier moisturizer. Apply Nars bronzer, Diorshow mascara and a little hair product I can't mention because it's a trade secret.

9:00a.m. Check e-mail, both work and personal, over breakfast: turkey bacon, waffles and orange juice. Prep to get some painting going.

In the style of the infamous New York Sex Diaries, Naked City is bringing you the day planners of denizens of this here city of angels and demons, chock full of their dreams, neuroses and desires. The Entertainment Journalist-Turned-Blogger and Her Many Exes: female, 33, Marina del Rey, straight, single and looking.

6:00a.m. Check iPhone for e-mails and tweets. See a tweet from a venture capitalist I used to date. Two weeks ago, he asked me if I would go to Mexico with him. His last three tweets are about his trip to Mexico with his new girlfriend. There are twitpics. What a classless piece of shit.

6:10a.m. Get out of bed and turn on the music for my daily meditation designed to extinguish past karmic energy. Repeat melodic chant for 11 minutes.

7:00a.m. Head to Bikram yoga class. Sweat profusely. Love and hate surge through my veins as the overzealous African American instructor with British accent tells the class that if we don't hold awkward pose for 30 more seconds we are all a bunch of "pussies." Favorite line: "Stick your ass out so far it's damn near offensive!"

In the style of the infamous New York Sex Diaries, Naked City is bringing you the day planners of denizens of this here city of angels and demons, chock full of their dreams, neuroses and desires. The Paralegal Obsessed With Guy From Last Weekend: female, 32, Marina del Rey, straight, single and looking.

6:00a.m. Check Blackberry for texts and Facebook notifications. Nothing back yet from the guy from James' Beach last Saturday.

6:10a.m. Take the dog on a jog, pick up some Jamba Juice.

7:00a.m. Get ready for work.

8:30a.m. On the 405, bored. Consider having a cigarette from that half-empty pack drunkenly procured over the weekend.