NewsJune 14, 2011 at 10:31 am

Whartonites Like It On Top

The feature diarist this week from Daily Intel’s Sex Diaries “dates” a Whartonite living in London, although that doesn’t stop her from being a whore finding plenty of other guys to use as material.  The self-proclaimed “sorority princess” from Morningside Heights engages in frat boy foreplay, TA flirting, and best of all, a Skype session with the BF in which he suggests “doing it on a pile of money.”

“Is this normal Wharton behavior?” she muses.  We weren’t aware this was a thing, though the later mentions of reading The Economist and discussing their futures in Westchester together sound pretty standard.

In case you haven’t dug deep into the annals of UTB, we used to have our own version of Sex Diaries, which you can read here. Curiously enough, no one’s done it on a pile of money… yet?

PennetrationMarch 15, 2010 at 1:00 pm

Pennetration, Edition 6: The Spring Break Booty Call

This year for spring break, I didn’t go to the Acapulco or Cabo, like most Penn students. I didn’t even do something “different”, like go on Alternative Spring Break. Instead, I took the most boring possible route and went home for the last ten days, to my boring, tri-state area home and hung out with old high school friends.

Seeing high school friends brings back all sorts of memories—as a Junior, I’ve been away long enough to really lose touch with all but the most important people. One of the few people I do keep in touch with is my former boyfriend; let’s call him Adam.

We dated, in a very high school sort of way, with lots of public break-ups and intense make-ups, the summer in between senior year of high school and freshman year of college. It was summer love at its best—very passionate, and based on very little actual substance. But if nothing else, Adam and I had a great physical connection. I decided to give Adam a ring (or, more honestly, an awkward text) to see whether he’d be home and what he was up to this Spring Break.

He was properly excited to receive my awkward text, and responded in the affirmative that he would be around, so the textual flirting began around Valentine’s Day.

It started out innocently enough, but one too many Long Island Ice Teas at a Blarney’s Sink or Swim and the dirty texting commenced. At first it was just the standard (“What are you wearing?” “What are you thinking about?” “I want you so badly,” for those of you who do not engage in this kind of licentious behavior), but after a week or two, the real fantasies came out. Read the rest of this entry »

PennetrationMarch 8, 2010 at 6:08 pm

Pennetration’s Pause

Since it’s Spring Break, there’s no Pennetration this Monday. But we want to implore you to get off your computer and go do something scandalous! Just remember enough of your adventures to send them in for next time.

As always, you’ll be totally anonymous by spilling to contact@underthebutton.com. Bonus points if they involve a sombrero, a ski instructor, or both.

CampusMarch 1, 2010 at 1:00 pm

Pennetration, Edition 5: The Story Of Teeth Girl

Take a break from midterms and feast your eyes on this tale of booze, campus bars and would-be debauchery. And for all you complainers, this one’s written by a dude. As always, your comments (nice or mean) are appreciated.

“I could totally drink you under the table.”

I waited for her to chuckle. Explain she was kidding. Say she was really drunk. Anything. Attractive girls do this all the time; they try to pique a guy’s interest by challenging him—usually in play wrestling, poker, drinking or some other activity at which males are clearly superior and know it. It is a frequent, albeit juvenile, flirtation ploy. But Teeth Girl stared me down in a way that meant business—no coy glances or coquettish smile, only a stern look that meant one thing: a serious challenge.

I was conflicted. It felt wrong on many levels. She was three weeks into college, too young and stupid to know better, and fairly drunk to boot. Ah, screw it, I finally decided—it’s just a fucking drinking contest, not Russian roulette. Nobody is going to die or get hurt.

Tomorrow, we agreed, we would start fresh in my room. She came over to my place around nine to commence the festivities. We did the first three rounds consecutively. She kicked back shots of Barcardi like a guy. She showed no sign of any strain—her face devoid of the sneer-shudder common after taking shots. Read the rest of this entry »

PennetrationFebruary 22, 2010 at 3:00 pm

Pennetration, Edition 4: The Coincidental Abroad Hookup

In this week’s installment of Pennetration, we bring you across many timezones to Australia. The famed junior semester abroad is supposed to be a “cultural experience,” but usually ends up being fueled by sex, drugs and techno music. You take your pick with this tale from way down under:

Before I set sail for my semester abroad in Australia, I frequently fantasized about the possibility of getting lucky on a beach with a gorgeous Australian surfer boy who would rock my world down under, over, and every way in between. But a month and a half in, my fantasies had not yet been translated into reality, leaving me frustrated, horny and on edge…going out every single night with a mission to get some from any man, nationality aside.

Until one night, the most bizarre, coincidental and sexy encounter of my life occurred. My friends and I arrived at a swanky Sydney nightclub, and the first thing I did was look for the nearest bathroom. The downstairs line was ridiculous, so two friendly Australian girls insisted I go to the upstairs bathroom with them where the line would be shorter. I was standing the bathroom line in this bar I wasn’t even planning on going to in the first place, when a hot Aussie man in line behind me decided to strike up a conversation. I mentioned I was from New York, and he responded that he had spent a summer there as a camp counselor. Instantly I realized why I kind of sort of recognized him. Read the rest of this entry »

PennetrationFebruary 15, 2010 at 1:00 pm

Pennetration, Edition 3: The Inexperienced Freshman And The Sentimental Frat Guy

I was a prude. It’s pretty undeniable. In high school, the pool of eligible bachelors (if you can call them that) seemed exponentially smaller every year, so let’s just say the sex scene at college was a shock to me. Here I was, the same skinny long-haired brunette I had been four months earlier, but now boys were not just interested, they were pursuing me! Things moved rapidly: the second night of NSO I innocently asked an older boy where the bathroom was and five minutes later he was convincing me to come back to his apartment. Needless to say, my freshman year very quickly became an experiment in regrettable hookups.

Fast forward to second semester. I felt infinitely more comfortable in my skin than I had just months before. And after yet another relationship/hookup/arrangement/whatever-you-want-to-call-it fizzled, I had no qualms about going out with the intention of getting some. And that is exactly how the following story started.

Read the rest of this entry »

PennetrationFebruary 8, 2010 at 1:00 pm

Pennetration, Edition 2: I Did It With Tucker Max

In the second installment of Pennetration, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Penn’s sexual elite, a Penn gal writes of her encounter with the infamous blogger/self-proclaimed asshole Tucker Max.

Let me preface this with: Tucker Max is the fucking man.

I could try to describe his greatness, but I’d prefer to use his own words. As Tucker writes in the introduction to his website, “I get excessively drunk at inappropriate times, disregard social norms, indulge every whim, ignore the consequences of my actions, mock idiots and posers, sleep with more women than is safe or reasonable, and just generally act like a raging dickhead.”

I’ve always sort of fancied myself the female equivalent of Tucker Max. He has unquestionably been one of my biggest influences, in both my personal conduct and my writing style.

When I was a sophomore in high school, one of my male friends introduced me to the Tucker Max website. Right away I thought, “This dude is awesome!” I read through his many chronicles of drunken debauchery, which many times made me laugh so hard that I cried, and found myself strongly identifying with Tucker. When I heard Tucker was going to be in town…Continue reading.

UncategorizedFebruary 1, 2010 at 1:00 pm

Pennetration, Edition 1: The Newly Single Junior Girl

We’re proud to present the first installment of Pennetration, UTB’s new sex diary column, featuring sex, vice and everything nice on our Ivy League campus. If you like what you see and are bold enough to divulge your escapades, send a note to contact@underthebutton.com. We’ll keep your identity under wraps, promise! Without further adieu, introducing our first brave volunteer: The Newly Single Junior Girl.

My sex life as a single chick in college began at the beginning of junior year when I was dumped by my boyfriend of over two years. I was shocked and heart-broken, but probably should have taken a cue from our sex life. We hadn’t had sex in weeks, despite my silent but extremely eager horniness. While I was emotionally destroyed, I still had a desperate desire to fuck. Needing to change my mindset about what was sexually off-limits for me, I threw myself into the flirting game. Even though I was shaking my ass and having fun, this was not the tactic that got me my first post-dumping fuck.

And so I met a well-endowed freshman. Continue reading >>

PennetrationJanuary 25, 2010 at 1:30 pm

Coming Soon: Pennetration, UTB’s Sex Diaries

Given the name of our blog, we figured it was probably about time we got a little sexier and a bit more scandalous. After all, sex sells, right?

With great anticipation, we announce UTB‘s newest venture: a weekly series of Penn sex diaries.

Have you ever done it under the button? Slept with a TA? Had an epic walk of shame? Whatever your story is, we want to hear it. If you’re interested in spilling your hot and heavy beans, let’s get in touch. Send us an email at contact@underthebutton.com.

If you’re concerned about your reputation, we take anonymity seriously, so your identity will be concealed.

Check back next Monday for the first installment.