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I had one of these on Saturday
We had an adventure to Centre Island planned, and the weather was perfect. Sunny blue skies, with a little breeze and all the time in the world.
We woke up late in the morning and started the day with lazy-morning sex. Perfect after a night of sexy dreams.
Sometime just after noon, we emerged, and went to Cora's for a big healthy breakfast to precede our day of "unhealthy" illegal consumables. We walked down to the pier, but we didn't realize that the ongoing worker's strike would shut down the ferries. We considered not going to the island, but I'm very thankful we payed the extra $10 each to get across: The island was empty.
We sat on a bench by the water and tripped in the shade, watching the trees and boats and birds as we giggled and kissed. It became cool, so we walked to the sunny beach on the Southern side. We sat on the pier overlooking the lake, and were happier than what seems possible. We tried play chess in the park, but I couldn't remember the rules. We laid down on the rocks, and I slid my hand up his shorts as we kissed.
We stopped when a family came close, but were able to keep playing as it grew dark and the last few people left. I was brave from the delerium and arousal, and I took him into my mouth. Despite everything, we didn't climax yet.
It was cold after dark and we had woken up from our dreaming. We smoked a joint to steady ourselves, and took a fast boat ride home. The driver played bad porno music, and the other couples seemed to enjoy the ride as if it were a cruise. We giggled and laughed as I was sprayed by the lake.
We got home, tired and aroused, and ate pizza and fucked and slept. The perfect lazy burnt-out evening after the perfect exalted delirious day.
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who am I to refuse the universe?
-Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
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