Wake up at 6 am while the moring sun is still on the horizon.
An ONS bringing me a hot cheese pizza with salami and silently saying with a cute smirk "last night was fun, we should it again sometime". I say devilishly in a whisper "thank you. Yeah, but not right now".
While I'm enjoying this large oily pizza , my best friend calls me and says lets go fishing.
I, while feeling ecstatic and confident about myself, accept the offer. It's one of my favorite childhood hobbies.
While sitting in the passenger of a red, recently waxed chevy and him in the drivers seat, my mate pull out a joint and says"wanna hit it?"
We hit it and roll down the windows. The radio starts playing some Milky Chance and slightly warm breeze blows through my hair. I've figured life out.
After a good hour of listening to music and enjoying the trip, we get to a lake. It's in the middle of a forest. No unnatural sounds. It's feel a bit eery but, by the time we got our fishing poles prepared, the deep conversations change it to a relaxed setting.
We are fishing, drinking, talking. Life is good. Not a single cloud.
It's around 7 pm. We decide that we have a good amount of fish. It's time to cook.
While I gather some tinder for the campfire, my friend prepares the fish. As soon as the campfire is lit and starts to burn the bulkier logs of willow, my friend pull out a guitar from the back seat of the chevy and passes it to me.
I play some sad songs by Dauther, Lil Peep, Milky Chance and we talk about the old days while the outside part of the fish is simmering.
The meal is not important, we are having a good time but it's time to head home.
When we are nearing the city, that ONS texts me "Hey baby, are you free tonight?
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I get home. Five minutes later, a knock on the door is heard while The Weeknd is softly playing on a speaker set.
The dark green dress she is wearing on her hourglass-shaped body looks perfect with that ginger hair and freckled face.
I calmly say "Come in".
We open up a bottle of wine, have a chat about the banal lives people live. At this point, half of the bottle is gone. We are getting closer and closer to each other. The topics shift to more sexual ones. Her eyes light up like the night sky full of glistening stars.
I kiss her. It's a slow kiss. I can taste Cherry-flavoured lipstick on my lips. I pull her in closer and we are making out.
Time loses its meaning. She's wet. My dick is hard. The pieces of clothing start coming off.
I'll leave it up to your imagination on how I throw her on the king-sized bed and fuck her like no one ever before but that is what I would consider a perfect day.
