Waking up with a rising hard dick, I'm not sure where i am; but moderately, everything starts to looks familiar, so it is not far away from home. Mornings: is as if all the blood and strength passes and activates my dick first before it reach my brain. The cool air breezing my nude body. Fap myself, wait a minute, my dick is very mess. Some one must be messing with it. My body is quite very cold. Where is my pajamas and my duvet. On my right is the rocking curtains. The windows, must be un-closed. On my left, the duvet. On this chilly condition, i how could i forget to cover me. A lump elevation in the middle of the duvet. Someone must be in it. Who can it be? My memory, unfindable. Thats what i call the brain of a modern mind: in a modern man. Waking up early with nothing on its mind. Simple like that. Whats this in my mind that i cant remember. Yesterday is gone, but why is it haunting me. There must be something misterious about today. Take a deep breath to gain enough courage to un-revel the duvet. A gougious nude lady. Long silky hair, stiff tits spicing up the un relating tits; and important of all, the up_kept genital. Very beutiful. Who she is isnt very important compared to the situation am in. But i cant, i just cant get a grip of my lazy drousy self. Got to nurse my hang over. Yesterday must have been an ideal day in a modern man's diary. Smoke weed until i see stars, drink booz until i black out, fuck every willing personas until i sober up; an now nursing the aftermath. Looking forward for another day like this. Cant get enough of it because my day aint complete without doing my thing.