To keep mine short and sweet — a fling of mine from many years past and I spent an entire day, from the moment we woke up to the moment we finally called it quits and went back to sleep, engaged in some form of sexual activity.

Whether it was light touching, making out and grinding, oral, and so on, we were doing it. [aside from obvious breaks to eat and drink and use the bathroom]

No drugs, no alcohol, as we were both in the 18-20 age range at the time. I don’t think I’ve had sex more than twice a day since then — and lately I’m lucky if it’s twice a month. But that memory has always held some place in my head.

As Ice Cube said, “It was a good day.”