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In the quiet of his room, a man, unencumbered by the presence of others, explores the lengths of his own desire. His large, throbbing member stands at attention, a testament to his arousal. He strokes it gently, feeling the velvet smoothness against his roughened palm. His eyes are closed, lost in a world of his own creation, where touch is the only sense that matters.