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Under the soft glow of his bedside lamp, he begins his Saturday night ritual. He draws lazy circles around his sensitive tip, feeling the heat build in his loins. His strokes grow more urgent, his grip tighter, as he pictures the woman of his fantasies. He can almost feel her touch, her breath against his skin. The room echoes with his ragged breaths, the sound of his palm meeting his flesh, and the occasional whispered encouragement to himself. His body tenses, a shiver running through him as he reaches his climax, painting streaks of white across his abdomen. He collapses back onto the pillow, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, ready to face another week.