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Clad in a simple robe, he slips into the bathroom, seeking solace in the familiar routine of a warm shower. But tonight, his hands wander, tracing the lines of his body, lingering on sensitive spots. He exits, toweling off, only to pause, drawn to the comfort of his bed. There, he finds his sanctuary, his secret, as he mounts the pillow, grinding, riding, chasing the sweet oblivion of orgasm. His body convulses, a silent cry escapes his lips, and he collapses, spent, in the aftermath of his solitary, whispered pleasure.