In the quiet of the night, I found myself drawn to the soft glow of the lamp, its light casting long, inviting shadows across my naked form. My cock twitched, already eager for my touch, and I obliged, wrapping my hand around its growing thickness. The sensation was electric, my body responding with a surge of desire as I began to stroke, my movements becoming more confident, more urgent. The room filled with the sound of my ragged breaths and the soft, wet sounds of my hand working my cock, my body aching for release as I explored the depths of my own desire.