Unseen Ecstasy, July 2011

Hidden from prying eyes, a lonely figure retreats to his sanctuary, a clock struck 20:07 on a sultry July evening. He closes the door, the room bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp. His hand trembles slightly as he unbuttons his jeans, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. He begins to stroke, his mind racing with illicit thoughts, his body responding to his touch. He imagines hands other than his own, lips on his neck, a body pressed against his. His pace quickens, his breathing ragged, until with a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his release coating his hand, a secret kept only to himself.

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