Through the window, a single man watches the world go by, his gaze lingering on the curves of passing women. His imagination runs wild, weaving intricate tales of lust and desire. He retreats to his bedroom, the scent of sex heavy in the air as he undresses, his cock already hard and aching. He sprawls on the bed, his hand cupping his balls, the other stroking his length. His eyes are shut, his mind a whirlwind of dirty dreams. He envisions faceless lovers, their bodies entwined, their moans echoing in his mind. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his cock pulsing, his body wracked with pleasurable aftershocks.