Solitary Bliss: First of Many

The man's fingers trace the length of his shaft, feeling the pulse of life beneath the skin. His grip tightens, matching the rhythm of his heart. He closes his eyes, imagining the touch of another, the softness of flesh against flesh. His strokes become faster, more insistent, his body arching off the bed. He can feel it building, the tension coiling in his core, ready to snap. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his release. This is just the first of many such moments of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

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