Locking the bedroom door, I sprawl onto my bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to my heated skin. My heart races as I slip a hand beneath the waistband of my boxers, fingers wrapping around my stiffening cock. I stroke slowly, feeling every vein, every ridge, as I imagine a forbidden lover. My breath hitches, my hips buck, as I pick up the pace, my hand a poor substitute for the slick heat I crave. I bite my lip, suppressing a moan, as I bring myself to the brink, my balls tightening, before finally releasing, my seed spilling over my fist.