Satisfying Solitude with Palm Play

In the quiet of my room, I'm consumed by desire. I bring my hand to my mouth, wetting it with my tongue, then bring it down to my throbbing cock. I stroke myself, my hand a poor substitute for the real thing, but I'm too impatient to wait. I imagine a lover's mouth, their lips stretched wide around my girth, their tongue flicking my sensitive spots. I thrust into my hand, my breath ragged, my body tensing as I bring myself to the brink and spill over, my hand sticky with my pleasure.

• sucking
• with
• my
• hand

• blowjob