His Private Ritual

The room is filled with the sound of his own heartbeat, the rustle of fabric, the slick, wet sounds of his solo exploration. He imagines the weight of another's body, the grip of another's hand, the taste of another's mouth. His strokes become more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room is filled with the scent of his own musk, the taste of his own desire. He's close now, his body tensing, his cock throbbing. With a final, shuddering gasp, he spills over, his body relaxing as he drifts back to reality, sated and content.

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