"How do you want it?" he whispers to the empty room, his voice laced with hunger. His mind races, painting vivid images of eager mouths and tight, welcoming holes. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, as he chases his release. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the moon, casting long, dancing shadows that mimic the lovers he wishes were there. He imagines their touch, their scent, their taste, each fantasy pushing him closer to the edge. With a final, shuddering groan, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he coats his hand and abdomen with his hot, sticky seed.