My roommate's absence has left me with an aching need, a hunger that can only be satisfied by my own hand. I strip off my clothes, the fabric rubbing against my sensitive skin, heightening my arousal. I sit on my desk chair, the cold plastic a stark contrast to the heat building inside me. I spread my legs, my cock standing tall and proud, ready for attention. I take it in my hand, the sensation of my own touch sending shivers down my spine. I close my eyes, imagining a lover's touch, and begin to move my hand, slow and steady, building towards the release I so desperately crave.