Solitude's Stirrings

As the clock's hands drag, so does our protagonist's patience. Boredom fuels curiosity, and curiosity leads them to the forbidden fruit of self-indulgence. They strip, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat rising within them. Lying back, they let their fingers trace the path of their desire, teasing their hardening nipples, venturing lower to part their slick folds. Their breath hitches, their hips lift, and they surrender to the primal dance of jacking off, chasing the high only they can provide.

• jack-off
• bored

• Unknown