Minotaur 1983 presents a visual symphony of self-pleasure, set to the rhythm of heavy breaths and wet sounds. A montage of bodies, mostly naked, some clothed in sheer negligees, all lost in the throes of masturbation. A woman, her back arched, fingers plunging in and out of her dripping pussy. A man, his fist wrapped around his thick cock, pumping furiously. The room is filled with the scent of sex, the air heavy with the promise of release.