Peter, a man of quiet passions, retreats to his sanctuary, a room filled with his most intimate fantasies. He lingers over the pages of his art books, each one a testament to his appreciation for the female form. His hand wanders to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge there. He unbuttons his pants, letting his hard cock spring free. He strokes it, his eyes feasting on the images before him, his imagination filling in the blanks. He pictures soft hands caressing him, a warm mouth enveloping him. His hips thrust into his hand, his body tensing as he comes, painting his release onto the pages of his fantasies.