A man, alone in his thoughts, finds solace in the intimate dance of his fingers on his skin. His mind drifts to a place where hands are not his own, where the touch is firm, insistent. He imagines the sensation of being stretched, of being claimed, of a lover's breath hot on his neck as they take him from behind. His strokes become more purposeful, his grip tighter, as he pictures the forbidden act, the taboo pleasure. With a final, deep thrust, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he imagines the warmth of his lover's body pressed against his own.