Solitary Ecstasy

In the heart of the night, our insomniac protagonist turns to the comfort of their own touch. Under the silken sheets, they trace the lines of their body, fingers dancing over nipples, down the abdomen, before finally resting on their throbbing center. They arch into their hand, hips moving in a rhythm as old as time, their breath coming in short gasps. The room is filled with the symphony of their desire, a testament to the power of solitary ecstasy.

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