Unseen, Unheard, Unbound

In the quiet of the afternoon, he feels the absence like a physical touch, a void that needs filling. His hand, idly stroking his thigh, migrates to the growing bulge in his pants. He unzips, allowing his hard cock to spring free, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of his desire. He closes his eyes, letting the fantasy of a touch, a kiss, a moan, guide his hand. His strokes become more insistent, his breath ragged, until he finds his release, his body shuddering with the force of it, leaving him spent and alone in the silence.

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