Lonely Stroke of Passion

In the dimly lit room, a guy sits alone on his couch, feeling incredibly horny and in desperate need of release.His hand starts to wander down towards his crotch, unbuttoning his jeans as he catches his reflection in the mirror.This is going to be one long, lonely session of selfpleasure.As the guys hand grazes his bulging torso and caresses his chest, he cant help but imagine a woman at his side.He starts stroking himself more aggressively, his breath becoming shallow and fast as he fantasizes about the warm skin and supple curves of her body.His fingers glide up and down his hard cock, each stroke bringing him closer to climax.His eyes flicker shut, and his mind wanders to thoughts of a handjob from a passionate lover.The sensation of their mouth encasing his manhood and the skillful manipulation of their hands bring an additional level of pleasure that he craves.He imagines his lovers nails delicately tracing his ass, bringing forth a sense of taboo excitement.As he continues to stroke himself, the guys mind wanders even further into fantasies.He imagines the feel of the smooth skin on her back as he presses her down onto all fours, entering her from behind and pumping with raw passion.The guy moans in ecstasy, his hips thrusting towards the imagined pleasure beneath him, spreading himself within her as she claws at the sheets in blissful satisfaction.His pace increases, and so does the intensity of the fantasies conjured in his mind.He imagines himself on his back with a woman astride him, her naked body glistening with sweat, her hands gripping his torso as she rides him with fervent desire.Their bodies are tangled together in a loving embrace, their eyes locked as they reach the peak of passion and release.As he nears the brink of climax, the guys breath catches in his throat, his back arching off the couch in unadulterated lust.He lets out a deep, guttural groan that echoes through the room, filling the air with an intensity that cannot be matched by the quiet solitude of his home.His seed spills from his cock in long, thick ropes, covering his hand and staining the jeans he just moments before undid.He collapses back onto the couch, breathless and satiated from this intense, lonely stroke of passion.As his heart rate returns to normal, the guy gazes at the mess on his hand with a contented sigh, already anticipating the next time he can escape into the embrace of a willing partner.