I sat alone and silent in my dark bedroom, barely illuminated by the dim blue light of my laptop screen. I started to stroke myself slowly with one hand, my other hand searching furiously on the keyboard. My breathing became more ragged as I leaned in closer to the screen, searching for more intense relief. A final stroke of my fingers and suddenly I was soaring, my body tensed and released in a surge of pleasure and release.
Browsing: jerking-off
My hand caresses my cock as my eyes dance across the shades and planes of their hot bodies. It’s just me and them – I’m connected to them through the emotion of desire, my imagination fixated on the alluring lines of their form. I can sense the pleasure coursing through my veins as I feel them, virtually.
My eyes were glued to the screen, hypnotized by its mesmerizing images of an anonymous man begging to be taken. Excitement coursed through my veins as I unleashed desire onto the keyboard like an artist possessed, willing my hands to craft the perfect masterpiece, the ultimate fantasy. His moan echoed in my ears as his body shook in raw, uninhibited orgasm, proud and powerful.
The webcam came to foggy life, a shimmering, glowing, silvery-blue light emanating from an otherwise black screen. I could see his head bouncing and bobbing as his fingers glided over his engorged member, moaning sensuously and growling with pleasure as he came closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy and he finally spurted out a delicate, milky shower of joy onto the bed he was lying on. His eyes closed, his chest heaving, a satisfied smile stretched across his hungry face. Hot and naughty!
He tapped out his fantasies on the keys of the laptop before him. His breathing heavy, he entered a world of erotic artistry that only Truman Capote could articulate. Thoughts spilled from his fingertips and the words directed his urges and desires. He lost himself to this state of euphoric being as orgasms rippled through his body like a finely tuned orchestra. It was an affair of perfect pleasure.
He bent over his laptop, fingertips dancing over the trackpad in a passionate search for pleasure. Sweat beading upon his brow as he found and chose the video that spoke to him. With one click – the speakers filled with a low, rumbling moans of pleasure that soothed and aroused in the same moment. He was taken away, out of himself and near ecstasy. His journey of self pleasure, started with another click, and another, and another.