Returning to the starring role in self-pleasure

After a long day of work, I found myself once again drawn to the allure of self-pleasure. As I lay on my bed, my hand began to wander, exploring the contours of my body until it found its way to my throbbing member. I could feel the anticipation building, the need for release growing stronger with every passing moment. But I wasn't satisfied with just my own touch. I wanted more, I wanted to be taken by someone, to feel their hands on me, their body against mine. But alas, I was alone. So I turned to my trusty sex toy, a well-used friend that never failed me in times of need. I positioned myself on my knees, presenting my backside for their pleasure, and began to stroke myself in earnest. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and I could feel the climax building within me. And then, with a final, desperate stroke, I came, my hot, sticky seed spilling over my stomach, a testament to my solo pleasure.