There are times when my desires must be sated. When the phone conversation turns sexy, or she shares pictures of herself, or even when the mood strikes me. Yes, there are times when my desires demand my attention.

And sometimes, my hand just will not do the trick. It is my hand. Sure, familiar. Sometimes my desires need a different feel. They want the real thing, yes most assuredly. But more often than not, she is not available to me.

I begin with the usual stroking, letting the anticipation build for what is to come next. Then I add a little lube to the mix. The slick sensation heightens my excitement, gets me harder and hotter. Then I reach for my toy. I get it ready, then ease the head of my cock into it, teasing it like I would tease my lover.

Finally, unable to stand it any longer, I plunge into it, enjoying the feeling of something other than my hand, bringing myself to the obvious end, crying her name out, wishing I was in her arms instead of sitting by myself.

Yes, it is a poor substitute for my lover. But it does help whet my appetite for when I am once more in her arms.

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