You've stumbled upon something special today, a safe space to indulge, to let go of inhibitions and just... stroke. It's not about the destination, no, this is all about the journey. There's no rush here, no end goal except for the sheer pleasure of each slow, deliberate stroke. Up you go, feeling every ridge, every vein, from base to tip and back down again. It's just you, your hand, and that insistent pulse. Let it consume you, let it become your world. Because this, my friend, is what true pleasure looks like. So, don't fight it
