Eagerly rushing to pleasure myself

The rush of excitement coursing through my veins is insatiable. I can't contain myself, my hands eagerly reach for my throbbing member, yearning for the touch I crave. The anticipation builds as I begin to stroke, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can't help but imagine the warm embrace of a skilled mouth, the perfect complement to my self-indulgence. The thought sends me into a frenzy, my strokes becoming more rapid, more intense. The room spins as I near the precipice, the pleasure intensifying with each passing second. With a final, desperate stroke, I release, my seed shooting out in a powerful climax. The world falls away, leaving me in a blissful haze. The taste of my own essence on my lips only serves to fuel my desire, driving me to continue this dance of self-pleasure.