Each day, as the early morning sun filters through the blinds, I find myself succumbing to an irresistible urge. A personal ritual that only I can fulfill. I reach for my trusted companion, a tool of pleasure that has never failed me. With a sigh of anticipation, I begin to explore, my fingers dancing over my sensitive areas. The room fills with my heavy breaths, echoing off the sterile hotel walls. I'm not alone, but my partner is sound asleep, oblivious to the wicked thoughts and actions that consume me. The pleasure builds, my movements becoming more frantic. I can feel it, the climax approaching. With a final, desperate stroke, I release, my hot seed painting the white sheets in a testament to my unquenchable desire. Only then can I return to reality, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips. Until tomorrow, when it all starts again.
