Ignore the badminton match, have a wank

The house feels quiet. You’ve grown used to its silence, its emptiness, but today that emptiness and silence feels oppressive.

Maybe you should get out. You could go and watch the badminton match. No, you don’t feel like it. Watching Blair, Anissa, Spencer and Layla in their exercise gear is appealing, probably too appealing. You’d rather see them out of their exercise gear, and that’s not going to happen.

No, a better option is to open your laptop and fire up some porn. You find some set in a gym and you’re soon stroking away at the sight of buxom women bouncing on some lucky guy’s cock. It’s a mass orgy. Now, if the women were going to put that on in the leisure centre, you’d attend.

Your stamina appears to be increasing. A few weeks ago, a video like that and you’d have been coming as soon as the sex began. Now, you’re lasting until near the end. Stamina increased. Amount produced, still excessive. Pleasure still off the charts. Although real pussy would be better. Your hand is not real pussy. The moans on the computer are not the moans of a real woman that you’re really fucking.

You clean up and still most of the evening is free.

What can you do now?