Such forces are beyond your wanting.

Pulling away, you know that whatever the identity of this girl is, it's too much for your mortal mind to comprehend. With your mind intact and dick unsatisfied, you head home, rather content with being alive. After it all, you just ended up in your bed, and ya know, what the hell, you couldn't get laid so let's just jerk off. Feeling the familiar shape of your dick, you wonder if anything but your hand would ever satisfy it, then realize how pathetic that sounds. Stroking and panting, you decide to occasionally rub the head, it doesn't feel as good as media would lead you to believe but it's fun. After picking up the speed, aggressively thinking of the girls you could have, but never did fuck, your dick throbs and spatters onto you, your clothes an absolute mess. At the end of the day, at least you can be happy with yourself.