The centerfold

You pry open the stuck together pages to reveal the centerfold that you have so often spilled your seed to in the past. {if gay=true}He was of course what you had in your mind as the perfection of masculinity. A ruggedly handsome face. Strong muscles and abs that you just wanted to run your hands over. A full, thick bush. Well, ok maybe that last one wasn't your thing, but he did have a cock that you just had to have inside you. {else}She was of course what you had in your mind as the perfection of beauty. Voluptuous, round breasts. A butt that would be a sin not to squeeze. A full, thick bush. Well, ok maybe that last one wasn't your thing, but she did have big, pouty lips that just begged for you to fuck her.{endif} Funny, you never bothered to read {if gay=true}his{else}her{endif} name or anything about {if gay=true}him{else}her{endif} before, and you sure weren't about to now.

You admire {if gay=true}his{else}her{endif} beauty while you play with yourself and don't even notice how close to cumming you are getting. Suddenly you realize that you are very close and realize just what that means. You stop at the last moment and just freeze. A second goes by but it seems like an eternity. Then you realize you were too late. With a groan escaping your lips your body involuntarily finishes what you started and you ejaculate, shooting a huge load onto the centrefold.

You lie there, in post orgasmic bliss. You realize what you have just done and you are saddened. You shed a tear as you drift off to sleep.

You never awake. Somehow it seems fitting that your last orgasm was shared with the same "{if gay=true}man{else}woman{endif}" that most of your other have been with.