Daily struggle of self-pleasure after a seven-day abstinence

After a full week of abstaining, the craving for self-indulgence became unbearable. The daily grind had taken its toll, and all he craved was the soothing touch of his own hand on his throbbing member. The anticipation had built up to such an extent that he couldn't help but succumb to the primal urge. With a deep breath, he reached down, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that had been denied for far too long. His hand moved in a rhythmic dance, each stroke sending waves of ecstasy coursing through his body. The room was filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and the soft rustle of his movements. His eyes were closed, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. The climax was explosive, a release of weeks worth of pent-up desire. As he caught his breath, a sense of satisfaction washed over him, a testament to the power of self-pleasure.