The morning began with a clandestine desire a need to release the tension The city awoke to early light but his thoughts were elsewhere A quick glance confirmed he was alone a moment for forbidden pleasure His hand found its rhythm a comforting motion The pulse quickened a silent testament to the escalating fantasy He imagined other encounters daring and uninhibited The heat built a intense sensation that consumed him Each stroke brought him closer to the brink of ecstasy He was lost in the moment a slave to his own desires The images blurred a kaleidoscope of taboo delights Then came the surge a wave of pure ecstasy He collapsed back exhausted but satiated The world slowly returned to sharpness A final glance ensured no one had witnessed his private moment The memory lingered a warm glow of fulfillment The day could now begin renewed Yet the image of a cebu milker would forever haunt his imagination A secret pleasure a culpable delight His nights were now filled with vivid fantasies He knew he would seek this adventure again