As I stood in the steamy bathroom, the soft glow of the candles casting a warm light over my body, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through me. My hand reached down and grasped my hardened member, slick with oil, as I began to stroke myself slowly. The sensation was electrifying, my fingers gliding effortlessly over my skin, the oil adding an extra layer of sensuality. I closed my eyes and let out a low moan as I imagined your hands on me, your lips on mine. As I continued to pleasure myself, I couldn't help but imagine you watching me, your eyes filled with desire. The thought of you watching me, getting turned on by my self-pleasure, only fueled my own arousal. My pace quickened, my breath coming in short gasps as I felt myself getting closer and closer to release. And then, with a final stroke, I let out a loud groan as I climaxed, my body trembling with pleasure.