Just Another Weeknight Routine...

So, here I am, a solo doctor in my late thirties, not really looking for anything serious these days. Tonight was just another routine evening where loneliness and boredom got the best of me again. Ended up taking matters into my own hands after dinner... fingers slipped under the waistband, exploring territory familiar but never less enticing. I closed my eyes as I imagined someone else’s hand doing all this work, a stranger with rough, calloused fingertips trailing down my sides in unpredictable patterns. Slicked myself up and pressed against my palm, imagining his eager lips sucking at the head, tongue tracing every vein and crease... Felt a shudder run through me when I thought about how he'd look watching himself pleasure me this way. So intense and raw, that image always gets me over the edge faster than anything else. Am I the only one who does something like this? Do you ever pretend it's someone else touching you during self-love? Or am I just some weirdo for fantasizing so vividly? ...