Sometimes it’s just nice to masturbate at a nice leisurely pace. Made easy by sleepiness late home and alone from an evening’s shift at the resto. The real pleasurably leisurely part made by lying out after a piping hot bath, heated through and melting my naked flesh on to the bed. Dreaming at the ceiling, I’m looking through the clouds created by my patchy, quick and cheap decorating, and into a misty, grey heaven. Somew...