Masked Manuscripts Human Faces Intoxicate Him

A masked man sat in his lair surrounded by stacks of blank manuscript pages.His hands trembled with anticipation as he began to trace them with a feather quill.With every stroke, he felt more and more intoxicated by the sight of human faces staring back at him.The delicate lines of their cheeks, the soft curves of their lips, and the sparkle of their eyes all captured his attention.He felt a rise in his heart and his cock hardened in his pants.It was as if he had been transported to another dimension, where all he could see were beautiful nudes without masks.His fingers traced over the smooth skin of the paper, imagining the touch of a womans hand against it.As the hours ticked by, the masked man grew increasingly enthralled by the sight of these faces.He licked the tip of his feather and ran it over the sensitive areas of the page.His breath hitched as he imagined each face lifting their masks to reveal themselves fully, revealing their beauty and vulnerability.He felt like a voyeur, watching these intimate moments from the shadows.Suddenly, he was overcome with the urge to strip naked and join in on the action.He quickly stripped off his clothes and slipped on a pair of tight leather boots, before strapping himself to his chair.With his senses heightened, he began to masturbate furiously, thinking of all the delicious pleasures that awaited him in this strange new world.As he closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in the moment, he felt a wave of ecstasy wash over him.When he finally opened his eyes again, he realized that it was the sight of the naked womens faces that had pushed him to such heights of pleasure.He smiled widely, sated but wanting more.