Some alone time…..

In the dim glow of his study, Harold, a silver-haired gentleman in his mid-fifties, sank into the supple embrace of his black leather Eames chair. The room was quiet save for the faint creak of the leather as he shifted, his body clad in nothing but a once-white jock strap, now worn thin and stained from countless sessions of solitary indulgence. The fa…