On Valentine's Day, she craved intimacy, yearning for a partner to join her in the shower. Alone, she indulged in self-pleasure, fantasizing about the perfect lover, as steam filled the bathroom, amplifying her desire.

On this Valentine's Day, our protagonist finds himself alone in the shower, yearning for a partner to share his intimate desires with. He craves the warmth of a touch, the rhythm of a body against his, and the pleasure of a deep, satisfying climax. As the water cascades down his body, he can't help but fantasize about the steamy encounters he's missed. His hand moves in a familiar rhythm, mimicking the act he so desperately craves. The shower stall becomes his makeshift sanctuary, a place where he can indulge in his desires without judgment. The sound of water splashing echoes through the room, a symphony of solitude. He reaches his climax, his body convulsing with the intensity of his release. As the water cools, he exits the shower, his face reflecting the bittersweet reality of his solo celebration.