Behind the wall, desire has no name-only rhythm, taste, and heat. In a rundown booth lit by flickering fluorescents, one man spends his days servicing strangers on the other side of the glory hole. He never sees their faces. He only knows them by the grip of their hands, the sounds they make, the scent of sweat and release-and the way they linger on his tongue long after they're gone. From the suited executive to the sweaty gym bro, the loud stoner to the nervous first-timer, each visitor leaves behind more than just their seed.
They leave stories. Fantasies. Cravings. And when the shift is over, the real work begins. Raw. Intimate. Addictive. Shift Work is a carnal plunge into anonymous pleasure, aching need, and the man who lives for every drop of it.
Behind the wall, desire has no name-only rhythm, taste, and heat. In a rundown booth lit by flickering fluorescents, one man spends his days servicing strangers on the other side of the glory hole. He never sees their faces. He only knows them by the grip of their hands, the sounds they make, the scent of sweat and release-and the way they linger on his tongue long after they're gone. From the suited executive to the sweaty gym bro, the loud stoner to the nervous first-timer, each visitor leaves behind more than just their seed.
They leave stories. Fantasies. Cravings. And when the shift is over, the real work begins. Raw. Intimate. Addictive. Shift Work is a carnal plunge into anonymous pleasure, aching need, and the man who lives for every drop of it.