**Link**: [https://myerotica.com/until-your-mind-slips-away-c8dccd1d222b](https://myerotica.com/until-your-mind-slips-away-c8dccd1d222b)
**Length**: ~6K
**Summary**:
A couple’s beach bungalow provides a vacation from your life. A pink pill provides a vacation from your body…
**Teasing Excerpts**:
She’s pressing all the right buttons to shiver your body, two slim fingers and thumb now pulling you forward and back just ahead of her lips. You grunt like a man and writhe at the times that feel right and pray for the trance to take you. It’s not always like this, which means sometimes it is.
. . .
You’ve had sex with Sylvia before, and some others, and yes, teased milky sperm from the tip of your own dick a thousand hundred shameful, sensual, orgasmic, and robotic times, and on some level the sensation is familiar. Almost like a well-lubricated rosy palm, but even that doesn’t kick like the clit. Past sex was your dick getting wet. Something that happened to your genitalia and then ended. When Sylvia rubs the thin membrane that is the last vestige of your bodily maleness, what you feel resonates through every corner, nerve, and cornered nerve.
. . .
No moon means many, many stars. The ocean is darker than space and space isn’t dark: the night is the skyline of a city far away, pinpricks of light close enough together to disprove the unfathomable cold and emptiness that your brain claims must exist between them. On the surface of your world, a salt breeze blows over the new places on your body that will be gone. Makes noise in your ears. “I love you.” You say in defiance of the meaninglessness of wind.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ngigaa/until_your_mind_slips_away_mtf_transformation_mtf