Author: LyraHex

Until Your Mind Slips Away (mtf transformation, mtf f, sensual fucking, loving relationship, dysphoria

**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.

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Sad Daddy Craigslist Cry Fuck [gender ambiguous mc] [masturbating to the impossibility of human connection] [melancholy]

**Personal Fantasy**

If you’re like me, you think humans are weird. Fascinating from behind the fishbowl glass of your computer, but too much to handle at any distance closer than thought. So you read pages and pages of people’s desires online. Dial-up admissions in all lowercase and bad grammar of what people want to do, and more often want done, to them. Look at you—what a proper horny scientist, you are. 

If you’re like me, you think of browsing the Craigslist Personals as *science.*

Hopefully, you are not like me. 

Here is what I know: A single refresh of the Personals contains more unfiltered truth than a thousand Catholic confessionals. Brutal truth and hurt and hope. 

Sometimes I start with the Missed Connections to get myself going. See a stranger, and in the space of a moment imagine your whole life with them. It’s happy, and then the moment is gone. Connection missed. Pick up the pieces of yourself and take them to Craigslist and compose a post. If they feel the same, maybe they will too. Maybe you’ll see their post. Probably not. In all my browsing I’ve never actually seen two that correspond, but no one posts their story because they expect resolution.  Read more »