“Okay, this is kind of an unusual one, but I hope you’ll be okay...

“Okay, this is kind of an unusual one, but I hope you’ll be okay with publishing it?

I’m non-binary and have bottom dysphoria. A lot of the time, I wish I had a dick, or it feels much more right. When I have sex dreams I usually have a dick in them, and tonight felt especially bad so I decided to try packing.

I don’t know why, but the sudden euphoria of seeing myself in the mirror, a little more masculine down below, seriously turns me on.

I reached down slowly and touched myself, feeling the packing and it felt so right, the light pressure of something else down there. I stayed and watched myself, tracing the line of my shorts, imagining a dick there, and suddenly felt pretty horny, so I decided to open your blog and see if I could find anything new.

I only scrolled a little way and started getting a bit more sensitive, a bit more into it, and I could clearly imagine myself now- I felt myself give a little twitch as my lower area felt like it was firing up, and I touched myself again. I could feel the packing and imagined wrapping my fingers around my slowly hardening cock.

I kept scrolling, eyes half closed, making stroking motions. I had to remind myself to slow down a few times. Even though my actual clit was only getting a few light brushes from my fingers as they moved, I felt super sensitive. I increased the speed a little, imagined getting fully erect as my thumb brushed lightly over the tip. I threw my head back and it felt really good and really right, like my body was meant to be this way, and I stuck myself back in the fantasy and did a few long, hard strokes. I sensed even the lightest movement, and started touching myself harder, but tried to keep it slow and long.

I eventually found that hypnosis story someone submitted and kept a steady pace as I read. I’m not going to lie, it turned me on more. 

I was really sensitive at this point and cupped myself lower down, and it felt so good. I kept massaging myself with one hand and stroked the the other. I pushed myself back into my chair and kept going, harder, faster, then remembered to slow down, then faster again. My mouth was open and I didn’t realize. I was flicking my fingers over the tip sometimes and going for a full-length stroke, still massaging. 

After a little while I felt myself getting close, but when I thought I was going to come, I stayed pretty sensitive, but nothing happened. I felt pretty disappointed, and after a minute i realized I couldn’t leave it at that.
My gaze fell upon the story still open on my laptop and I started imagining myself in a similar situation, about those words “let go”, and reminded myself to just relax and enjoy it.

It wasn’t hard to get close, again, stroking, rubbing, touching, and I thought of someone telling me to just let it happen.

Somehow, one of my knuckles found its way to my clit and started rubbing subconsciously. It felt so good I gasped and kept up the stroking motion, while my big knuckle moved faster and pressed down lightly. I hadn’t felt this good masturbating for over a month. It was like my entire lower body was on fire, I was hyperaware and couldn’t have stopped it. I stroked/rubbed furiously, my head hitting the chair multiple times, until it felt so good I curled up on it and kept going with my feet on the chair, back pressed hard against it.

I kept rubbing and couldn’t help moaning constantly. I imagined someone helping me, curling their fingers around me and whispering for me to be quiet, just let it happen. Suddenly I climaxed so hard I whispered “fuck.” and slid down my chair. I kept rubbing for several moments, because it still felt amazing. My eyes were struggling to stay focused.

I muttered “holy shit”, and kept touching myself until I came down from it.

I just knew I had to share because I feel so comfortable in my own skin now. (Plus, the orgasm was amazing ;)) I still feel great.. considering trying for round two…”