I feel the full weight of a woman’s breasts hanging from my chest. I feel the ache of a hungry and empty pussy between my legs…
But I look at my own body through my eyes and in the mirror and still this dysjointed form is still there. The flesh I have, is not the flesh I feel. It’s maddening, it feels so wonderful, I want someone to touch my phantom flesh. It feels so real, I long to feel it pressed aganst other flesh.
But by tomorrow, it will be gone again and I will once again feel the dysjointed male flesh that hangs onto my soul.
Tags: boobs, phantom parts
