u/Sans-Gene

Just as men and women differ, eunuchs have their own particularities—and, of course, every individual is unique anyway. I'm in my fifties and live my daily life as a man who might appear somewhat androgynous. But in reality, I'm a eunuch and have considered myself non-binary my entire life. I don't want to reveal my real name here. So, let's just call me Sans Gêne.

Since my castration, a lot has changed. Since then, I can no longer release like a man. I mean, I can orgasm – but not with this distinct deep satisfaction of emptying myself and the subsequent inner emptiness. Instead, my orgasms last much longer, have become beautiful, and much more multifaceted, and when they roll through my entire body like ocean waves, they can last for minutes on end, driving me from one ecstasy to the next. This can go on until I fall asleep completely exhausted.

Even so, I never reach that state of ultimate satisfaction. I drift into vivid dreams in which I'm sometimes more of a woman and sometimes more of a man. When I wake up, I realize I've been caressing myself in my sleep and I'm totally aroused. Imagine I'm with you and I wake up in the middle of the night. What would you do?

Just as men and women differ, eunuchs have their own particularities—and, of course, every individual is unique anyway. I'm in my fifties and live my daily life as a man who might appear somewhat androgynous. But in reality, I'm a eunuch and have considered myself non-binary my entire life. I don't want to reveal my real name here. So, let's just call me Sans Gêne.

Since my castration, a lot has changed. Since then, I can no longer release like a man. I mean, I can orgasm – but not with this distinct deep satisfaction of emptying myself and the subsequent inner emptiness. Instead, my orgasms last much longer, have become beautiful, and much more multifaceted, and when they roll through my entire body like ocean waves, they can last for minutes on end, driving me from one ecstasy to the next. This can go on until I fall asleep completely exhausted.

Even so, I never reach that state of ultimate satisfaction. I drift into vivid dreams in which I'm sometimes more of a woman and sometimes more of a man. When I wake up, I realize I've been caressing myself in my sleep and I'm totally aroused. Imagine I'm with you and I wake up in the middle of the night. What would you do?

Just as men and women differ, eunuchs have their own particularities—and, of course, every individual is unique anyway. I'm in my fifties and live my daily life as a man who might appear somewhat androgynous. But in reality, I'm a eunuch and have considered myself non-binary my entire life. I don't want to reveal my real name here. So, let's just call me Sans Gêne.

Since my castration, a lot has changed. Since then, I can no longer release like a man. I mean, I can orgasm – but not with this distinct deep satisfaction of emptying myself and the subsequent inner emptiness. Instead, my orgasms last much longer, have become beautiful, and much more multifaceted, and when they roll through my entire body like ocean waves, they can last for minutes on end, driving me from one ecstasy to the next. This can go on until I fall asleep completely exhausted.

Even so, I never reach that state of ultimate satisfaction. I drift into vivid dreams in which I'm sometimes more of a woman and sometimes more of a man. When I wake up, I realize I've been caressing myself in my sleep and I'm totally aroused. Imagine I'm with you and I wake up in the middle of the night. What would you do?

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