"I just wish it would all go away," one tall, skinny woman said, "I can barely control myself when these urges strike. My...cock is raw from m**********g. I just want to be aroused by my boyfriend again and stop trying to have s*x with the other girls at work." There was a general nodding of agreement. Everyone wished that things were back to normal. Except for me. My experiences in the last two days had taught me, pining for the past was a guarantee to be miserable. It was only in embracing the moment that we could be happy. I knew all these women enjoyed m**********g, enjoyed sleeping with women, and enjoyed their c***s. But their minds told them they had to despise their urges, told them that it was better to wait to go back to the way things were. They were wrong, they had to stop figh
