Darlene had never felt so free. Clearly someone had arranged to allow her to wake-up like this, rather than in the facility where they'd taken her to ...ave her mind moved into this wonderful new body. But who?That didn't really matter at this moment. It was enough that it was happening. Being free this way made exerting her self-will to shunt aside the flood of sensations from her body long enough to feel the sensations from her mind easier than ever before. Darlene had never been so. But again, she never complains.It’s just the most kick-ass way to live, man!I used to be a copy editor for a mortgage banking newsletter, and then we were shut down thanks to George W. Bush’s recession?I had little training at anything else, but then I got a temp job at Knout magazine, one of the bigger BDSM journals in this part of the country.This was incredibly lucky, as I was pushing forty, and was in that horrible position you get in when you’ve depended your whole life on a career, and. She plopped down onto the bed, her back against the headboard and her legs spread invitingly open.Leslie couldn't help but stare at the tantalizing sight between the woman's legs. Golden beads of pee lay across her thick labia and on her thighs. Gina's entire left leg had a wet trail running from the top of her thigh all the way to her calf."Are you going to sit there panting and drooling all morning or are you going to taste it?" Gina giggled softly.Leslie laughed too when she realized that. ‘God, I missed you,’ she said, as we embraced. She pressed her body against mine with a wanting look in her eyes. This was a completely new sensation, to be so desired by a woman. Sandi was neither ashamed nor warped by guilt over her longings. At ease in her sexuality, her pleasure and mine were paramount. This was an epiphany, an illuminating insight that sex could be relished and enjoyed without fear or recrimination. I was still uncertain and tentative as I took her hand while we drove.