One day while I was out he discovered my postings and when I returned he screamed at me. What else had I kept from him? What was I doing? I was doing ...othing but posting a few arbitrary things and corresponding with an author whose stories I particularly liked, nothing more. But that wasn't enough. He was so enraged that I had kept something from him that he stormed into our basement and began throwing things.I was crying he was fuming and I thought for sure that he was planning to leave. I was. Is it the kind that would be alleviated by being punished? Maybe you just need a spanking." Blushes!" Elaine felt her pussy warming up. She wondered if she was a little crazy. God, maybe Gary was right. "What do you mean?" Well, I don't know. From what you've told me, you get turned on whenever you think of most mainstream aspects of the lifestyle. To be turned on by extreme things, relatively extreme, tells you that you are a little extreme yourself. This is not the kind of stuff you can share. Wriggling her hips slightly she moaned against his mouth, her hand moving from beneath his tshirt to curl into the hair at the nape of his neck, her thumb stroking over his cheek as her kisses became harder, mashing his lips almost painfully against his teeth.Shivering again, she curled her bare foot around the back of his knee, bending her leg to bring his up until it was captured between hers. The top of his denim covered thigh pressed against her panties beneath her skirt and he could feel. " I then have an idea. I hop off the bar stool and take James's hand, leading him to the dance floor infront of his friends. I'm so glad I wore something slutty today. This was meant to be. His friends watch in confusion mixed with awe as James and I find a spot just a few feet away from them and begin to dance. They nudge each other and point to us. Obviously surprised that James is dancing with an older woman. "They're looking!" James says in excitement. I smile, "yeah. Lets give them.