I cannot fight it and something inside me is bathing me in a warm, sexual glow that I cannot hide. Hands seem to be everywhere feeling me, rubbing me....Some more insistent than others and some just downright sensual and arousing heat deep in my loins.I hadn't had sex since my [verbally] abusive boyfriend and I broke up about 2 - 3 months ago. This was something I didn't expect nor know how to handle! The combination of fear and overwhelming sensuality was unbearable!!"Get your hands off her!". The night was lots of fun talking to friends and dancing. My girlfriend wasn't much of letting loose on the dance floor...as for me.. let's say I wasn't afraid to try :) On the dance floor, I was dancing shaking my thing with Julie. The music was loud so you had to shout into ears just hear each other. Julie looked so good. She told me she loved me. I told her I lived her too. She kissed me on the cheek and we hugged.The party was winding down and people were leaving. Just the parents, a few. The surprise comes from the fact that he had quite a controlling character with a strong disciplinarian style (my backside often being covered in red wealds and details will follow another time). I wasn’t the only one to feel his wroth quite regularly I would hear his raised voice directed at mum and this would often shortly afterwards be followed shortly with the sound of someone receiving a good spanking. I have to admit to sneaking from my bedroom then peeking through the banisters into. “I love you,” she said when we stopped.“I love you too,” I answered, wondering what the hell I was saying and doing. I was living with someone else, for crying out loud.Grace and I talked for maybe 15 minutes, during which time it became clear that she thought we were back together. I didn’t say anything to correct her because the truth was that I loved her completely. All the feelings just came rushing back.We parted ways (I had to go to work and was running late already), but that meeting.