SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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Okay, we've talked about politics, evil, politics, war, and of course politics. Now let's talk about something fun.
What turns you on? For me it can be any number of things. A good meal with the right mood. A hint of skin, with the possibility of seeing more. A quiet walk on the beach at night with no one around. (Other than my wife that is.) Or it can be me and my wife walking around downtown, having a couple of drinks and dancing, with her wearing something revealing and/or provacative. (One of the hottest night we had last year started with us going out to some clubs downtown. We had parked in one of the garages and walked to the club area. She was wearing a pair of jeans I had doctored so they were open along the entire outside of the leg and up to the crotch on the inside. {They were held together by a long thick lace where each seam had been.} As well as a thin white silk blouse. AS it happened when we came out of the club to head back to the van it started to rain. One of those short but heavy South Florida downpours which last a total of maybe five minutes. Before we knew it we were both soaked. Her blouse was now form fitting and almost transparent. Rather than covering up as I expected her to my wife just kept her head up and walked slowly with me back to the garage. (By the way she was not wearing a bra, or do need to say that?) Anyone who cared to look, and plenty of people did, was clearly able to see what she had. Many of them, including the women were very complimentary to her. By the time we got home she was so cranked up she came close to breaking both me and our bed.
Cat
What turns you on? For me it can be any number of things. A good meal with the right mood. A hint of skin, with the possibility of seeing more. A quiet walk on the beach at night with no one around. (Other than my wife that is.) Or it can be me and my wife walking around downtown, having a couple of drinks and dancing, with her wearing something revealing and/or provacative. (One of the hottest night we had last year started with us going out to some clubs downtown. We had parked in one of the garages and walked to the club area. She was wearing a pair of jeans I had doctored so they were open along the entire outside of the leg and up to the crotch on the inside. {They were held together by a long thick lace where each seam had been.} As well as a thin white silk blouse. AS it happened when we came out of the club to head back to the van it started to rain. One of those short but heavy South Florida downpours which last a total of maybe five minutes. Before we knew it we were both soaked. Her blouse was now form fitting and almost transparent. Rather than covering up as I expected her to my wife just kept her head up and walked slowly with me back to the garage. (By the way she was not wearing a bra, or do need to say that?) Anyone who cared to look, and plenty of people did, was clearly able to see what she had. Many of them, including the women were very complimentary to her. By the time we got home she was so cranked up she came close to breaking both me and our bed.
Cat