Getting Kinky

A WOMAN was sitting at a bar drowning her sorrows when a sad-looking bloke sat down near her and started chucking back vodka shots. After an hour of this, the bloke turned to the woman and asked, “What are you drinking to forget?”
“My husband just left me because he thought I was too kinky,” she answered.
“Really?” he said. “What a coincidence. My wife just left me because she thought I was too kinky!”
“We’re both adults here and it looks like we might have a little something in common,” the woman giggled. “Why don’t we go back to my place and see what happens?”
When they got back to her place, she said, “Wait here, I’m going to change into something a little more comfortable.”
She went to the bedroom and chucked on some fuck-me boots, a leather miniskirt, a rubber bra with the nipples cut out, a dog collar and a gimp mask, then sauntered back into the living room twirling a riding crop. The bloke grabbed his coat and bolted for the door.
“Where are you going?” she asked. “I thought we were going to get kinky?”
“I’ve already shagged your dog and crapped in your purse,” he laughed. “I’m outta here!”