The invitation read, “Members of the Leather Nights Association are invited to a party for lovers of smooth bodies, black leather and high boots. Dress will be masked leather fetish and there will be a dark labyrinth for your ultimate anonymous sexual enjoyment.” A date, time, and e-mail response address were given. The invitation ended with “Respond and bring this invitation along...
Rick sat on the edge of the large leather sofa with his booted legs stretched out admiring the way the tight black stretch leather of his boot cut jeans clung to his thighs and displayed his rather prominent bulge. He slipped his thinly gloved hands down to his crotch and began to rub himself and pant softly as the smooth tight leather became slick inside with precum and worked over...
Friday evening I rushed home after work to prepare for my evening at “Robbie’s”, a local gay leather biker bar. I shed my business suit and tie and took a long hot shower lathering and shaving my body until it was smooth and hairless. Next, as the hot shower splashed over my body, I slid an enema nozzle into my ass and cleansed myself inside – several times, finishing off with...
Finding an apartment in San Francisco is a very difficult job. Finding a decent place is approaching the impossible, and odds of finding a decent place to share in a gay neighborhood are infinitesimal! I was soon to be loosing my lease and really in need of a place to live. I was so desperate that I was considering moving out of the city. Then, I found an ad in the Reporter...
The University equestrian team had been supported by a local alumnus with a very large estate --complete with paddock, stables, tack room and separate living quarters for a groom. Each semester, a student on the team was hired for position of groom and allowed to live in the quarters connected to the tack room. The student’s job was to exercise horses and repair tack, but in...
As leather bars go, the place was about average, dark, smelling strongly of leather, loud music and guys making out in the booths. What was somewhat different was the clientele, mostly very young, into tall high heeled boots, masks and hot waxed bodies as well as the usual assortment of harnesses, straps etc. My own fetish for spike heeled boots and a hairless body fit right in. I...
The Motorbike Instructor Comments, fantasies or re-writes to enginefire@motorcyclecops.com Gary Ridd got dressed for another day. He had what was to him the best life and job in the world. A top motorbike instructor he had created the perfect base for abuse, domination, and hero worship (of himself). He had turned it to great financial advantage. Some very wealthy clients past...
Dave Barton looked at the crumpled pile of leathers in the airing cupboard. Three nights ago he got soaked on his bike. He could not have gotten wetter if he had jumped in the river. He had used another set for his rides since but this was his favorite set, black and full of memories. The powerful bike carried him to Sainsbury in no time; he left the bike ticking with heat...
Christmas Time I've only ever had vanilla sex. The usual stuff. But it wasn't enough. It isn't enough. Something inside me tells me that I want more. Need more. Anyway, I was resigned to spending a Vanilla Christmas and went to bed on Christmas Eve somewhat downhearted, thinking of the socks and handkerchiefs I would yet again be given. And so I fell asleep. I don't know...
I remember when I first saw Jeremy at the gym, the all-American jock, very serious and dedicated to his workouts. He didn't come to the gym for a lot of bullshit. I watched the dedication he put into each workout and seen his progress too. I watched Jeremy on the stair step machines, completely focused on achieving his goal or in the weight room, his biceps and triceps...
When , I was about 23. I was in Atlanta at the Eagle bar when a cute hot leather guy in his 30's pinched my tight little bubble butt encased in tight jeans. He was wearing a leather jockstrap and chaps and nothing else. He looked at me all night, undressing me with his hot eyes . I found myself drawn to him he had a hot look about him. So we talked and got to know one...
foggy night It was late September and had been a real hot and sticky summer but tonight was foggy and rainy. Now with the rain and fog it seemed more like the whole city was a big steam room. It was only Wednesday, but the first three days of the work week had been hell. It didn't seem like the rain and fog had cooled my apartment off any and to make matters worse, my fuck...
I had met him on the computer bulletin board. Usually I just chat with the other board subscribers, but he was different. He knew what he wanted. He verbalized it. If I was to describe his conversations in retrospect, two words come to mind - firm, definitely firm, and demanding. In early conversations he asked a lot of questions. Hundreds. What do I look like? What do I do?...
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