Love of Leather

 There is a ritual to the process of dressing. beginning with lingerie, garter belt, and stockings. I delight in touching the layers of leather that surround and perfume my body. Leather shirt with French cuffs, waist cincher pulled tightly to accentuate my tiny waist, the skirt that contours the curve of my hips and magnificent bottom.

 The boots are black, impossibly high and sharply pointed. They produce an irresistible sound, the click of my stiletto heels on the wooden floor. The leather has excited me, awakened my appetite. It is animal, primal, raw. I am predatory now, engaged, ready, waiting.

Leather is not simply the clothes that I wear; it is a way of being.