leather, no lace

Leather, No Lace

Cool.  Hot.  Soft.  Hard.

Strips flying, whisking through air.
Contact.
Chorus sung by stinging skin.
Gospel sounds.

Black leather laced through metal grommets.
Breasts barely covered.
Nipples showing, skin-tight leather.

Black collar.  No white to be found here.
Around the neck, metal spikes.
Inviting.  Menacing.  Promising.  Exciting.
Promises of pain, promises of exquisite feelings.
All wrapped in black leather.

Skin on skin.
Another persona.  Another being.
The hidden person in another skin.
The darkness seeking light.
Searching for that to set it free.
Anger.  Restraint.  Release.
Distillation of spirit.
Pure essence remaining.
Clothed in another skin.
Set free by the shredding of skin.
Danger.  Vulnerability exposed.
Innocence set free by pain.

Animal smell of another kind.
Feral.  Primal.
Before technology.
Before religion.
Time long gone, but memories remain at the cellular level.
Remembrance of a time past when passion was freely released,
explored, experienced, shared.
No shame, no guilt, no pain.
Needs answered.
Now clad in black leather.

Edgy, hard, daring.
Who can soften the edge?
Who can free the pain?
Who can understand the pain clad in black leather?
Who dares to understand?

Mouth to cock, mouth to ass.
Nipple pressing nipple.
Lips tracing the red tracks of pain.
The body sings it painful chorus.
Pussy pummeled.
Cock jack-hammering.
Harder, faster, driving, demanding, furious.
Waves cresting.  No crashing.
Tension building.  Pain subsiding.
No leather to hide,
no clothes to conceal under.
Naked soul peeking behind the pain.

Limbs restrained by black leather.
What hid, now binds.
Legs spread.
Ass held high.
Cheeks thrust apart.
The final violation.
Driving, demanding, insult to injury.
Juices flowing.
Sweat mixing.
Pain co-mingling.
Domination.  Submission.  Control.

What god has put together, let no man tear asunder.
Splitting.  Driving.  Pummeling.  Punishing.
Need for more.  Faster, harder, deeper.
More. Faster. Deeper.  Harder.  Don’t stop...