Leather Passion Revelation
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High On Kinky Leather & Boots free porn video
It was in Camden Town, London, late 2015 I discovered a store that housed imperfect but seriously sexy leather trousers, jackets, skirts, even dresses. The kind of place that would make you become a leather addict if you weren't already. The best part was I had already been on the kinky dark path of leather. By this stage, I was 24 & I'd worn high heeled thigh boots & elbow length leather gloves at the same time to masturbate in front of a mirror watching as I shook with incredible ease. Here I was letting go of the frustration I had from wearing the same clothes every day. In the privacy of my own home, I could just let go. Some people found love with alcohol or d**gs. Mine was in full on leather fetish decadence.
By this point, I was 18 months sober from web cam porn which if you've ever spent a hard earned penny on it, will drive you as far as you want. You see a girl on there & you chat to them, its the same thing as real life only you'll never fuck that beauty no matter how much you pay her to show her tits or fuck a dildo. Truth be told when you're trying to stay away from something especially in your 20s, you want it anyway. I wasn't that far gone yet however. I didn't & still don't wear makeup or wigs. I bite my nails to the core & there's no point trying to stop it with nails applied.
I was prolonging the inevitable. I had dreamed of being fully encased in leather & having to adapt, since I was young. Now in my early 20s, I casually went in pursuit of the elixir that gave a high like no other. From 25 onwards, I've been a leather collector. This store in particular has been the quiet mistress of my affairs. No item is off the table when there's no one but you & the cashier who always takes your money, no matter what the item is. I bought a pair of leather pants & then another, another & some. I bought jackets I still own which have held up well. I had a leather dress too that got so tight when I was sweaty, I cut it to pieces after I masturbated myself senseless one evening after work. Most recently, I bought a long leather skirt which goes to my legs & from there, a seemingly endless boot collection which continues to grow.
As soon as I tried on my first pair of knee high leather boots & masturbated standing up, let me tell you that nothing could convince me this wasn't fucking incredible. The sheer high of losing myself in this material in an intimate private way kept me sane in the darkest of hours. Slowly I began to lose myself in the insanity & decadent nature of this material. As my hands became covered, my legs were shielded in big long leather stiletto boots & nylons struggled to contain the sweat dripping down my legs, my body for the first time felt calm. I was calm in this material in a way I wasn't with other clothing. The minute I covered everything including my face, it felt like a religious conversion but the difference being the Church of Leather knew no bounds. In fact when I wore my first dress with shoulder length leather gloves & thigh boots, I felt untouchable. As if the metal tip of my stiletto boot could cut through anyone or anything.
Leather clothing is symbiotic. You have to become part of it & it forms against you. Once you're encased in it, you'll never go back & once I tried on my first pair of black leather crotch high boots, I instinctively had to show them in pictures & videos. It would be wrong not to, especially when they're gorgeous to wear. I go back to that store in Camden Town every few months & return with items I never had before. If I could lie in leather & die in it, wouldn't that be a life?
By this point, I was 18 months sober from web cam porn which if you've ever spent a hard earned penny on it, will drive you as far as you want. You see a girl on there & you chat to them, its the same thing as real life only you'll never fuck that beauty no matter how much you pay her to show her tits or fuck a dildo. Truth be told when you're trying to stay away from something especially in your 20s, you want it anyway. I wasn't that far gone yet however. I didn't & still don't wear makeup or wigs. I bite my nails to the core & there's no point trying to stop it with nails applied.
I was prolonging the inevitable. I had dreamed of being fully encased in leather & having to adapt, since I was young. Now in my early 20s, I casually went in pursuit of the elixir that gave a high like no other. From 25 onwards, I've been a leather collector. This store in particular has been the quiet mistress of my affairs. No item is off the table when there's no one but you & the cashier who always takes your money, no matter what the item is. I bought a pair of leather pants & then another, another & some. I bought jackets I still own which have held up well. I had a leather dress too that got so tight when I was sweaty, I cut it to pieces after I masturbated myself senseless one evening after work. Most recently, I bought a long leather skirt which goes to my legs & from there, a seemingly endless boot collection which continues to grow.
As soon as I tried on my first pair of knee high leather boots & masturbated standing up, let me tell you that nothing could convince me this wasn't fucking incredible. The sheer high of losing myself in this material in an intimate private way kept me sane in the darkest of hours. Slowly I began to lose myself in the insanity & decadent nature of this material. As my hands became covered, my legs were shielded in big long leather stiletto boots & nylons struggled to contain the sweat dripping down my legs, my body for the first time felt calm. I was calm in this material in a way I wasn't with other clothing. The minute I covered everything including my face, it felt like a religious conversion but the difference being the Church of Leather knew no bounds. In fact when I wore my first dress with shoulder length leather gloves & thigh boots, I felt untouchable. As if the metal tip of my stiletto boot could cut through anyone or anything.
Leather clothing is symbiotic. You have to become part of it & it forms against you. Once you're encased in it, you'll never go back & once I tried on my first pair of black leather crotch high boots, I instinctively had to show them in pictures & videos. It would be wrong not to, especially when they're gorgeous to wear. I go back to that store in Camden Town every few months & return with items I never had before. If I could lie in leather & die in it, wouldn't that be a life?
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