Sex Story by a Leather Fetishist

I love the smell of leather.  Okay, I don’t just love the smell of leather, I looooooove it!  It is intoxicating.  I breathe it in, and it makes me high.  It can be old leather, new leather, couches, pants, leather interior, corsets, masks…love!

I don’t just love the smell of leather, I love the way it feels.  I love touching it with my fingertips.  I love stroking it.  I love the way it feels on my skin.  It feels like a second skin, really.  It’s organic and smooth, and it makes me tingle all over.

Sometimes I wish I lived back in the caveman days, when people lived in tribes and wore animal skins.  It wasn’t a fashion statement–it was necessity.  It was everyday wear.  Sure, these days you can get away with leather shoes and bags, leather jackets in the cold, and leather belts.  But leather pants?  Only on occasion, unless you’re a professional rockstar, or chaps if you’re a bull rider.  A leather vest?  Sleazy!  A leather shirt?  (Really?)  A leather dress?  If you’re going to a fetish party.  Otherwise, you’re probably a whore.

PETA, I’m sorry.  I know how “wrong” it all is to you, but animal hides have been used and worn since the dawn of man.  And no pleather in the world is going to satisfy my leather fetish–it just doesn’t have the smell.  (Note to self:  There should be a “real leather smell” car air freshener.  Oh WAIT–there are!  Maybe I’ll stick those in all of my vegan-friendly Demonias…)  There are some good faux leathers out there that even impress this leather fetishist, like Liberator Leather Sheets, and of course the Black Label Esse Chaise (which is oh-so-delicious), but it is hard to find.

Off of the top of my head, my modest leather collection consists of:

• 3 Steel-boned leather corsets
• 2 Pairs of leather pants
• 2 Leather belts
• 1 Leather purse
• 1 Pair leather Dr. Martens
• 1 Leather gas mask  (I get to smell leather all night long!)
• 1 Leather dog collar
• 2 Leather wrist cuffs
• 1 Leather costume mask
• 1 Leather flogger
• 1 Leather paddle

Wearing any of these items instantly makes me feel sexier.  The feel of leather on my skin, the smell, the look, instantly make me feel sexier.  If I’m wearing one of my leather corsets, I know it is going to be a good night.

I first realized I had a leather fetish when I was 18.  I had always wanted leather pants, and one day I went into the store and there were some in my size, 50% off–a bargain at $150.  My friend I was with tried to convince me not to get them:  “Where will you wear them?”  I assured her I would wear them any chance I got.  Besides, they last forever.  Remember Tyler Durden’s line in “Fight Club”:  “You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life”?  It’s true.

I first wore the pants to a concert.  Somewhat apprehensive, but glad to have the warm pants in the cold weather.  They were so comfortable to wear all night, even while dancing.  After the show, one of the band members complimented me on my pants–he was also wearing leather pants.  On the street outside the venue, another guy complimented me, saying that he couldn’t take his eyes off of my all night.  These pants got a reaction!

Everywhere I went, I would get praise on them.  They hugged my curves in all the right places, and they looked amazing on my ass.  People loved to touch the pants, to rub them and admire them.  I remember one time I was hanging out with a guy I had a crush on, and he sat on me, joking that I reminded him of his father’s Barcalounger.  He stayed on my lap, and I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him close.  It was so nice.  These pants were wonderful!

Then one night, I wore the pants to a party with a friend:  a male friend, 6 years my senior.  We always had a flirtation, but never more than that since he had always had a girlfriend.  But now he was single, and during the party we ended up spending most of our time flirting with each other.  By the time the party died down and he took me home, we both knew we were going to have sex.

Since we were friends, we were really comfortable with each other.  As we walked in the door to my apartment, he got a phone call.  I leaned over the couch, my ass up in the air, trying to taunt him into getting off the phone.  But while he finished his brief conversation, he enjoyed rubbing my leather-clad ass, legs, inner thighs.  My body tingled; it was almost as though his touch felt better through the leather!  He got off the phone, and we went to my bedroom.  I laid on the bed, and he slowly slid off the leather pants, carefully setting them on the floor…

A few months later, I bought another pair of leather pants.  And the rest is history.