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Book Description
Black as a starless night and smooth as pure silk,
nothing entices eroticism like the look and feel of
leather. Lisette Ashton exhults in the sultry,
distinctive aroma of leather with a perfect description
of the erotic aspects of sliding into her new leather
jacket in "Truman Capote Was Wrong." In "Sunday
Service", author Kate Pearce takes a love of leather and
punishment even further in this homage to a black belt.
These stories will fill your senses with all there is to
enjoy in and out of leather.
Those Boots
by Jude Mason
Max couldn't take his eyes off them. The white leather,
stiletto boots with their five-inch heels and the toe
that would de-nut a bull if he were kicked in just the
right way. Gawd, they were amazing.
He took a step closer to the red-brick storefront,
suddenly aware of the traffic noises behind him. Rush
hour and somehow he'd lost the deafening sound of it.
Glancing around, sure everyone would be staring at him,
he was pleasantly surprised to see crowds blissfully
ignoring him, and each other, in their scramble to get
home.
He must be insane. But, he couldn't help himself. He
didn't have a choice; he had to.
They'd go over his knees. He imagined how they'd feel,
crushing his toes together. Walking would be next to
impossible, but that just added to his excitement. The
leather would fit snuggly around his calves, loose at
the ankles. The top would sag down and bulge around his
thighs, where they'd rub the more sensitive flesh, maybe
even pull a little, or slap when he walked. He loved
that. The pristine white of the boots, he'd never seen
anything so sexy, so in your face sexy.
His upper lip felt moist. He was sweating. Suddenly,
his suit jacket was stifling. Sweat trickled down his
sides, itched. His cock pressed hard against his
slacks.
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Phew, it's suddenly
a lot warmer in here. L Is for Leather is available
now. You can order
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