Leather Novels & Stories

“I’m thinking paella or lobster?” “Wow. There is no other way into a man's heart than through his stomach.” I nodded, knowing she understood me. “And have you picked out an outfit?” I stared out into the mirror, “Or you can just whip cream?” My face grew red, spinning to face her. “Bell!” I called out. She shrugged,

But all I could do was grit my teeth, clench my fists, and let my wolf pace frantically in my chest. Then came the clothes. Not soft tunics. Not anything meant for comfort. Leather. Dark, sleek, and unforgiving. The first piece was a pair of fitted pants—if they could even be called that. The material clung to my skin like a second layer, thin but structured, hugging every line of my legs and hips with suffocating precision. There was no room to hide in them, no looseness, no modesty. Every movement pulled the leather tighter, emphasizing rather than concealing.

Given over to other people's hands. The armor wasn't armor of the kind the South made. No plate, nothing that shone. It was layered hide and boiled leather and something dark worked into the seams that I didn't ask about, and it made him bigger, which I wouldn't have thought was a thing he needed help with. The straps bit lines into the muscle of his arms. Hesse smoothed a palm down his back when she finished, one flat pass, checking the whole rig held, and stepped away. He caught me watching.

I looked up and saw tears streaming down her face. “I know,” she whispered. “Your mom saved the cloak for me. I take it out sometimes and look at it.” Her lips twisted. “It is thick leather. I don’t know what beast they slay to make it but it was home tanned. I could see the marks of the rocks they used to pound it flat.” I bit my lip. I hadn’t realized my mother had done that. She would have understood, though. She was taken from her family at a young age, too. I am sure she realized the importance of keeping something familiar.

A genuine smile flashes on her face once again as she usher me to follow her to the next shelf just behind the sandals. “Here, Ma’am.” I thanks her and look around the shelf until I found a small white flap bag with a gold-tone strap. That automatically caught my attention so I pointed it immediately, so the lady grab it out from the shelf herself. “It’s made up of lambskin and these are gold-tone metal on its strap, Ma’am.”

She was still fully clothed but I was already turned on. “ This is going to hurt.” I said as I stared at her unbuckling my belt. All my belts were made from vegetable tanned leather. It was super hard but I trusted that she could take it. “ Are you ready?”

What a hunk! She could not resist glancing dawn, checking his equipment. Yes, sure enough, there between his muscular leather-covered thighs lay the prominently thick finger of his phallus. Leather! There wasn’t a smell like it anywhere on God's earth. Animal. Feral. Totally sex oriented. She melted inside, loose and moist as she relived the moment in the library when she had sat in the operator’s chair and rubbed her pussy against the seat. Leather combined with male sweat, male aftershave, the strong tang of male sex organs. Wonderful! Juices seeped from her vulva, soaking her panty gusset.

I ran my fingers slowly across the stitching while studying the shape carefully. Then I shook my head. “No.” The woman blinked immediately. “No?” “The handle is too stiff,” I said while adjusting it slightly. “And the hardware feels excessive.” She immediately typed down the correction. I reached for the second sample. Cream leather. Softer body. Too soft. “It loses shape too easily,” I muttered before handing it back. Another note was taken immediately. Then I opened the third box. The second my fingers touched the bag, I paused. Dark espresso brown.

It was well taken care of. But then he held it up, revealing it was a pant and shirt suit. She wouldn’t ever wear something so appropriate! She shook her head. But he ignored her and began to dig through another crate. He handed Arcadia a pair of boots and whispered, “Elven leather. Light, durable, and still have room for enchantments.” “Can you try it on, Clarissa?” Arcadia encouraged. “It’s the first decent thing we have seen today.” “It’s not decent.” Clarissa hissed at her as the merchant left the tent.

she said. The shop was a small clothing shop with a half-dozen leather outfits ranging from full suits of clothes to skimpy bra-and-brief sets in the window. The clothing obscured the view of much of the interior, so Cherry had to take Lucy's word that she was not being taken to a sex shop. Once inside, the smell of new leather assailed their nostrils and Cherry breathed it deep into her lungs, gaining an appreciative look from both Lucy and Michael. The shop was simply filled with racks of leather coats, leather dresses, leather bodi