“Leather and Lace”

I started to tingle between my legs as I was driving home from the beach on Sunday.  I was listening to the old song, “Leather and Lace.”  It is an awesome old song and my thoughts drifted off to an old lover. He had an insatiable sexual appetite.  He was much older, had a weathered sun-kissed California face.  Good guy. Smart man.   He rides a Harley, guitar player, passionate about his views, health nut and the most amazing lover! I remember how hot he looked his leather jacket when he would arrive at my apartment.  California nights can be very chilly.  He would arrive with red cheeks and I would answer the door in a very sexy lacy lingerie set. He would embrace me as soon as the door opened and kiss me.  I would feel his leather jacket pressed up against my soft lace and my warm body.  I loved watching him taking off that jacket because I knew everything else would come off as well.  I would hang up his leather jacket for him and walk behind me whisper in my ear and comment about my lingerie.  He liked lacy, see through lingerie the best.  He would run his hands over the soft fabric.  Sometimes he would undress me right there at the coat closet, sometimes he wouldn’t peel me out of my lace until he was ready to fuck me. He would talk dirty to me while he fucked me.

I have not seen him in several months now. Now it is your turn to create some new sexy memories with me.

Love you,

Skylar