Posted Mon Jul 11, 2016 | 78 Words | Tagged story

You said you loved bikers and the motorbike leathers. Thinking you could get away with keeping it to yourself without anybody taking notice.

Take a good whiff of the rubber smell, let it intoxicate you and fill your mind with thoughts of biking in your leathers, walking in your leathers, constantly in your leathers.

Smell it good and deep, and one day you will grow into your leathers properly and smell of musk and leather, good and proper.