Leather gloves Stories

Sunday Morning Dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight piercing the gloom. The muffled cries of pleasure from the other room jolted me awake, a painful reminder of the events that had transpired. Michelle’s moans were softer now, but they carried a raw, primal edge that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh God, Alan, yes,” her voice filtered through the door, breathless and filled with pleasure. “Just like that.” “Yes,” she ga...

Mr. Piggy’s gloved hand quickly started the car, and checking traffic, he pulled out into the street. The alarm on his watch beeped again, signalling five minutes. A long sigh of relief passed his lips, the adrenaline rush from the job, now turning into a different form of rush.  Bonnie, leaving her mask in place, looked over at her partner, “Fuck Clyde, FUCK FUCK FUCK!” she screamed in excitement, “We fucking did it!”  “...