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Glowing pools of cande light Arranged carefully around the studio. A steel cage stood, big and strong So unlike the man outside. An experiment For kicks, For love, For leather. Manicured nails, gelled hair and Sheathed in Armani. Standing, observing and evaluating The other and the scene. The city bustled, street lights shone And people walked by On the street below. Laughter penetrated the window. Hypnotized, the clock stopped ticking, The violins got louder and The laughter faded As though the window thickened. Picked up the sharp thongs Coiled by the gloves. Violins again and again Kept repeating the beginning Of the same song but I loved it every time. He stepped inside, shut the door And looked up. Wiry and thin. So unlike the steel cage, Big and strong. So uncertain and full of fear. The bustle forgotten, The city hummed quietly As long slender fingers Clenched the leather. Violins again and again Getting louder and louder Like the drum in our ears Beating ever faster. Smooth skin and sharp leather Met. Whimpers and gasps And titilation. An experiment For kicks. For art. For leather. Two bodies: Both wet and sweating. One standing, observing and evaluating The other and the scene. Laughter penetrated the window Again. The violins stopped, And he stepped out for bandages. It was an experiment. Just for kicks,   For lust, For leather. An experiment. For kicks, For pain, For pleasure.
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May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 1:03 PM UTC
For kicks. For leather.
Glowing pools of cande light Arranged carefully around the studio. A steel cage stood, big and strong So unlike the man outside. An experiment For kicks, For love, For leather. Manicured nails, gelled hair and Sheathed in Armani. Standing, observing and evaluating The other and the scene. The city bustled, street lights shone And people walked by On the street below. Laughter penetrated the window. Hypnotized, the clock stopped ticking, The violins got louder and The laughter faded As though the window thickened. Picked up the sharp thongs Coiled by the gloves. Violins again and again Kept repeating the beginning Of the same song but I loved it every time. He stepped inside, shut the door And looked up. Wiry and thin. So unlike the steel cage, Big and strong. So uncertain and full of fear. The bustle forgotten, The city hummed quietly As long slender fingers Clenched the leather. Violins again and again Getting louder and louder Like the drum in our ears Beating ever faster. Smooth skin and sharp leather Met. Whimpers and gasps And titilation. An experiment For kicks. For art. For leather. Two bodies: Both wet and sweating. One standing, observing and evaluating The other and the scene. Laughter penetrated the window Again. The violins stopped, And he stepped out for bandages. It was an experiment. Just for kicks,   For lust, For leather. An experiment. For kicks, For pain, For pleasure.
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May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 1:03 PM UTC
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