Jacket…braces……hmmm…torture maybe…yeah torture!Big black girl with a huge ass spanking a guy!
Dolmance`
the sandals were brown, and made of leather. i had seen my father wear them, not in real life, of course. only in pictures. back when he was a liberating, free for all hippie. i never got to know that man, because now the only leather that he wore was on his italian made dress shoes and watch strap.
Cold leather grasped in my hand as my fingers tightened around its stiff casing. In my hand was a sword made to kill and encased with the skin of the dead.
like shoes. or purses. made of animals. probably not very good for the animals. it smells nice sometimes. well, except in car air freshener form. then it’s a bit strong really. motorcycle enthusiasts wear it often. it is a sort of protection from road rash.
Sam
I ruined a pair of my mothers best leather gloves once. It was the day after a snow day at school and there was a little snow still left. After a few mediocre snowball fights and a slightly pathetic attempt at scraping together a snowman, the slush was abandoned and we all headed inside to be warm. I must have left those brown leather gloves at the bottom of my school bag for weeks. When mother found them, they were covered in thick green and white mold. And she screamed.
The teacher was explaining how the material leather came into being. It was originally from a piece of the bull that was le
Terri-Anne Scott
so i bought some leather shows for my dog to chew on but she didnt like them i dunno shes a weird dog. so i gave them to jessies rabbit but rabbits dont eat shoes it seems weird thing they are . um yeahow that wasnt any fun erm awkward
Her hair was plastered to leather car seat, her eyes wide, unseeing. Outside the car, rain pounded. The only sound she heard was muffled by the muted pound of rain and the steady thumping of the windshield wipers. As she faded away, though, all she heard was his voice telling her to hold on, and hers telling him to let go.
lh
lederhosen…. fetishes…. nice shoes,,, is it morally wrong to like leather when it is the skin of a dead animal? I don’t really know but I think I like leather better than pleather. But then I don’t really know what pleather is.
Miles
its soft and on my brown bag, its skin after someone smokes cigarettes or bakes in the sun. its rough and soft at the same time, its beautiful and rugged, it can be changed into any color and adapt to any situation such as classy or trashy.
Lauren
leather-bound, I’m tied down like no other time before, no response nor motion lays where I lie, an open door to blue ocean lets loose beneath the sky, a leather cloud lets go of its store, pungent like a sponge but still sucking up more…
Leather draws me somewhat. Fires something in my brain. Kinky much! Shame about the way it’s got though.. I’m sitting on a leather sofa as I write this, wishing I was partaking in other activities.
Leather has texture,it’s usually brown,comes from animals skins,can be used in clothing and a number of other things,the process used to create it is called tanning and it really smells (due to the use of urine mostly)
J
The supple leather creaked as she gently crossed her legs. “I need that passcode.” The room seemed to flicker mysteriously. I knew that this was the corniest scene I had ever imagined.
She pulled on her leather jacket. As she closed each clasp, she muttered a short prayer. Engraved on each one was a name of a fallen comrade. Her fingers faltered for a moment as she touched the name of her husband. Swallowing the grief, she continued on. The top button was left blank, reserved for her own name.
I scoffed at him as he smirked. “You think that just because you wear that stupid leather jacket and act like a bad boy that I’ll fall for you?” I asked. “Yeah,” he replied bluntly. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down so that we were face to face. “Well, you’re absolutely right,” I whispered, and kissed him.
Leather and lace to wrap around. Seduce the mind and the soul, while twisting your mind with my words. Seduction is a key instrument in getting anything you want.
My horse doesn’t like leather, but it tolerates the stuff, leather bridle, saddle, boots, but without it i wouldn’t be able to control him. free and easy just me and the horse
David Robinson
leather is cows, dead cows. their left behind stories told on the feet of the rich. chewy, old, dead.
Marie
its comes from cows and cowboys wear it as hats or boots or you could have it on furniture or on anything really it feels rough and slightly sticky ummmmm its can be black or brown and is normally tanned
“I miss my leather jacket.” She mumbled, barely intelligible. “Much better than these old sheets.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Reminds me of home.”
Hc
Leather, again? Oh leather. Again, the notebook. If anyone were to ever read that notebook, well then, say bye bye. Sianara. Better luck next time. Ciao. Frickin hell man. Really, leather?
Griffin
leather boots, leather saddle, im ready to go, ready to ride my way out of this godforsaken town. i ride out into the sunset, overlooking the desert, and im ready. my steed neighs, and we ride off together, my horse and i. all i need.
nikolette
once an animal, or a part of an animal. We have fashioned a use of that part of the animal for our purposes. Not that it is bad or what not. But when we don’t have an appreciation that we use and rely on other living entities for our comfort and survival we disconnect our selves from an important part of existing on this planet.
Jeff
The leather of your purse, your boots, your car seats, all had that scent that twenty-some odd years later send me nostalgic chills of the woman I could barely call my mother.
LEATHER IS GROSS AND REALLY FASHIONABLE. I HATE THE SMELL. UM IDK… LEATHER PURSES R GREAT. MY DAD HAS LEATHER PANTS. UM YA LEATHER. THIS IS REALLY HARD TO DO… I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE. LEATHER LEATHER LEATHER. HEY IF U PRESS BACK U GET WAY MORE TIME. LOL. I SHOULD WRITE A HUGE PARAGRAPH ABOUT LEATHER.
LEATHER IS A MATERIAL MADE OF COW SKIN. IT IS USED ALMOST MORE THAN THE MEAT ITSELF. THYERE ARE PURSES AND CLOTHES AND CASES AND TONS MADE OF LEATHER. LEATHER
DON’T WANT TO WRITE A HUGE PARAGRAPH… LOL
LOVELOVELOVE <33
aLESHA dIANE
Hot and sexy. Animal, but in a good way. shiny, interesting, protective and barbaric. Leather warms us and comforts us. lace? maybe. pleather not so much
kendra
His house was completely covered in leather. The walls, the couch, the bed, the refrigerator, even the garden. I went outside to feed the dog, half expecting him to be covered in leather too; he was.
Kurt Cobain said that just because you’re paranoid it doesn’t mean that they’re not after you, and I wonder if that’s what it feels like to have Mad Cow disease.
Invi
Being a dietary vegan, for many reasons, I need to justify my dr. Marten boots. Here it is: COMFY.
Invi
Once there was a man who wore leather pants. He loved those pants, and many people thought he was gay. He was, but he could never tell anyone. So he hid his pants, and his gayness. But one day he found a man who loved leather like him. They fell in love and lived happily ever after.
Melody
leather makes me think of my father’s wonderful winter gloves and being driven into the city as a child, of fogging up windows in the winter, of falling a sleep in a car and a winter coats that were a size too sleep. Leather…childhood…
the brown shoes were calling my name. rich black, strong, sure. i wanted them like i couldn’t remember wanting anything before. how much. four hundred. but why. i hate them.
caroline
I want your lovin and i want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance. I want your leather studded kiss in the sand i want your love
love
love
love
Jacket…braces……hmmm…torture maybe…yeah torture!Big black girl with a huge ass spanking a guy!
the sandals were brown, and made of leather. i had seen my father wear them, not in real life, of course. only in pictures. back when he was a liberating, free for all hippie. i never got to know that man, because now the only leather that he wore was on his italian made dress shoes and watch strap.
mmm leather
on my pasta
on my salad
in burritos and enchiladas
it tastes like gross sushi
and sausage underpants
Cold leather grasped in my hand as my fingers tightened around its stiff casing. In my hand was a sword made to kill and encased with the skin of the dead.
like shoes. or purses. made of animals. probably not very good for the animals. it smells nice sometimes. well, except in car air freshener form. then it’s a bit strong really. motorcycle enthusiasts wear it often. it is a sort of protection from road rash.
I ruined a pair of my mothers best leather gloves once. It was the day after a snow day at school and there was a little snow still left. After a few mediocre snowball fights and a slightly pathetic attempt at scraping together a snowman, the slush was abandoned and we all headed inside to be warm. I must have left those brown leather gloves at the bottom of my school bag for weeks. When mother found them, they were covered in thick green and white mold. And she screamed.
The teacher was explaining how the material leather came into being. It was originally from a piece of the bull that was le
so i bought some leather shows for my dog to chew on but she didnt like them i dunno shes a weird dog. so i gave them to jessies rabbit but rabbits dont eat shoes it seems weird thing they are . um yeahow that wasnt any fun erm awkward
clothes
fashion
cow
skin
beauty
warmth
pleather
expensive
luxury
time
fashionable
Her hair was plastered to leather car seat, her eyes wide, unseeing. Outside the car, rain pounded. The only sound she heard was muffled by the muted pound of rain and the steady thumping of the windshield wipers. As she faded away, though, all she heard was his voice telling her to hold on, and hers telling him to let go.
lederhosen…. fetishes…. nice shoes,,, is it morally wrong to like leather when it is the skin of a dead animal? I don’t really know but I think I like leather better than pleather. But then I don’t really know what pleather is.
its soft and on my brown bag, its skin after someone smokes cigarettes or bakes in the sun. its rough and soft at the same time, its beautiful and rugged, it can be changed into any color and adapt to any situation such as classy or trashy.
leather-bound, I’m tied down like no other time before, no response nor motion lays where I lie, an open door to blue ocean lets loose beneath the sky, a leather cloud lets go of its store, pungent like a sponge but still sucking up more…
The smell coming from the leather coat she was wearing was intoxicating, it made his head spin.
Leather draws me somewhat. Fires something in my brain. Kinky much! Shame about the way it’s got though.. I’m sitting on a leather sofa as I write this, wishing I was partaking in other activities.
Leather has texture,it’s usually brown,comes from animals skins,can be used in clothing and a number of other things,the process used to create it is called tanning and it really smells (due to the use of urine mostly)
The supple leather creaked as she gently crossed her legs. “I need that passcode.” The room seemed to flicker mysteriously. I knew that this was the corniest scene I had ever imagined.
Slaughtered animals helped make a folded leather pocket to hold dead presidents
She pulled on her leather jacket. As she closed each clasp, she muttered a short prayer. Engraved on each one was a name of a fallen comrade. Her fingers faltered for a moment as she touched the name of her husband. Swallowing the grief, she continued on. The top button was left blank, reserved for her own name.
I scoffed at him as he smirked. “You think that just because you wear that stupid leather jacket and act like a bad boy that I’ll fall for you?” I asked. “Yeah,” he replied bluntly. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down so that we were face to face. “Well, you’re absolutely right,” I whispered, and kissed him.
Rush rush, jump in the car, the leather seats hot from the sun, but I keep on, burning burning up with desire to see, just one last time, that face.
Leather and lace to wrap around. Seduce the mind and the soul, while twisting your mind with my words. Seduction is a key instrument in getting anything you want.
My horse doesn’t like leather, but it tolerates the stuff, leather bridle, saddle, boots, but without it i wouldn’t be able to control him. free and easy just me and the horse
leather is cows, dead cows. their left behind stories told on the feet of the rich. chewy, old, dead.
its comes from cows and cowboys wear it as hats or boots or you could have it on furniture or on anything really it feels rough and slightly sticky ummmmm its can be black or brown and is normally tanned
Rich kids have it,
me not so much.
“I miss my leather jacket.” She mumbled, barely intelligible. “Much better than these old sheets.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Reminds me of home.”
Leather, again? Oh leather. Again, the notebook. If anyone were to ever read that notebook, well then, say bye bye. Sianara. Better luck next time. Ciao. Frickin hell man. Really, leather?
leather boots, leather saddle, im ready to go, ready to ride my way out of this godforsaken town. i ride out into the sunset, overlooking the desert, and im ready. my steed neighs, and we ride off together, my horse and i. all i need.
once an animal, or a part of an animal. We have fashioned a use of that part of the animal for our purposes. Not that it is bad or what not. But when we don’t have an appreciation that we use and rely on other living entities for our comfort and survival we disconnect our selves from an important part of existing on this planet.
The leather of your purse, your boots, your car seats, all had that scent that twenty-some odd years later send me nostalgic chills of the woman I could barely call my mother.
LEATHER IS GROSS AND REALLY FASHIONABLE. I HATE THE SMELL. UM IDK… LEATHER PURSES R GREAT. MY DAD HAS LEATHER PANTS. UM YA LEATHER. THIS IS REALLY HARD TO DO… I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE. LEATHER LEATHER LEATHER. HEY IF U PRESS BACK U GET WAY MORE TIME. LOL. I SHOULD WRITE A HUGE PARAGRAPH ABOUT LEATHER.
LEATHER IS A MATERIAL MADE OF COW SKIN. IT IS USED ALMOST MORE THAN THE MEAT ITSELF. THYERE ARE PURSES AND CLOTHES AND CASES AND TONS MADE OF LEATHER. LEATHER
DON’T WANT TO WRITE A HUGE PARAGRAPH… LOL
LOVELOVELOVE <33
Hot and sexy. Animal, but in a good way. shiny, interesting, protective and barbaric. Leather warms us and comforts us. lace? maybe. pleather not so much
His house was completely covered in leather. The walls, the couch, the bed, the refrigerator, even the garden. I went outside to feed the dog, half expecting him to be covered in leather too; he was.
Kurt Cobain said that just because you’re paranoid it doesn’t mean that they’re not after you, and I wonder if that’s what it feels like to have Mad Cow disease.
Being a dietary vegan, for many reasons, I need to justify my dr. Marten boots. Here it is: COMFY.
Once there was a man who wore leather pants. He loved those pants, and many people thought he was gay. He was, but he could never tell anyone. So he hid his pants, and his gayness. But one day he found a man who loved leather like him. They fell in love and lived happily ever after.
leather makes me think of my father’s wonderful winter gloves and being driven into the city as a child, of fogging up windows in the winter, of falling a sleep in a car and a winter coats that were a size too sleep. Leather…childhood…
the brown shoes were calling my name. rich black, strong, sure. i wanted them like i couldn’t remember wanting anything before. how much. four hundred. but why. i hate them.
I want your lovin and i want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance. I want your leather studded kiss in the sand i want your love
love
love
love