Leather Hand-Me-Downs

In late December I inherited two items of leather clothing: an absolutely gorgeous pair of leather pants and leather harness. Sadly, the guy in the leather harness was not part of the package.

The pants were of fine quality and, much to my amazement, had never been worn. The instant I tried them on they fitted me like a well-lubed glove. I had forgotten how deliciously sensual and erotic a pair of leather pants felt.

While not quite as exciting but nonetheless wonderful, there was a leather harness, which was essentially new and fitted the contours of my body rather well.

Now I must ponder that vexing question: Where do I wear them?