Leather does something to you. You can’t fight it. When I wear it, your brain fogs up and all that’s left is the urge to stroke. Your body knows what to do—slow, steady, mindless. You always “enhance” your experience, don’t you? One deep breath… and you’re gone. Spiraling. Gooning. Drooling for a leather-clad goddess you’ll never touch. Just watch. Just stroke. Just fall deeper. This is what total visual addiction looks like.
