I watch as Ken strides away from me, his ass so very enticing in the leather pants. Ken had talked me into coming to the club's Leather Night. An oxymoron if you ask me, every night is leather night here. Not that I've been here recently. I enjoy the private, intimate relationship that I have with Ken. I don't need the club, now that I have Ken.
At one time, I needed, craved the pain that I could find here. Although it never gave me the peace I was searching for. Tonight I'm at peace, even decked out in leather.
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