Have you felt your leathers become part of your skin when the leather heats up?  Did it become your second skin, suddenly sticky as you tried to peel it off?  Have you felt such heat that the moment is raunchy and your smell becomes a calling card?    Did you melt the dye and stain your skin, not caring because the only thing you’re going to remember is the heat, the animalistic sex, and just how good dirty leather sex can be? Did your leathers leave a stain on you that lasted long after you scrubbed the black off?

Have you ever walked in a bar and been engulfed by those smells?  Have you experienced the air filled with heat, sweat, and sex so tangible that the sex you had in the corner with your monogamous partner of twenty years felt promiscuous?

How long has it been since you were a part of your leather skin?  How long has it been since you didn’t condition your leathers right away because your sweat and sex cured your leathers into more then they had been before?  How long has it been since you dressed in your leathers and knew when you pressed a face into your crotch they would feel your heat and smell you?

Have we forgotten the raunchy excitement of leathersex for a clean, upstanding, keep my leather conditioned approved of sex play in the dungeon kinda sex?  When was the last time you walked in a dungeon and smelled sex?  When was the last time you walked in anywhere and smelled the overwhelming delicious danger-ridden invitation of leather?

We talk about our safewords, R.I.S.K. aware behavior, cleaning solutions, and the appropriate measures of a “good” player.  Does it make you hot?  Does it make you want?

When I think about want I think about walking into the Lure in N.Y.C. and smelling stale cigars, piss and leather.  I think about if I’ll get lucky enough to claim one of the dirty dark corners to do the illegal deeds rushing through my mind that everyone there will overlook.  I’ll think about the taste of sweat and the smell of leather as I sink my teeth in the quivering flesh offered to me.  I won’t think about the mantras.

When I heard this issue of The Link was about Sweating in Leather—I could have talked about sweat equity in relationships and what it takes to be a great top and a sublime slave.  I’ll leave that to someone else. I’d rather think about how breathless the smell of sweat and the stink of leather skin will make me want more each and every time.

Catherine Gross
Originally published in NLA-I The Link, Aug 2009, Issue 09, Vol 3, page 29

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