Daily Writing: Leather

“I don’t feel comfortable.”

“They’re leather pants; no one is comfortable in leather pants.”

He tugged at the waist band of the pants and wiggled around like a kid that had to use the bathroom. “I don’t mean I feel uncomfortable physically. I mean I feel uncomfortable in general. This feels really sexual and I’m not comfortable with it.”

She adjusted stopped painting her whiskers and looked at him through the mirror. “Hey, you’re the one that wanted to dress up as a rockstar for Halloween.”

“I know, but I thought it would be more funny and less sexy.”

“You really are broken. I’m the Catholic one, leave the guilt to me.”

“Ha ha ha, very funny. You knew when I married you that I’m not very… in touch with that side of myself.”

Turning around she grabbed him by his belt loop and pulled him closer. “Yeah, I should have known something was up when it took you four dates before you even made your move to kiss me.”

“It’s not my fault that I respect you that much. Anyways, I got over it.”

“That you did. Speaking of, are you going to get over the leather pants or should I get you an old bed sheet so you can cut out some eye holes?”

He looked at himself in the mirror and turned to look at his own ass.

“You know, it’s only once a year. I think I’ll get over it.”

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