Gene Has A Fetish
Rating: M
Pairing: Gene/OFC (unknown female character would prob be more accurate)
Disclaimer: LoM belongs to Kudos/BBC
Note: Written for the 2008 Anonymous Pornfest on LiveJournal
Gene had been a normal bloke until that summer night in '52. He often thought he would undo it if he could. The place was a dive, crowded, so smoky you could barely see your hand in front of you. This is why Gene ended up stumbling out back to relieve himself rather than push his way to the mens room. He heard them first, the unmistakable moaning of an aroused female. Silently advancing he stole a look into the alley. It was a decade before Gene could admit the image of the woman, sweating and panting, with her blouse pulled open and her skirt bunched around her waist was not in fact what he thought about to get himself off. It was her boots, thigh-high, black leather. One stiletto heel worried her partner's leg as he pounded her into the brick. In another decade the image in his head was no longer enough and he had to have it for himself, feel it, and know it.
He first saw her in July '72, just another prossie. She spent a night in the cells. Gene stayed as far from the area as possible, he knew he wouldn't have taken no for an answer. He'd sought her out later, when she was out of her street clothes and he could control himself. He saw her maybe once or twice a month, it wasn't enough. She'd wear those black leather boots and nothing else, her legs wrapped around him, their exertions would cause the leather to become hot to the touch, supple. The heels would dig into his leg as he rode her.
He wanted to make a quick stop in the john just thinking about it but he knew it was no good, it wouldn't happen without the warm leather, the heels. He would just have to wait.
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