Leather, Livery, and Love is a comical erotic romance by yours truly to be published in the next couple of months or so by NineStar Press.  Let’s take a peek, shall we?…

Miranda unzipped the zippers alongside the calves of the black leather pants.  Then she stepped into them, and slowly eased them up her knees.  Things became more difficult as she slid the pants over her thighs, but she eased them up, alternating one thigh after the other.

She began to think of Abby, and her “ball bra” began to stretch.

You stop that, she said to herself, or you won’t be able to zip up the front of these.

She could see that bending over would not be easy once the pants were on all the way, so at this point she bent over to close the zippers over her calves.

Now for the black leather boots.  They were dramatic, shiny, and would run to the knees.  They were platform boots with a higher heel than Miranda had ever worn.  Oh dear, she thought, I’ll have to set the seat of the car way back when I wear these.  Miranda pushed her feet into them and zipped each one up the side.  Standing up, she nearly fell over.

This would take some getting used to.

Then Miranda tugged the pants up over her hips, slowly gyrating them for leverage as she did so.  Her cock bulge poked through the unzipped front.  She reached behind herself and drew in her breath as she buttoned the three buttons behind her, then slowly pulled the thick, double-ended zipper down over her cock, between her legs, and up over her bottom.

The next stage of what was to become her morning ritual was the jacket, which she wriggled into with some difficulty.  She did up the zippers on the forearms and then tightly buttoned herself up along the left side.

With her gauntlets and cap on now, Miranda stood before the full length mirror in her apartment.  The tight uniform, with its long, close fitting collar, exaggerated the length of her neck and the narrowness of her shoulders–especially relative to her wide, round hips.  She turned around, and craned her neck to get a look at her backside.

It was curious, that zipper going all the way down like that.  Theoretically, it was possible for someone to sneak up from behind, and… Miranda shuddered and pushed the thought away.

Miranda stared at herself.  What would that cheeky Abby think of me now? she thought.

She felt like she wanted to slap the girl’s face and then kiss her.

Miranda’s cock stirred again.

She let her hands drop down to her sides and stood boldly upright.  Then she twisted her hips this way and that, looking at her arse.

Not bad, she thought, not bad at all.

She faced the mirror head on.  My god, she thought, These pants make my dick look enormous.  Can one really strut about in public, drive to town and all, displaying oneself so?  Apparently.  Is it respectable to do so?  Apparently.  She was the chauffeuse of the Countess herself, the most eminently respectable woman in the region.