Patent leather turns me on.

Not a little, but a whole lot.

Most of the year, I keep my fetish zipped up tight. Nobody would guess that what makes me harder than steel is a bendable, malleable fabric. It would be different, I suppose, if I was into feathers or tickling or wearing a head-to-toe gimp suit. Those fetishes are more difficult to keep under wraps, while the enjoyment of patent leather is easy (for the most part) to hide.

But on Halloween, my girlfriend dressed to thrill. She knows all about my fetish, and she had clearly decided to make my Halloween a night to remember. When I arrived home from work, she paraded in front of me — dressed entirely in patent leather.

“What are you supposed to be?” I asked, feeling almost winded by desire.

“Guess.”