Awesome shirt found on flickr. Good luck with your new latex:)
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Latex is such an astounding thing to wear. It is so smooth, so soft. Yes, I said it's soft. It amazes me the number of people who don't realize how soft it can be. It conducts heat very well, so wearing it feels like nothing else. It is entirely unique in texture and feel. Ahh, to live and work in it for the rest of my life... An unfeasible desire, but certainly a pleasant one.
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Some erotica for your pleasure:
Nervously, she layed her naked body atop the cold table. He smiled, and gently stroked himself, enjoying the sight. She was shaking ever so slightly, whether it was from the cold, or her nervousness, she knew not. He ordered her to lay on her stomach, and she dutifully obeyed him. All too quickly, she felt it's tip slide past her thighs and touch her sensitive rectum. She inhaled suddenly from the surprise, relaxing her sphinctre and the plug gently slid into place. Her mind whirled, and she felt the rush of a plug that's ever so slightly too big. Her muscles alternately clenched and relaxed, she breathed deeply and her eyes widened. Seeing this, he knew she had begun the inexorable descent into the inky cloak of subspace. She was already beginning to feel her own will numb, and she became simply a being floating from sensation to sensation. Her master took some warm, scented oil and gently began massaging her lower back and rear end with the oil. He particularily enjoyed teasing her, specifically avoiding her breasts and her vagina. He skillfully combined opposites, to stir the mind of his girl so that she never knew what she should feel. Warm, or cold? Stretched, or full? Sandalwood, or lavender?
Her mind slowed, and taken up with these contradictions of the senses was ready for anything he wanted. After caressing her so gently, he began to put the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Not so much a jailer, a master, or one who dominates. But more a caretaker, handling something precious and delicate. Their love was a tragic one, in that they both loved each other beyond the capabilities of expression. Her every breath, every movement, every sound thrilled him to his soul. Though he maintained control, there was always a volcanoe of passionate wonder just beneath the surface. That was his gift to her, control. By maintaining his focus in the moment, and watching over her, he allowed her to fly amongst the clouds, drifting without care from sensation to sensation. With his gentle hand, she could be sure there was no harm waiting for her.
Soon she was firmly fixed to the table. Testing her bonds, she found them firm, but comfortable. Like being wrapped tightly in a blanket, it evoked feelings of comfort and happiness. As he held up the ball gag, she knew her duty to him. Obediently, she opened her mouth and engulfed the delicious rubber with her mouth. Tightened behind her head, it would not be removed for some time - perhaps not even until morning. A mask was then pulled over her eyes, and she was now completely cut off from the world around her. Carrying on, he fastidiously prepared his toys in order on a metal tray. Everything sterilized and ready.
Nervously, she layed her naked body atop the cold table. He smiled, and gently stroked himself, enjoying the sight. She was shaking ever so slightly, whether it was from the cold, or her nervousness, she knew not. He ordered her to lay on her stomach, and she dutifully obeyed him. All too quickly, she felt it's tip slide past her thighs and touch her sensitive rectum. She inhaled suddenly from the surprise, relaxing her sphinctre and the plug gently slid into place. Her mind whirled, and she felt the rush of a plug that's ever so slightly too big. Her muscles alternately clenched and relaxed, she breathed deeply and her eyes widened. Seeing this, he knew she had begun the inexorable descent into the inky cloak of subspace. She was already beginning to feel her own will numb, and she became simply a being floating from sensation to sensation. Her master took some warm, scented oil and gently began massaging her lower back and rear end with the oil. He particularily enjoyed teasing her, specifically avoiding her breasts and her vagina. He skillfully combined opposites, to stir the mind of his girl so that she never knew what she should feel. Warm, or cold? Stretched, or full? Sandalwood, or lavender?
Her mind slowed, and taken up with these contradictions of the senses was ready for anything he wanted. After caressing her so gently, he began to put the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Not so much a jailer, a master, or one who dominates. But more a caretaker, handling something precious and delicate. Their love was a tragic one, in that they both loved each other beyond the capabilities of expression. Her every breath, every movement, every sound thrilled him to his soul. Though he maintained control, there was always a volcanoe of passionate wonder just beneath the surface. That was his gift to her, control. By maintaining his focus in the moment, and watching over her, he allowed her to fly amongst the clouds, drifting without care from sensation to sensation. With his gentle hand, she could be sure there was no harm waiting for her.
Soon she was firmly fixed to the table. Testing her bonds, she found them firm, but comfortable. Like being wrapped tightly in a blanket, it evoked feelings of comfort and happiness. As he held up the ball gag, she knew her duty to him. Obediently, she opened her mouth and engulfed the delicious rubber with her mouth. Tightened behind her head, it would not be removed for some time - perhaps not even until morning. A mask was then pulled over her eyes, and she was now completely cut off from the world around her. Carrying on, he fastidiously prepared his toys in order on a metal tray. Everything sterilized and ready.
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