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As the months passed I grew ever more relaxed in my own skin. My overall health, physical and mental, was improving and friendships were being strengthened. Not long after my hair was lightened I was permitted another visit from LatexC. He had a gift for me, and I was ready to start easing into a second skin of rubber.
Up until this point I’d tried hoods, both while wearing vanilla clothes and when naked in nature. But he carefully unpacked a latex corselette, handing it over reverently. I may have been comfortable in my own skin, but by the time I’d wriggled into this little outfit I was feeling distinctly awkward. I could see everything, all of the lumps and bumps were more visible than I’d ever noticed before. Not only was it new and different, it was also feeding into my insecurities.
Have I mentioned how (this) latex fetishists respond to the material?
During our first meeting I’d discovered exactly what difference a simple hood could make to his arousal. I may have been feeling unattractive, but his enthusiasm was fascinating. And seeing his excitement straining against his full length catsuit I knew what I wanted, and I couldn’t wait long enough to remove the corselette.
Pleasuring him gave me the mental break to appreciate exactly how sexy a second skin could make me feel. As my arms slid over the shiny bodice as I worked my gloved hands up and down his equally shiny legs. Even the old, soft leather of my sofa felt luxurious as I got myself comfy. Pressing my Doxy into my clit he took his time fucking me, allowing the sensations to build.
As the first orgasm overtook me he brushed my second skin with intent.
The strokes felt like faint electricity invigorating my flesh. Shooting stars of joy zipped from my pulsating sex to the finger traces, wherever his gentle touch landed. A feast of sensuality for this pain monkey.
As soon as we had both reached climax I became keenly aware of the drop in temperature. LatexC explained that you build a layer of sweat between skin and latex. While this is great for creating that feeling of a static charge it, as soon as the blood returns to normal cold sets in.
Peeling my second skin off, with a little help, I bundled back into layers. Curious about the sensations, pleasure and opportunities I might enjoy in this outfit. My insecurities of earlier fading into insignificance as I washed, dried and put the piece away. I knew there was so much more exploring to do, and I had just the idea on where this would take me next.
A Second Skin is the second post for A Little Help From My Friends week. The third theme for February Photo Fest 2022.
2022 is my third time participating in February Photo Fest. February Photo Fest 2019 was my first, with my second being February Photo Fest 2021.
From the story of how the barefoot sub became the woman she is today, to toy reviews, with a hefty dose of contemplation, a sprinkling of erotica and a LOT of nudity in between, you can be sure to find something to tickle your fancy at A Leap Of Faith.
How many new sensations and how well you wrote about it!
Forward, to new sensations.
The myriad sensations of latex are fantastic. Hot and cold. Slip and grip. Constricting and freeing. Tight against your skin while allowing you to feel every movement. It’s great to read you’re on that road of discovery.