A walk in the shoes of the barefoot sub
Relaxing and rubber were two words that a year ago wouldn't have sounded right together. It's odd how in a year I've changed from being minutely curious about latex and a little scared, to missing it and my time spent relaxing in rubber. It's been too long since I've enjoyed any rubbery play time, either... Continue Reading →
There I was, outside the door that would take me to him. I had dreamt about this moment since he first came into my life, since the first time I was allowed to see him, albeit a photograph. Though the fantasy that I knew would never be brought to reality had been deep-rooted since my... Continue Reading →
Fresh from the bath, smooth and naked, I knelt before him in the soft light of my lounge, eyes down gazing lustily at his crotch. I heard him shift in the sofa, felt him lift a tendril of my damp hair from my neck and trace his finger under my chin, raising my face to... Continue Reading →
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