Relaxing in rubber.

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 alone or with MrLatex. I’ve been looking through my pictures and found one that instantly made me want to play. (if only I weren’t staying with family away from home) It’s from the same play session as this one but shows a different side to me.

The side that loves to suck cock!

Particularly when that cock is straining for release due to the excitement of a new smokey black opaque catsuit.

Sinful Sunday

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Oversharing for TMI Tuesday

1. Would you rather get a spanking in front of your family or do a striptease at your workplace?

Oh no, the impossible question! I did get my boobs out at work once, and I fucked myself in my office along with completing stretching tasks at one of the projects I facilitated. Just naming a few of my misdemeanours. But these all happened when I was on my own. The risk of getting caught was real, but I could take big precautions to ensure I wouldn’t. Having a spanking in front of my family is something I could never do. My family is my children, mum, brother and nieces. My brother is the only one who wouldn’t be surprised, having walked in on me seducing his mate when I was a horny teenager visiting him on my post A-level break. He hid his embarrassment well at seeing his little sister swallowing his mates cock, and the only comment that followed was him asking how long I’d had my nipple pierced.

Anyway, I digress… A strip tease at work, that’s my humiliation of choice… Maybe not as impossible as I first thought.

2. You are a sexy _____ .

cock wielding, long armed deviant with an ability to melt me with your kisses. (Cock, kisses and hugs, you can see my wish list currently)

3. Hey baby tonight _____ me.

…Indulge… Let’s see, tonight I want to curl up in warm, strong arms. Safe against the world. Not because I’m feeling fragile but because I want to be wrapped up in someone. And last night? Well, last night I just needed to be left alone. To satisfy my own carnal cravings, porn in one hand and Doxy in the other, wave after wave of orgasm ripping through me in private release. Tomorrow that may change, I may become indecently aroused and want my face crushed into the floor while you hold my hands behind my back and slowly graze my lips and asshole with your hot tongue, ready to pound your thick cock deep into my heat.

So tonight, just indulge me.

4. Would you rather have a rewind button or a pause button on your life?

Pause! I was raised with a saying “You can’t live your life backwards” and as a result have always tried to be the best I can be. Sure, things haven’t always been perfect but I like the way things are now. There are definitely moments I would love to pause,  to eke out a little longer. Proud-mummy-moments, happy-slut-experiences and goal-achieved-and-level-up-times. But I don’t want to go back and relive. I have so much more to get back to.

5. Would you rather have noisy sex neighbors or nosy neighbors?

Nosy neighbours. I find noisy sex to be distracting, and am not overly loud. Well, sometimes I can be, but it’s a gutteral roar during a powerful post-edging orgasm rather than noisy during the whole experience. I like the idea of nosy neighbours though. What would they see? What would they say? Would they ask to join me? Or would the shame they feel at their own voyeurism lead them to stay home and take themselves in hand? I have a few rather lovely neighbours, now I’m thinking…

Bonus: Would you rather mentally or physically never age? Why?

Mentally I’m at a good age now, physically I’m coming into what I feel is my prime. The thought of dementure scares me. I have seen people become empty shells, and others regress. As I said above I don’t want to hit rewind. Also, the forgetfulness and mental decline are things that can’t currently be fought. I know that research opens up new options all of the time but I don’t fancy my chances much. Physical ageing can be delayed through exercise and diet, and I’m always up for a challenge. I know the risk factors from my immediate family, and am taking steps to ensure that I am battle ready if it turns out I have those markers. Osteoporosis, for example, can be delayed by quitting smoking (3.5 years clear), a calcium rich diet (I love all calcium rich foods) and high impact exercise (long distance running) which lays down extra calcium in the bones strengthening them for future punishment. Yes, the physical ageing is one I’m better equipped to deal with.

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Balls, beautiful balls…

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Balls are one of my favourite parts of a man!

There, I said it.

They aren’t quite as much of a turn on as strong forearms when you wrap them around me when I am feeling fragile and vulnerable, or send me into reverie like your hands do over a cup of coffee, and they won’t tell me as much about you as your eyes, twinkling with mischief, lust or love. I can’t savour them while you are dressed, like I can your ass and thighs as you climb the slope ahead of me, and rubbing my finger tips over your closely cropped hair is much more acceptable in public if that hair is on top of your head…

But still, I love balls.

I find them fascinating. I love kneeling between your legs and gazing up at your face while I wax your shaft. Thumbing the pre-cum into your shiny head and dropping my eyes I pulled my gaze down to your sac. Those little goosebumps, watching them grow as the skin contracts, dancing under my delicate breath.. My tongue snaking down to tease those little lumps, I’m salivating as the tiny nubs caress my taste buds, drool escaping my lips as the sensation drives my mouth wild. Inhaling deeply, stealing your essence from that beautiful flesh before parting my lips and devouring the objects of my desires. Hollowing my cheeks and sucking you in, hand still stroking your straining shaft firmly now as I raise my eyes to meet yours once more. Trailing my left hand down betwen your buttocks I stroke your tight hole, tease you with fingers lubed by the saliva now dripping from my chin. Your jaw clenches, breathing shallow, entire body thrumming with energy. The building tension relentless.

God, I love balls…

I love the way you are so strong and confident, mastering my mind and body. Your dominance makes my pussy clench with each. Little. Word. that you care to toss in my direction.

But when I am there, worshipping every last pore, I am the one that holds you, and your power in my hands.

Illuminated sign saying Kiss my butt and lick my balls.

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Last of the red hot lovers

 

Her beautiful Adonis stood at the lust-o-meter, holding the phallic grip he barely registered a clammy.  To her he would always be at least smouldering.

Reaching around she rubbed her hand across the familiar bulge, his meaty cock impressive even when flaccid. Sliding her hand inside his pants and squeezing his thickening shaft. “This isn’t my hand” she whispered into his ear, motioning at the tall dark man in the corner, who was watching them with fire in his eyes.”Now, try again, but that’s his cock….”she hissed into his ear.

A satisfied smirk spread across her lips: Red Hot

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Touchy Feely Food for Thought

Touchy-feely latex

It turns out I’m a touchy feely sensation slut.

I thought I had always been averse to touch, there isn’t a time I remember enjoying the touch of P. His hands, his body, his tongue and his beard… all made me recoil for as far back as I can think. Taking my sexuality back I somehow managed to keep the intimacy of touch at bay, though the strongest memories with Sir are of the lightest touch. A gentle finger trailing lightness through the darkness.

For me there must be balance between light and shade.

The darkness is the touch that I enjoy most, that I crave. It is the harsh bite of a belt, the fiery impact of wet bircher or the deep and thuddy vibrations of a heavy wooden paddle (or any other impact toy in between.) Although I know that it lacks the intimacy of a bare handed spanking it makes my skin come alive so that the lightness of gentle touch can be absorbed. The darkness creeps into the times when I touch myself. Pinching, pulling and stretching. But gentle strokes across my abdomen are wonderful, better when experiencing the touch of another as it turns my flesh all gooey.

The deeper the dark the brighter the light can be.

It isn’t just the sensations I can absorb though, it is the wonderful world of touchy feely intimacy which has opened up to me over the last year or so. My favourite way to arouse a lover is with my mouth. Not only am I up close and able to absorb the taste and scent of his flesh, I can see the impact of the gentlest touch my tongue. The goose bumps that erupt across a taut scrotum, the turgid flesh heating and turning darker in colour.

Worshipping a cock is one of my favourites for this reason.

I’d been speaking to some long-term friends and rubber lovers about their collection, hoods in particular. Around this time I met a latex fetishist who I took the plunge with. He was shy which I found quite endearing, he wasn’t used to sharing his fetish with others and was a gentle soul who harboured a lot of shame over his kink. He helped me into the hood he had brought for me to try, and with him all suited up he kissed me. I hadn’t really known what to expect but the sensation was like a gentle electric buzz across the contact points. This was a whole new way of enjoying touch. One that I have been enjoying exploring since, as you can see in the picture above.

I will definitely share more on this overtime.

While caress isn’t something that has been a feature in my life for long I have always had a dislike of having my belly button explored. And I don’t particularly like it when people get too close to my eyes. The first time I wore a blindfold was a huge leap of faith for me, and it opened my eyes to a whole new world of sensations.

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