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 →
What happens when you pop to a friends house to wish them well in their new home? They got out their latex collection and insist that I try on their bobble hood. A more Sinful Sunday than I was expecting!
Chopping made sinful. Chopping in the latex hood is one way to make sure my hair doesn't fall in the dinner... Take a look and see what everyone else is up to:
Though there was sadness at not being owned, I understood and accepted the turn of events. If wanted to make the most of my life and not be stuck at home wallowing in the what ifs I had to get going. I knew that I wasn't looking for a new dominant, I wasn't ready for... Continue Reading →