Just Another Afternoon in Rubber
Tax Day in the USA - how better to spend it than in gloriously sensual heavy rubber. I put on the usual Hydroglove suits with the heavy Latex Catfish dive suit as the ultimate rubber enclosure. I've tapes the gas mask tube better at the suit crotch. I pull the gas mask in place. I suck in the heavily scented rubbery air. The hot inside of the uit and the amazingly powerful aroma is quite overpowering. Many folks have commented on the strong odor of the Latex Catfish suits. I love that smell. It is so heavy and industrial-like rubber. I'm reminded of the old sporting goods store of my youth with its large section of hip boots and chest waders and the strong rubber odor seeping from the flimsy plastic bags the boots were in. I bought one pair of hip boots and several pairs of waders from that store. The waders were black rubber and really more for work, not sport. They were wonderful!
I settle down to several hours of rubber fun. I surf the Web. I take a brief rest break and just shift into meditation mode on the floor. The rubber bliss completely surrounds me. My rubbery world caresses me. I become the living rubber and it becomes me. We are inseparable in my wondrous lust for rubber passion.
Before I take the floor I confirm that my breathing system is safe. I remove the mask briefly to pull down the outer suit hood, replace the mask and pull the hood up over the mask edges. The mask harness is now under the hood, safe, secure and out of sight.
I feel sweat tickling my body under the always present Hydroglove layer. The Hydrogloves are the perfect undergarment - long johns for rubberists. I stroke the outer suit. I feel the touch spread as it passes through the layers to the skin beneath. Thrill of rubbery anticipation passes through me. I shudder i anticipation of what is next.
After the floor time, I return for some additional surfing. I try the rubber pal Skype chat but it is empty. I keep it open while surfing. Someone may show.
Then after swapping my mask, I settle in for my last act of rubber fun. Interruption! The phone rings and its my doctor office wanting to set up an appointment. I pull off the mask and expose my mouth to answer. My hearing is quite restricted as I did not have time to pull the hoods off. Still I manage to make my appointments. I think I got the dates and time. Fortunately, they will be printed out before the day of the appointment.
Back to my final act. I put the mask/hood back on. I pull up some favorite wanking videos and settle in for the final arousal and my deliciously erotic explosion. The explosion delayed and anticipated all this time. It lurks just under the surface. It rises as a mighty whale and leaps from the calm sea in a roaring burst of explosive thrusts. Like the quiet sea, my body erupts in massive release; muscles tense, breathing rushes forth, the air sucks from the suit - the extra heavy brething effectively pulls air out of the suit quicker than the small openings can replenish, but I take it. I love it. I revel in the incredible rubber lust that rubberists can only understand.
The too soon my journey is over and I must slowly return to the other world, the one I escape through rubber...Until the next journey - my rubber sleeps in its drawers.
No comments:
Post a Comment