Rubber Sex

Introduction: Sleek, Shiny, Sinful and Seductive The first time I tried on a latex dress, I couldn t stop feeling myself up. After being generously shined to a high gloss, the gorgeous red dress gleamed?and so did I. It clung to my body in a way that let me see my curves anew, and any extra flesh I d lamented carrying suddenly became more fodder for this voluptuous material to caress. It made me proud of my full breasts, wide hips, and plump ass, because I knew each beckoned to anyone looking. It was way better than being naked, and it felt divine, like I was trapped inside this sleek, erotic cave, and I never wanted to get out. For the characters you ll read about in Rubber Sex, rubber, latex, and PVC set them off in a similar way, igniting multiple senses and firing up powerful fetishes. They interact with these materials as if they were lovers themselves, and when they meet someone who shares their interest, watch out. I had expected to get stories about dressing up?sexy nights on the town, glamorous parties, sensuous shopping sprees. And I certainly did; here you ll read about trying on the outfit of your dreams and realizing its full sexual potential. In that shiny black PVC dress she became Carrie the seductress. Carrie the bad girl. Carrie the slut, writes Kristina Wright in the opening story, capturing the way a single slinky outfit can transform a woman into her rightful kinky persona. That these outfits have a life of their own, and are players in these stories just as much, if not more than, their human counterparts, should not surprise you. It shouldn t have surprised me, but I was caught off guard by the large number of stories I was sent that featured rubber or latex panties. Yet it makes perfect sense: where else would a girl thrill to feel that ultratight, sleek sensation than against her most tender parts? As Elizabeth Coldwell writes in Cinema Show, I wriggled in my rubber panties, feeling them rub against my sensitized skin, stimulating me beyond endurance. I stifled a whimper; there was no one sitting next to us, but I didn t want to alert anyone in the rows in front or behind to what was happening. Another appeal of latex is its translucence; body parts press against it, hard nipples, the outline of a cock or a pussy, and what you can t fully see, you can more than imagine. In Lick of Pain, Crystal Barela s perfectly kinky lesbian latex tale, she describes it thusly: "A cocoon of shiny red brilliance covered Sylvia from ankle to chin. The latex was thin enough for me to see the belt and buckles of her strap-on. Two perfectly round holes were cut into the bodice of the dress and there her turgid nipples were made burgundy where they pressed through the openings. She looked sticky, like a giant wet lollipop. I swallowed hard, hoping my mouth was worthy of the task, that I could wrap my tongue around her body and slurp Sylvia between my plump lips, suck her from head to toe all at once. The taste of rubber would coat my insides like a balm." Other authors tackle the unusual ways rubber and latex can transport us out of the everyday and into a purely fetishized universe. Thomas S. Roche depicts a very hot scene with a vac bed, a latex bed in which one can be entirely encased, with strategic openings for maximum arousal. Jeremy Edwards protagonist in Tire Stud gets off on the smell, feel, and look of those round treads, and proves that they don t belong only on vehicles. The way rubber, latex, and PVC cling to the body?so tight there s no give, room only perhaps for some powder or the trickle of wetness to sneak in between?creates a second skin like no other. A lover is almost battling against the material to get to the prize beneath it, and the look of a nipple or an ass, a cock or a cunt bared beneath such suctionlike material, is enough to make these characters want their lovers to wear it all the time. Whether you ve experienced this intimate, intense molding of skin to rubber yourself, or have simply admired those who choose to adorn themselves in these magical, sex-laden outfits, you re in for a treat. Rachel Kramer BusselNew York City"