The last few days have been something of a break from writing for me. Not that I’m not writing–oh, no, I’m still going there, but considering I started out the week freaking my butt off I thought it best to tune things down a little, retreat and regroup, and get my butt back into things in a way that didn’t feel like I was forcing things.
I pretty much came to the end of my erotic story last night. Well, almost the end: all that reminds is a simple action (I should have said the climax, right? Ha, ha, freakin’ ha!) and then the coda and that’s it. My Trusty Editortm has been reading this story and they are of the opinion that this little story is very hot. Apparently there was a lot of thigh pressing during their reading, which I take as a good sign.
Of course some of this got me thinking, because the erotica has put my mind into other areas. And it seems to bring out–things in others as well. (By the way, if you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m going to discuss sexual things here, so if you don’t want to read, LOOK AWAY!!!) One of my online friends began describing a fantasy of hers yesterday, and like the good writer–and sometimes kinky dude–I am, we started working it out . . . and by the time we were finished with the, um, details, I think my friend was sitting at the computer with a little bit of shock beaming through the smile on her face.
Yes, I love a good collaboration.
And then today I log into my blog and discover I’ve got hits. And the hits came via a web search for the following: “latex catsuit american horror”. If you run that search you’ll find something very interesting, and I’m pretty curious about how this person found this blog–but that’s incidental to where I’m going.
There is a person I know and, I’ll be honest, I care about a lot. Said person is female, and I would say she is a very kind and generous person. She’s also a person who is, I would dare say, a kinky romantic, which is to say she’s a lot like me.
Nearly the moment I saw the link hit my mind started working, thinking of my friend and thinking of something else: latex. Now, people know I’ve had my issues with latex fetishists, but this is different, because I have the feeling that were my friend introduced to the product in the way I have in mind, they’d really enjoy it.
Keep in mind, kinky stuff coming next!
She wakes up slowly and I’m already up, with a few boxes ready for her. One has the loveliest green and black latex catsuit. After she showers we powder her body and work her into the suit, covering all of her body save for her head and hair. The second box has a pair of ultra-hot black platform heels that make her a good 6 inches taller once they’re on. And the third has a lockable corset that I slide around her waist, tighten just a little, and then padlock shut. The keys are locked inside a small safe that I know the combo to, and as that happens she puts her arms around me and asks how long it’s going to take before she’s allowed out.
That’s easy, I tell her. You have three orifices: all three will get used.
She smiles . . . and one of the three gets used right away.
The day is spent with her encased this way. She goes about her day and I have a hard time not touching her, feeling her, running my hands over her rubbery form. And she loves the attention. It makes her feel strange, but in a different way–a way she never knew existed. She’s experiencing a bit of a sexual awakening, and it’s allowing her to see a new her that she never knew could exist.
Yes, the suit is tight; yes, the heels make it difficult to walk and stand at times; yet, the gloves make it hard to do things sometimes; yes, the corset forces her to walk and sit differently; yes, doing things that she took for granted before are harder now, and sometimes require assistance–
And she loves it all.
Eventually the day comes to an end and night arrives. Eventually we find a way to put all three of her orifices to great use, and the keys come out of the safe and the things come off–but not until the next morning, when we’ve both had the opportunity to rest and recharge and enjoy a morning with fetish gear . . ..
And, of course, there is a follow up to this fantasy . . . something with her looking down on me while she’s holding her own boxes, and all the while she’s smiling . . . but I’m not going there at the moment–
Trust me, though: what happens next is really, really nice.
I mean, look at this face–
Would I lie?