It’s weird how fetishes and kinks can sneak up on you. One day you find something leaves y
It’s weird how fetishes and kinks can sneak up on you. One day you find something leaves you cold, or better yet, doesn’t leave you at all, just another spot in the white noise that makes up the background of your day, and the next it’s creeping up on you, coalescing into a shape among the static, and you’re paying attention. It was the squeak that made me dismiss latex for so long. The idea of movement being something comical, when it was supposed to be sexy, made me put it to one side with a half chuckle, and decide that no, that wasn’t for me. But it hugs the body so well. More importantly, it shows it so well. The little glimmers of highlighting that accentuate every curve, another point of light that demonstrates the depth and swell of each and every part of you, that not even something as form fitting as spandex can mirror. I like the idea of turning you into a dark reflection, a warped mirror that I can see myself in. I’ve even come around to the squeak. It’s ridiculous, but ridiculous can embarrass and humiliate, and if even the slightest of your movements is going to make you blush and squirm, causing a ripple of that rubber protestation, I can get behind something to incongruous. So I’ve turned around to it. And now it’s your turn. I’ll zip you up. -- source link
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