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Latex Sex

May 1, 2010
He saw it online. “Latex Fetish Clothing”, the site header read. He didn’t have a latex fetish (or so he thought), but then the skirt caught his eye. It was tiny and black, and as advertised, made of latex. The image next to it showed a woman, waist-below, wearing the skirt. He thought of her then, bent over, wearing just the skirt… he bought it.
She laughed when he showed it to her. “It’s, it’s… a wide shiny belt”, she said, incredulous. But then he started to describe to her, slowly and without inflection, all the things he would do to her in that skirt, and her smile slowly faded. She looked at him, her mouth open just a little, her breathing irregular, pupils dark with arousal. “Tonight”, he said. She gulped hard and nodded her agreement.
They had dinner as usual that evening, except there was nothing very usual about tonight. “Take off your shirt”, he said, then paused to take a sip of his wine, “and then your bra. And once you’re done with that, could you serve me this gravy? I can’t reach it from where I’m sitting”.
His breath caught in his throat when she stood up. She was dressed in one of her tighter white shirts, the outline of her bra clearly visible. And waist-below… his instructions had been explicit, no panties. The skirt wasn’t quite long enough to cover her crotch. So she undressed, slowly, and by the time she was done peeling off her black lace bra so that she was left standing in just that ridiculous excuse for a skirt, he was adjusting himself in his pants, so hard it hurt.
She then walked over to him quietly, barefoot on the soft carpet. When she bent to serve him his dinner, her breasts plumped together, framed between her arms. Her areaolae were puckered, her nipples standing at proud attention.
He’d planned on keeping the tease up the whole of dinner (well, atleast) but just then he couldn’t help himself – he reached out to flick his thumb over one nipple, watching in wonderment as it grew even further away from it’s areola. She gasped as he took her into her mouth then, just the nipple, grazing his teeth over the rough little pebble. With one hand he caressed the breast he wasn’t sucking on, pinching hard and then soothing, running his thumb gently over the tender, aggrieved flesh. The dish in her hands wobbled.
When he reached down with his other hand to gently part the folds of her cleft, so slick already with anticipation, she gripped his hand, stilling it. “Dinner,” she said shakily, “food”. He took the gravy dish from her and set it aside. “What do you say we start with dessert tonight”, he said, speaking to her pussy, “hmmm, sweetheart?” He pushed her legs further apart, and further still, till the ‘skirt’ had ridden up and was little more than a band of plastic around her waist. Soon he had three fingers in her, his other hand gripping her around her hips, as his lips and his tongue and his teeth kissed and licked and nibbled at her clitoris. When she finally did come, hips grinding into his face, she was so loud he was sure the whole building had heard.
Three hours later, as they lay entagled in bed, happy and sated and sweaty, his stomach gave a rumble of long overdue protest. She turned to face him. “Dinner”, she said, “you re-heat”.
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6 Comments leave one →
  1. May 1, 2010 5:42 pm

    Dude… somehow this one just ran through. Bit like a post card post published in Letters to Penthouse. You get what am saying? As in it was very matter of fact, no feelings sort. Reckon which is why I was like meh at the end of it. Sex has to have feelings and emotions. And not just of the physical kind, but more of the mental kind. You need to mentally masturbate before you get to touch…

    #Rambling

    • May 1, 2010 9:21 pm

      I got that soulless feeling too, on re-reading. Hopefully the next post will be an improvement 🙂

      • May 1, 2010 9:23 pm

        What I write sometimes has this void which like @theevilp pointed out the other day comes when I am trying to force fit something. Its always best to leave something incomplete than to force fit really. Learned that the hard way. Cheers though, something is always better than nothing… 🙂

  2. May 2, 2010 3:27 pm

    Actually I really liked it. It was perfect. As was the image.

  3. May 3, 2010 10:33 pm

    Fatteyyyy 🙂

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