Having one or two rubber pieces on (for example, stockings, shorts, a swimsuits, gloves) is something completely different from being totally encased in latex. At some point the quantity turns into quality. When you skin loses the contact with the outer “space”, you are plugged, gagged and unable to see, speak or even hear, you do not have to be bound to move into another world of “inner feelings”.
Everything changes. You can roll around, or, better, swim in a warm and soapy water in the bathtub, stroking yourself, you want it to last forever. You do not want to get out of the tight, elastic, gentle but Continue reading “Total latex encasement art and “inner feelings””
