re: rubber techniques 6 - posted in January
Reading this story in the archives, stirred my memory of days long ago (about 50 years), to my feverish adolesent discoveries of new ways to satisfy my ever demanding desires, when I discovered latex-mum's swim cap. My father had left, so my mother and I lived in a small appartment with my grandparents. Privacy was limited, so my times in paradise were treasured, quick adventures. Mum had re-entered the workplace, and wore foam cups in her bra to enhance her bust. I tried wrapping my swollen member in them, without much joy. In the same chest of drawers I dicovered her rubber swim cap. It was made of rather thick material, with a dimpled texture inside, and decorated with small rubber flowers. My imagination leapt, I could almost feel what it was going to be like exploding into it. I had to wait until I was at last alone with my new buddy, then a big spit, and the loose folds of exquisite rubber enveloped my rampant cock.
Soon my whole body melted into a rapturous dazed state, my mind focused on the overwhelming imperative to shoot my juice. All too soon I was commited to exlode and to feel the final strokes through a thick slippery mess in the joy toy. It was easy to clean and dry to return to it's dark liar where it awaited the next visit by my trembling hands, preparing it for my next journey to wonderland. That trip was made many times over the next years, until my masturbation centered about the coming years with my new found partner-for-life.
My devotion to latex is still strong, centered on exam gloves, and rolling on a pink condom so that ejaculation is a visual experience on top of all the other sensations.
May all your outcomes be joyous!