So while I’m not someone who would identify as a ‘rubber boi’, my attraction to latex outfits is something that has grown in me as I’ve delved deeper into the world of kink. There’s something about their glossy-impermeability and tight-fitting sensuality... it seems to separate the wearer from the humdrum world of social norms, encapsulating them in a skin of erotic possibility...
However, while I had often looked lustily upon latex clad models on fetlife and elsewhere - I had never seriously considered buying a latex body suit for myself. Why? Because that shit is expensive, and all my random ‘get rich’ schemes have yet to bear sap(...yes that was a really terrible pun, you can think about it until you get it but I promise it wont be worth it.)
Anyway, one fateful day a bold purveyor of materialistic possibility burst into my facebook news feed. This canny agent of sales promised to provide all kinds of bizarre items carefully tailored to my web of cookies, and all for incredibly low prices!
One such item was a latex body suit for 14 pounds. Well go on then!
As I awaited the many days between its order and arrival I grew increasingly excited at the erotic possibilities my new latex body might offer: orgiastic dreams of self abandonment to the erotic desires of my partners and our open minded friends. I would plumb new oceans of my sexuality, clad in this streamlined costume I could dive more fully into an exploration of my submissive side.
You can imagine my disappointment then when the suit finally arrived and it actually looked like this:
The suit turned out to be more fit for puddles of embarrassment than oceans of sexuality. Firstly the material was clearly not latex (despite the product title), but just had some thin shiny material on the outside and a layer of spandex like netting on the inside. Every proportion seemed weird: The hands were made for someone who’s fingers were all identical in length. This meant they were simultaneously too big for my little fingers and too small for my big fingers.
The material had no real stretch to it and so was tight and uncomfortable, plus the outfit also seemed devoid of a neck, instead the torso just ran up into the hood making me look like some kind of neck-less frog person.
Finally there was the matter of the ‘sheath’ that I have covered with sunglasses in the above picture for everyone's benefit. It was generous in some respects, but the opening to get all your various bits into it was seemingly only wide enough for either your meat or veg to fit through at one time…
Anyway, that was that disappointment. I wore this outfit once for a girlfriend, primarily so that she could have a laugh and provide some positive sum return on that fourteen pounds. Now the outfit sits at the back of my wardrobe in case one day there will ever be a party where the dress code is ‘awkward frog person’ and it seems appropriate.
And so I learned my lesson about interacting with this particular online purveyor of dreams. The problem was I now really wanted a latex bodysuit! More reputable sites promised to sell one to me for a few hundred pounds, but how was I to know they would fit? Or just be a more expensive repeat of my earlier mistakes...
Somewhere in the dark pits of my infernal brain a DIY idea was forming: latex as a solid material might be hard to work with and require actual skills to fashion into a garment, but liquid latex was a thing... could I maybe somehow mould this fantastical substance into the suit of my dreams?
Well you can find out in my next post: Here!
