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Excerpt from Rubber Sex, last chance to pre-order with discount!

May 18, 2008

Cover of Rubber Sex

My new book Rubber Sex just came in from the printer and Amazon will have it in stock very soon, so it’s your last chance to save 5% from them on a pre-order!

Here’s a teaser from my story “Tight Squeeze”

His body seemed to glow from the inside out, the extra-thin latex seeming to capture all the light in the room. I walked over and immediately ran my hands up and down his glorious body. I had to work hard to pretend that I wasn’t the needy one in this relationship. He felt incredible, like some kind of sexy alien coated in a supernatural skin. I pinched one nipple, watching it pucker beneath the fabric.

“Turn over,” I barked. I hadn’t been prepared to see him suited up so soon. I’d thought we’d custom order the suit, then have it ready to debut, but here he was, and the situation just demanded that I make good use of it, and him. “Bend over and wrap your hands around your ankles.” The suit was so snug that his asscheeks looked truly obscene when he obeyed me, more so than if he’d been naked. Sure, we couldn’t actually see his gaping asshole or hairy buttocks, but the fabric clinging to his curves left little to the imagination. I lifted my hand and gave him a firm swat.

“Ow, thank you, Mistress,” he said, immediately correcting his faux pas. I looked pointedly at the others in the room, glad to see all eyes were on us. “Everyone’s watching you, Randy, so you better behave,” I said, before delivering another sound smack. I kept going, working up a rhythm, breathing heavily as I went. Someone handed me a paddle and I immediately began slapping his ass, hard. This was harsher than what we usually leapt right into, and I knew from my former bottoming days that being spanked with the aid of latex against one’s skin only made the rush that much stronger. When I chanced a look at his face, I saw that Randy’s cheeks were flaming red. He loved and hated that all these people could see not only his entire body, but how I treated it. If he’d thought the latex would somehow protect him from their gazes, he soon saw he was wrong, and the more I watched, the more I knew that this outfit would be in constant rotation in his wardrobe. I spanked him until I got tired of it.

“Stand up and face me,” I said, looking down at his cock. It was thick and hard, swelling against the latex, pushing it out grotesquely. I toyed with the zipper going up the front of the latex, the only thing marring its ultratight perfection, I pulled it down very fast, and he flinched, rasping out something that sounded like, “Please.”

“What?” I asked, letting the zipper drop midway down his chest. Half-open, the suit did not have anywhere near the same appeal, its symmetry broken, its glamour marred by his hairy chest.
I pinched his cheek, hard, then cupped his hard cock through the latex. “No, don’t speak. I heard what sounded like a request, when you should know better than that, especially in front of my friends. You’re going to wear this home, and keep it on as long as I tell you to.”