Rubber dreams

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Que mes lecteurs assidus, silencieux ou point, m'excusent. Ce blog n'est point en train de virer à un autre langage. Simplement il me vient l'envie d'écrire en petits exercices de style des histoires qui au fil des nuits allongeront mon insomniaque partage. Simple envie donc entre tous les textes et messages, de ne point perdre mes batifolages peu sages of course. D'où cette section *bedtime kinkies*... Mes excuses aux non english readers, mais sapristi c'est mon blog tout de même :o))

So....

Rubber dreams (continued)

The night was almost falling when he came back into his room, the air was damp and heavy and the cool atmosphere of his chamber did him good.
He took of his shirt slowly while opening a can of beer and the fresh and icing liquid running trough his throat went straight to his toes giving him a sort of shiver that strangely turned him on.

Still drinking, he went to his suitcase and unwrapped the brown and gold paper to reveal a double folded piece of rubber.
Very slowly, running his hand on the material, like if he was taming it with his fingers, he started to appreciate the softness of it, it's smooth and gentle touch almost like a hairless skin warming itself under his palm.
It was like caressing a sleeping woman who would breathe softly under his gentle concern. *So strange really* did he think, running and running his long fingers again and again on the fine material.

Looking at the black shinny rubber, he started to smell it, unfolding it and pressing his face to the piece. It was as smooth and warm to his cheek and it gave him the irresistible envy to dive in it like in a voluptuous woman's body abandoned in his power.
Leaving the now empty can of beer, he dragged his pants on the floor and slipped into the rubber, very slowly, as if so fragile it would tear into pieces under his assault.
It took him quite a while before, at last, the whole suit was like a second skin tightly breathing with his, allowing him to move like if he was under a strange spell that made him another person, a weird and shinny alien trapped in another one's body.

Feeling sort of drunk, his head now light as a feather, his feet unsure on the fresh floor, he reached for his bed to lie.
So odd was the feeling, like not touching the sheet and, still, like diving deeply into the mattrass.
Closing his eyes only for a moment he savoured the tightness of his strange new skin.
He went on like that, half dreaming for how long, he couldn't remember. The room was dark since a long time, night wrapping it with it's silence, only lighten up by a shy moon  peeking trough the window.
Floating in a see of desire, wet from head to toes he felt like in another dimension, a dimension where he would only be a gigantic cock trapped and struggling in a tight tunnel damp, lubricious and lustful.

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part two.

A tight tunnel damp and lustful...

Oh, tight, so tight. More and more actually, or was it just an impression that came so suddenly as the space between his skin and the rubber seemed to have completely disappeared. The latex actually breathing, shivering with his own skin, being his own skin! But not allowing him to move or even sweat like every normal skin would do.
And still, he was so hard, feeling it, sensing it almost painfully as if his whole body was involved in the matter.

Through his half closed eyelids he could see the curtains floating over the window and the moon, now so bright and luminous, staring mockingly at him.
Still lost in his weird feelings he couldn't decide if, true or not, he had opened it.
This distracted him, and thinking he shouldn't have drink that last beer, he decided to go up, close that blaster window and stop the glance of that stupid moon.

But, hard he was, so hard all over that he couldn't even move a finger's toe. The shinning of the sky only being seen trough a fine ray of light, he realised his face was stuck and wrapped by the latex who has grown all over his head, forcing him to stay right where he was, almost blind now.
He realised he should've been scared as his arms, heavy as a huge stone were resting near his now so heavy body. But he was not, aroused, that's what he was, closing his eyes now and letting his entire mind go...

A sharp pain went suddenly on his breast, a weight heavy and piercing, like a needle of a hundred tons pushing sharply to his torso. In dense circles it came, coming closer and closer to his now erected nipples and biting it with dozen of teeth.
He jumped, or shall we say, he tried to. Still stuck to his bed, arms now under his buttock by a sort of strange spell he couldn't understand.
Trough the very small opening his eyes could see red lights passing near his face, he attempted to scream, but there to, he realised no sound came from his dry closed mouth.
And still, he was hard, painfully hard, as if all this rubber tightening was keeping him, making him only what he was now: A gigantic cock.

His nipples still feeling so hot and so icing at the same time, he could now feel like the ice was coming down to his iron cock. Pushing it, tightening it, sort of swallowing it in a sea of hot rubber who was locking him more and more close, stretching it to the limit of his human power. Hot as hell now, he could feel sharp lines cutting smoothly his whole body, running trough every square of his skin now damp and saturated inside the material.
Not being able to hold on any longer he exploded at once, feeling like a volcano erupting deep inside the damp and thigh black gummy.

Time flew, how long he couldn't remember, but when he open his eyes he though this was only a dream of bad beer. But when he managed to escape form the sticky suit he was still in, he could clearly see fine red marks al over his white and wet body. Shaking his head in doubt, he ran one hand on his torso as the other one was reaching his now quite and restful cock. Feeling still a small pain under his palm, his nails came trough some very long red hair that were trapped under them.
Trough he window wide open, a couple of red feathers flew right to his face.
*what the hell is that* did he mumble in disbelieve...

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Lady_DvL... Rubber dream you said ???