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The thick latex flows through my fingers as I allow my thoughts of fantasy carry my mind to the dark recess of desire. I study the intricate details of the suit. The pale orange color is what caught my initial attention. The suit is not a loud and bright burst of color but a subtle expression of orange… if orange can be subtle. It isn’t the loud “don’t hit me” of a safety vest. It isn’t an “in your face” orange. It looks more like an orange smoothie. It is orange infused with cream... it is a wonderfully smooth orange that says, “Let me envelope you in bliss.”

It says, “Drink my smooth essence and be renewed.”

cheeks2I have to have this wonderful creation. I imagine being sealed inside its gloriously tight skin. Reptiles shed their old skins as they grow. This suit has attached feet socks and gloves. The wide flap in the back will assure a watertight seal when the special “Ziplock” system is engaged. I want this skin to seal me tightly in its hugging embrace. I want to taste the sweet rubber of the attached gag in the matching helmet. I want to feel the thick black phalli attachments inside the orange sheaths that will seal my nether openings, both front and rear. I want the matching corset of thick latex reinforced with a rolled oval band and thickened tube-like edges. The corset has no lacing but just rolled over the outer suit where the thick tube shaped edges and wide oval ring will hold it in place and kept it from curling on itself while shaping my near perfect body to absolute perfection of looks and feel!

I need the tight grip of the matching posture collar with its thick rubber tubing edges wrapping my neck in thick impervious rubber that holds my head snuggly in place, not a totally rigid embrace but a noticeable presence of thick latex to remind me of my surrender to the material. The orange helmet with its tapered snout and shiny black highlight ring where the gag breathing/drinking tube interfaces with the outside world closely resembling an Israeli gas mask, lack of any breathing openings for the nostrils and thick attached perplex lenses completes the total isolation within heavy rubber the suit will provide. I have to have this creation and money is no object to that end.

The reality is the creation is already mine. It is a custom-made suit to my specifications. I have already forked over a fifty percent deposit of the $1,400 price tag quoted by the creator of latex dreams. I based my design on an amazing sequence of photos I stumbled across while surfing the Internet one quiet Friday afternoon. Today I will pay the balance and let the suit come alive as it embraces my very soul and envelopes me in its sensual power...