I am interested in your magazine which was shown to me by a friend at the office. I am 21 years old, and have been married for two years to a terrific girl who loves wearing leather, but when I suggested once that she wore just her high heeled, long leg boots and leather coat to make love in, she said I was disgusting, and the next thing I knew was her mother had organised us to see a marriage counsellor, who frightened me stiff and asked me if there was a history of mental illness in my family. Continue reading “Frightened”
My Outfit
I have just donned a complete rubber outfit and am taking down these notes to describe it to you. Continue reading “My Outfit”
My Attraction
I am a man in my forties, happily married to a hard-working wife for 20 years and the father of two good-mannered and nice children. Our only, and real, problem is my own feeling towards, and the need for stimulation from, rubber in our private relations. For many years I have, by reading some of the rubber publications, tried to gain some insight and knowledge as to how other people are coping with the same problem. Magazines, especially Atomage, have helped me by letting me understand that I am by no means alone being born in this way. I believe there must be something deep inside us that cannot be explained. My first experience with rubber I can remember from the age of 10-12. I remember how I enjoyed enclosing my body in the rubber sheets that belonged to my younger brothers and sisters, placed there so that they should not soil their mattresses. Continue reading “My Attraction”
Dressing For Pleasure
‘Dressing for Pleasure’ is a delightful form of sexual exhibitionism. Wearing a gas mask is the ultimate stage where lack of oxygen causes a form of mild intoxication. It really is just a variation of the dangerous children’s game where a plastic bag is pulled over the head to cause asphyxiation, which in turn, produces a sensation of sexual pleasure. Continue reading “Dressing For Pleasure”
Handicaps
There are questions on which I would like readers’ advice. In the country on a wet winter day I was wearing the suitable protection of a thin latex suit with a second one piece suit in a heavier rubber on top; waders and an SBR coat. We called at a little country pub (the SBR hardly rates a second glance) where they serve a cask conditioned beer I enjoy. I had two pints and before leaving felt it advisable to make a call. There the absence of a crotch zip on the outer second suit proved a major and uncomfortable handicap. I could not get the suit open from the top so it could be pulled down and it required Helen’s amused assistance at a quiet country spot to obey the needs of nature. Now I enjoyed the complete protection afforded by my outfit but what I want to know is how readers manage wearing a suit, often all day, without encountering my kind of difficulty? Continue reading “Handicaps”