Rubbermatt on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Erotivore

Sat, 27 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Thunder roared. Rain pattered. The Husband placed his key in the lock and rotated it. He opened the door to his home slowly, as if acting slowly would somehow prevent him from being noticed, or prevent his absence from being recognized. This was his caveman brain, his ancient reptilian brain, the part of him that operated on instinct and fight-or-flight. This was the part of him that was adapted to running from predators on the ancient savannah, and it was a part that was about to get a workout.

Living Art

Sat, 04 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Living Art by Rubbermatt M/f; D/s; bond; latex; susp; cons; X

The only light in the room came from an array of spotlights, all focused on the bizarre figure spread-eagled against one wall.

With curving hips, narrow waist and jutting breasts, the figure was undoubtedly female but every feature was smothered in an unbroken layer of seamless latex.

Head to toe, the anonymous woman was sheathed in ebon black, from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head.

Quiet Friday Night In

Sat, 04 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Fresh from the shower, you pad almost silently across the shagpile carpet, naked as the day you were born, short, mousey brown hair still glistening with moisture.

Light glints from both breasts and from between your legs, the stainless steel of your permanent piercings making it’s presence noticed.

You stand before me, slender, small breasted, almost skinny, shivering slightly in the cold air from the air conditioning, skin so pale from a lack of sunlight, with head slightly bowed and arms at your side, quiescent, obedient.

Quiet Friday Night In

Sat, 04 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Fresh from the shower, you pad almost silently across the shagpile carpet, naked as the day you were born, short, mousey brown hair still glistening with moisture.

Light glints from both breasts and from between your legs, the stainless steel of your permanent piercings making it’s presence noticed.