/tags/anon/Recent content in Anon on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-usTue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2009/07/28/amaluen-in-latex/Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2009/07/28/amaluen-in-latex/<p>Author’s note: Breath play is dangerous. Vacbeds should never be used alone.</p> <p>She could not move. She could not see. She could hear only the strained rush, in and out, of air from her lungs, the surging pulse of blood coursing through her veins, the syncopated double-thrusting beat of her heart. She could feel only the pressure of the latex about her, could smell only the acidic musk of the material, a smell like sweat, like flesh, like sex. The darkness, the pressure, and the smell of the latex encased her in a timeless isolation. There was nothing else but those, and the awareness of her own body, and the hallucinatory figments of her own overactive mind reaching out in desperation for any reality to grasp hold of, even one of its own creation.</p>