Lust in Latex: Rubber Sex Stories

Lust in Latex: Rubber Sex Stories

by Rachel Kramer Bussel (Editor)

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ISBN-13: 9781627780049
Publisher: Start Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 12/17/2013
Pages: 224
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.00(h) x (d)

About the Author


Rachel Kramer Bussel (rachelkramerbussel.com) is a writer, editor, event organizer and erotica writing instructor. She's edited over 60 anthologies, including The Big Book of Orgasms, Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica, Dirty Dates, On Fire, Spanked, Please, Sir, Please, Ma'am, and is Best Women's Erotica of the Year series editor. Her nonfiction has been published in The New York Times, The Washington Post, Marie Claire, O, The Oprah Magazine, Elle.com, Salon, Slate, Time.com, The Village Voice and numerous other publications. Follow her @raquelita on Twitter and learn more about her writing workshops and consulting at EroticaWriting101.com.

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From Jessica Lennox's "In the Middle":

The following week, Julie phoned and said she and Mark were going to a movie, and asked if I'd come along, just so things weren't weird. I thought that in itself was weird, but I agreed to go for her sake.

I met them outside the theater and exchanged awkward hellos with each of them, along with awkward hugs and strained smiles. Once inside, Julie chose the seats and stepped into the row first, them Mark motioned for me to go next. Great, I was going to be in the middle. Could it get any weirder than this?

Happily, we didn't have to wait long before the previews started, and I could escape the awkwardness and just concentrate on the movie. I looked around as the lights started to dim. The theater was almost completely empty. Apparently only a handful of people besides us were interested in seeing a subtitled French film.

I tried to relax and forget that I was in the middle of two obviously stressed-out, anxious people. After a few minutes, I realized Mark's leg was resting lightly against mine. I tried to ignore it and not make anything out of it. Surely it wasn't on purpose; he was probably just relaxed and didn't even notice it. As I tried to forget about it and concentrate on the movie, I felt his leg press against mine with unmistakable certainty. I didn't move; I didn't look at him; I kept my body stiff and rigid wondering what in the hell he was doing, especially considering his girlfriend was sitting directly beside me, break or no break. I tried to sneak a peek at Julie to see if she had noticed anything out of the ordinary, but she seemed to be caught up in the movie. I let out a sigh of relief, louder than I meant to, and felt Julie shift in her seat.

Then I felt Mark's arm brush against mine as he placed his hand on his thigh. His fingertips were lightly touching my leg where it rested against his. Now I was getting a little freaked out. Was he doing this on purpose? How far did he intend to go? And would I let him? I know—it's a complete breach of friendship, but I hadn't had sex in a really long time, and my libido was suddenly overriding my common sense.

I was so caught up in what was going on with Mark, I wasn't even paying attention to the movie, but when I finally focused on the screen, I saw a nude woman standing on a pedestal in an art studio while someone (presumably an artist) painted her with thick, bright-colored paint.

Julie leaned toward me and whispered in a sexy voice, "Doesn't that look fun?"

"Mmm-hmmm," I mumbled as I felt Mark's hand caress the side of my leg.

"She's got a perfect body for that," Julie whispered.

"Yeah," I sighed in agreement.

The woman did have a splendid figure, and I found myself getting aroused as the painter in the film paid special attention to her breasts. I wondered what any of this had to do with the context of the overall plot, but I was starting not to care as the painter moved downward toward the woman's sex.

"Spread your legs," the painter onscreen said. I only knew this because of the subtitles.

I moaned as the painter started to slather the woman's pussy with bright blue.

Julie whispered, "She's gorgeous, isn't she?" and I nodded in agreement as the woman onscreen spread her legs.

"What is...?" I started to ask, confused when the paint on her body seemed to stretch.

Julie leaned over and whispered in my ear, "It's liquid latex. Like rubber. It's really sexy, and fun to play with. I'd like to try it on you sometime. You know, just to show you."

I reluctantly tore my attention from the screen so I could look Julie square in the eye. When I did that, she glanced down and noticed Mark's hand touching my leg.

I instantly panicked, thinking we were soon going to be in the middle of an all-out catfight, but instead, she looked back at me and smiled. As my expression went from guilty to confused, she again leaned toward me and whispered in my ear, "It's okay, Jacqueline, I know you're attracted to him. I also know you're conflicted about it. I want to tell you it's okay, you can fuck him. But only if you let me watch."

I snapped my head back to look at her again. Had I heard her right? She was okay with me fucking her boyfriend?!

I had my answer when she reached across my lap, grabbed Mark's hand, and placed it between my legs. Not only did the pressure on my pussy feel good, but the forbidden aspect of it all was making me really hot...

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Gina04 More than 1 year ago
With 19 stories in this little piece of heaven there is a little something in it for everyone. I always thought latex looked pretty but maybe a little to confining for me. But after reading some of the stories in this collection of "dont be afraid give it a try" book it has my interest very very pecked.