It was one of those mornings I look forward to. The house was going to be empty, and I could work undisturbed in my den — and dress as I liked. I showered, slipped on my light-blue latex outfit — a semi-cropped top with three-quarter-length sleeves, and boxer shorts that reach to mid-thigh-and felt that warm, erotic, tingly sensation as the sensuous material caressed my skin.

I settled down to work, but the delicious smell of the latex and the way the material drapes the bod made things go a little slower than desired. So I went downstairs to the kitchen to nuke a cup of coffee in the microwave. With steaming cup, complete with whipped cream and brandy, in hand, I crossed through the hall toward the stairs. Now the doorbell rang.

Through the glass panels, which are covered with translucent curtains, I... Read More