@25.0830-1241.28 by Atx
Dear Marla,
Wow!
I woke up this "morning" with a realization.
Something 'clicked'. A moment of serendipity.
Rubber is my 'enchantment'. It runs deep - and I do mean, deep.
So deep, in fact, that I am more Rubberist than anything else. I am also a teacher, but that is number two.
My fetish has been with me, going back to the mysts of my earliest childhood. I still have snippets of a rubber-themed dream I had way back then. I remember being in a building that housed some sort of huge machine with lots of building-size gears, axles, camshafts, etc. all around me. I am crawling on a massive I-beam to get to some other part of the machine. Huge gear wheels are spinning all around me. I am a naked baby crawling through middle of this moving machinery. Everything is greasy and there big globs of it all over the place. There are oil-black blobs of it smeared on my body, arms and legs. I am wearing latex rubber (baby) pants to protect my bum from the grease.