“Is your wife into rubber?” Leah asked, as she wiped down my latex catsuit. It wasn’t a question I had anticipated, and I found myself momentarily wrong-footed. “Unfortunately not,” was the best I could manage. Whilst I largely skirted round the issue, or at least the implications, it did seem relevant to mention I had designed a matching outfit for my Wife, albeit one that was therefore unlikely to ever get made.
A short while later, she asked “Have you been to Rubber Cult?”
“I wish!” was the first thought to go through my head. Closely followed by Continue reading