Marina Wet Wrapped

Title: Marina Wet Wrapped: A Latex Bondage Bath Time

Marina reclined against the cool, damp tiles of the expansive shower, her wet hair clinging to her flushed face as the rain-like spray vanquished the last remnants of her sweat. Rivulets of warm water cascaded over her nubile body, caressing every supple curve and dipping into the valley between her breasts. Scant droplets clung to her pert nipples, highlighting their pink peaks as they stiffened in the steamy air.

She sighed contentedly, eyes closed, relishing the tranquility. This was her time, a luxurious respite from the unrelenting demands of her hectic life. No one disturbed her during her shower rituals. She was untouchable, inviolate. Except today requiredPage break Marina, the 28-year-old brunette bombshell, planned to push her solo self-care routine to the next level. This was no ordinary shower.

She reached for a tube of watermelon-scented body wash, squirting a generous dollop into her palm. The sweet aroma blended intoxicatingly with the steam, making Marina’s head swim. She ran her slick hands over her shoulders and arms, lavishing herself with long, sensual strokes. Her slick fingers danced along her inner elbows, circling the tender junctures.

This ritual had become a welcome fetish for Marina – worshipping her body inch by meticulous inch. She’d discovered through hours of introspection that being restrained and wrapped tight, especially in latex, resulted in breathtaking tension and anticipation. And anticipation was the sharpest aphrodisiac.

Marina dragged her nails across her belly and hips, relishing the shiver it produced. She loved seeing her flesh pucker and dimple under her touch. Slowly, she wove her fingers through her pubic hair, feeling the coarse curls flutter to life under her ministrations. Marina could feel herself start to throb as her sensitive arousal emerged from its nest of hair.

Stroking gently, she mimicked how her lover would tease her when she was bound tight. Tracing circles slowly up her center, she clocked the mounting pressure and urgency. Breath escaped from Marina in whooshes as she rhythmically pressed her tenderLabia.

Her body had become its own lover’s caress – binding and teasing. She gasped as a particularly intense pressure rippled through her. She wanted to be restricted, but it was just a teaser, a directionless tension. She bit her bottom lip, surrendering to the pleasure building in her core. Marina needed so much more…

With a moan, she turned the shower head to pause and reached for her secret tool. She withdrew a stretchy glossy black latex wrap, as slick and forgiving as a well-lubricated mouth. With agelsop gloved hand, Marina unrolled the latex gently across her palm, smoothing it flat. Using shampoo on her hands for traction, she carefully began to encase her torso.

The process took some wrangling and wiggling, but Marina reveled in the slick drag of latex. The tactile sensation of being wrapped snugly got her wet every time. As she pulled the protective barrier over her hips and belly, she felt her coinsed breasts balloon inside.

She wanted to savor every second, but Marina was already wind up and desperate for more. Without thinking twice, she slid the latex between her thighs tightly, trapping the pulse of her ache inches away from where she needed stimulation. This teasing tightness was both euphoria and agony.

Marina allowed the water to cascade over her like sensual rain as she squeezed her thighs, pressing the latex into her aching flesh. She arched, bracing her hands against the shower wall as the pressure mounted. Just one touch, and she’d detonate.

When Marina finally gathered her courage and unsealed the latex, she bared her swollen, throbbing pearl to the air. One swipe of her fingers followed by electric pulsations were all it took to quake and quiver in ecstasy. Marina bounced and thrust until waves of pleasure made her thighs shake and stars burst behind her eyes.

Ow ow owwwwwwnnnninnggggggg… Marina rode the currents of pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, until the shockwaves subsided. Then, spent, she allowed the waterfall to wash away the tingling flush. She emerged breathless and glowing from her wet and lusty bath.

Marina knew her escapades in solo bondage, and specifically latex, were secretive. She enjoyed being the tantalizing tease to her ice-cream man that came by daily. He seemed to only get redder in the face, even as the weather cooled.

But this was a private joy, something just for her. And that naughtiness made the pleasure all the sweeter. Marina wanted every day to unfold with this kind of debauched hedonism, hidden in plain sight. She dreamily allowed the enervating water to rinse away the last of her guilt, a single smile haloing her face as she stepped out onto the bathmat.

Life can be fun when you make it so.