SKlN TIGHT by Tim Davis (Originally written to Johm Sutcliffe and published in AtomAge Supplement 2) I have a very small amount of latex, some of which I made into skin tight garments. I had a leotard made of thin magenta latex I bought from Inn Skin. It fitted iust like a beautiful thin second skin, and since it was long sleeved,high necked and had no fastenings, it took a good hour to get into it. I would then stick a compressed air hose into one sleeve and inflate the whole thing like a balloon. Once it was all off my skin it would equal out so it would fit properly and then I would let the air out. It was a very comfortable and exciting experience having the material close in on you from all sides. Then after smoothing all the air bubbles out, I would put another tight knit body shirt over it so I could then get dressed the rest of the way and could go out and wear it in public. Apart from latex I like to wear spandex and stretch nylon but these materials do not have the air tightness of latex. The spandex is also slippery smooth in comparison with the tackiness of latex, and also you don't perspire like you do in an air-tight latex suit. Of both types of materials I still prefer latex because it does a better job of being a second skin. (TD, U.S.A.) ---------------------- MY SEXUAL EXPERIENCES WITH MATERIALS by Tim Davis (Extra detail added in this version, not found in the magazine. More will be added as time allows...) (Originally written to John Sutcliffe and published in AtomAge Rubberist #1) In my earliest childhood I was intrigued by the feeling I obtained from wearing several pairs of underwear, and wearing T-shirts that were several sizes smaller than mine. One day when I was about 4 I had a dream that I was Tom Terrific (a cartoon character) and that I was caught on a rubber garden hose that was tied in a knot so that water wouldn't pass. Soneone must have connected both ends to faucets because the hose started to fill up with water and began swelling on each side of the knot, where I was. The hose expanded until I was completely covered by the hose and it was pressing against me from both sides, oozing between my arms and such. My mother must have rolled over on me in her sleep while I was having that dream. Around age 8, I was into cartoons and comics as much as any kid that age, and I was fascinated with the look of superheroes and such, particularly their clothing, which, because of the method used in painting the cels in a cartoon (which entails painting the outlined figures on the back of the transparent cellophane, in order to prevent painting over the outline, and also to prevent the brush strokes from being seen) produced such a smooth, vivid appearance that the character's garb looked as if made of latex, stretched to a point where it wouldn't wrinkle no matter what acrobatics he or she was doing. The comic heroes often wound up in bizarre predicaments. One hero was forced to wear this purple skin-tight suit that spun around like a top while becoming tighter and tighter. As the hero was struggling to breathe, he got the idea to flatten his hands and slant them like airfoils until he flew off the ground and collided with the console controlling the suit, thereby getting free. I fantasized about being such a superhero, or more accurately, some citizen in a future world where people had antigravity belts and wore tight latex garments like in the cartoons. In that fantasy I thought of playing games with friends, especially girls, dressed in same. When swimming, I enjoyed the way a T-shirt would be sucked against my skin when I got out of the water. The sight of pretty girls in tight one-piece bathing suits aroused me; got me wondering what it felt like to have that thin layer of tight material all around my waist, chest, hips. I spent some time playing with balloons; in fact, once I got a piece of balloon and tried to tie it to my leg. Why I don't know, It just felt good. Another time I inflated a long balloon and, sticking my hand against one end, deflated it on to my hand, up to my wrist, making a tight mitt of some kind. One day when I was around thirteen I was in bed stretching a tank top over my body when I thought it could be made tighter by poking a stick through the tail and tightening it like a tourniquet between my legs. I would also put one at the back, tightening the shirt around my waist. On one occasion my organ was caught between the tail of the shirt and my leg as I was tightening it and I had an orgasm for the first time. I kept indulging in these activities, trying different garments and ways of attaining an orgasm. I would try on my mother's old slips that she no longer wore, sewing them up so they would fit more tightly. I loved the feel of smooth nylon tricot over my body and wished I could have a whole suit made of it. I would take a shower whilst wearing these clothes, enjoying the feel and sensation under the warm water, including the way it stuck to my skin. I would sometimes grab the vinyl shower curtain and wrap it around my back, at the same time looking in the mirror and fantasizing that I was seeing a girl in that curtain. In high school I noticed lots of girls wearing the ribbed bodysuits that were popular in the early '70s. These had a turtleneck, long tight sleeves, and a tight fitting body that covered the hips and crotch like a leotard, although that was covered by a skirt or jeans. What a delight that was to see that ribbed material flat against her stomach, without a wrinkle anywhere. The whole shirt, with its high tight neck around the girl's neck, the long tight sleeves squeezing her arms, the material tight against her shoulders where you could see it skimming over her bra straps as if it were painted on, the way it stretched around her breasts, outlining them in such a fantastic, smooth way, the way the material was stretched so much you could see through it as if you weren't supposed to - all that served to arouse me sexually. It made me wonder how a girl could wear it and not be similarly aroused so that she would be compelled to masturbate when she could find the time and the privacy. I began buying leotards and bodysuits with what little money I could save, and they provided me with a very much better feeling of eroticism than a slip or a T-shirt. it seemed the tighter it was. the more it aroused me. I considered wrapping my body in plastic wrap, and very rapidly became addicted to that also. I got the kind of wrap that stretches and would stretch it taut over my body - around my hips, under my crotch, and up around my waist and chest, over my shoulder, then back down around my chest, waist and hips again and then would repeat the process. The wrap would mould around my body and the more I stretched on the tighter it became - there seemed to be no limit. I loved it when it was tight all over, so that is was difficult, but not too difficult to breathe, and extremely tight around the hips. I'd slip on a body shirt after that, sometimes tying or sewing myself into it, as the thought of not being able to extricate myself from it excited me tremendously. Soon I visited a shop which specialized in certain fabrics, since I was interested in nylon/lycra fabric. I bought a quantity and made it into my first suit that covered me from neck to wrists to crotch, and from that time onwards was really into the scene of "Dressing for Pleasure". The material I purchased usually had a more powerful, girdle like stretch quality than the similar material of which leotards are now made, and was a much tighter, smoother fit. I bought several leotards although it was several times cheaper to make my own, which fitted better anyway. Some of those I made, as well as some bought, I wore publicly, getting admiring looks - some even envious - from both men and women, and also stares of ridicule from others. Indeed, I almost got into a fight with one fellow and would have done so, but didn't want my shirt spattered with his blood. Soon I gathered courage to go into an adult book shop and look for any literature that might be of interest to me. There I found some magazines that were somewhat related and, responding to ads in those, found true rubber magazines, and books that got me aroused thinking of the fantasies they described. By responding to a small ad in Penthouse, I discovered Inn Skin. I bought some latex from them, and made the suit described in "Skin Tight" (the letter you published in Atomage Supplement 2). That suit was fantastic. I wish so much that there was a store that sold garments of latex here in the metroplex. It amazes me that there is yet to be a business that cannot find it profitable to display and sell rubber and latex garments alongside other merchandise. I've bought some other suits from Slimwear. I bought three "bella" hooded catsuits. Incidentally, I love the way a suit with no breast cups can 'shape' a woman's breasts. Sure it flattens them out a little, but the natural way they are forced against the rubber is, to me, a more exciting sight than if they were moulded by poorly fitting breast cups. I guess, too, I've always like those ribbed body suits for the same reason. Anyway, to continue. I modified the suits by removing the zipper and reinforcing the neck, and made an over-all one piece that I had to enter through the neck. The neck, although high and tight with a hood attached, stretched far enough to pass my whole body through and was reinforced well enough to keep from tearing or splitting at the seams. Usually. I would don a one piece nylon-lycra suit that covered neck to wrists to feet, and then stretch on the rubber suit, using a vacuum cleaner as a blower to inflate the suit off my skin so that entry could be made more easily. Then, after making sure that there was a seal of rubber at my neck and wrists, the suit was completely air tight and I would then attach a vacuum pump to the suit and evacuate the air from inside. The lycra suit was worn to provide a layer for the air to escape. The suit was sucked against my skin everywhere - against my chest, under my armpits, the hollow of my back, all over. The strong vacuum enabled me to feel every weave in the knit fabric of the inner suit and when I raised an arm and then lowered it, I could feel the vacuum trying to draw my skin through the knit of the suit and then the suit pinching it with its tiny knit ribbed texture, which felt kind of like an 'indian burn'. Other things I have used for pleasure include a 10" diameter rubber inflatable ball with cutouts for legs, waist and organ, as a pair of panties. Also I made a sheath from the inner tube of a large truck tire (10in x 22in) which fits like a tight, single legged corset with armholes, sometimes a hole for the organ, and the tire valve located at my navel. Getting into it requires lubrication (any dishwashing liquid will do although this can be injurious to the skin if the "corset" is worn for a long time) and once in it, I feed water through the valve, rinsing all the lubrication out and making the suit impossible to remove unless more lubrication is added. I would tie the bottom of my sheath and the bottom would fill with water. Sometimes I would put one or more of those inflatable punch balls inside between my legs and fill them up with water until they were almost fully inflated, filling the space in the sheath and causing further pressure around my legs. Sometimes I even inflated a ball at the waist, but with this when it tightens, breathing is difficult. Another unique device I made from latex and nylon is a "bondage tube'' - the latex made into what looks like an inner tube that belong in a 5ft. wide race car tire. The nylon covering is fashioned in two styles and covers the inside and outside of the tube. When I enter the tube and inflate it, the nylon inner lining tightens around me like a Chinese finger trap puzzle, squeezing me and stretching me lengthwise as well. The other type of nylon covers the outside only, is closed at one end and has a drawstring to tie around the neck on the other end. When wearing this, the inner layer of latex is pressed strongly against the skin, the stretchiness of the latex permitting it to stretch everywhere until it covers all the skin. When perspiration commences in this suit. the rubber becomes slippery, allowing me to move about in the tight latex and feel it pulling and sliding all over my body. Sometimes I completely enclose myself in the nylon cover and have a small hole on the inside of the latex tube through which my head protrudes. Then I'm in a bubble as it were, with a layer of latex sucked tightly against my skin, and since my head is through the inner layer, I can see how the latex looks tight against my skin. I guess I like being in latex because it feels so different from being in ordinary clothes. I like the "hug" you get from a tight suit - like being caressed all the time by a lover. Also I like the extra sensitivity of the skin when in rubber or Iycra. It feels so ticklish, erotic and feminine. In Iycra there is the ribbed texture of the material that gives an extra sensation when the hand is brushed across it, and when wearing two Iycra suits you have one that slides over the other very easily. When you touch the outer one and lightly slide it over the inner one, the feeling is hard to describe. I feel the ribbed texture of both, the slipperiness, the manner in which the outer slides and tightens against my skin when I pull at it. The stimulation is not just where you touch it. but all over where one suit slides over the other. I like the way it makes me look slimmer, and specially the way it makes a girl look slimmer and more erotic; far more so than if I were to see her naked. I have yet to see a picture of a naked girl that arouses me more than, say, a photo of a girl where all that is visible of her body is a shoulder with a tight layer of fishnet body stocking over it, or even a sketch of an idea of tight material used in some way. With latex I adore the way it can be sucked against the skin. the way it stretches; it seems like the perfect elastic material, although I wish there was a way in which to improve its life span. I wear latex so often that my body oils and sweat wears it out quickly, even if I wash it and take great care of it as much as possible. With the Iycra there is not as much a need to wash it so often. I would like to be able to buy Lycra in sheet form, like latex, as it would be more durable against body chemicals. I wish to see or design a sturdy dipped full suit that is about one-fourth the size of the wearer, with no zips and entry through the neck like the ones above that I made. Also I would like to see a suit of clear silicone rubber as it can be made, although I have not seen anything like that yet. Tim Davis (U.S.A.) ------------------------ GLOVE SUIT by Tim Davis (Originally written to John Sutcliffe and published in AtomAge Rubberist #4) One tight fit fetish idea I came up with involves a rubber glove with fingers and thumb cut off at mid-point, cuts made from index to middle finger, and from ring finger to pinky, sharp cor- ners left from last two cuts radiused approximatley half an inch. When well lubricated, one can insert one arm through the hand of the glove and out of the thumb hole,the other arm up and out through the hole made by pinky and ring finger, poke their neck through the middle hole and stretch it down tight over their upper body. This is as close as I can practically get to the super-tight overall rubber suit I fantasize about. It takes a sturdy glove, some careful cutting, and a genuine craving to stretch this tiny thing on and feel how tight rubber can get. The 'thumb hole' is painfully tight but cutting it shorter might remedy that, at the risk of more chance to tear. A suit of small size that you could get into through the neck and stretch it all over your body seems more and more feasable to me now, and I hope someone (or I) will make something like that some day. I also used a rubber glove with the thumb cut as a tight titting full hood, the thumb at the mouth or nose. Caution must definitely be taken when donning these pieces, especially the hood. Sometime I'll describe some ideas I'd like to see some- one do. such as, there is this reader from Germany whose lucky wife wears the tightest cat suits, and I saw her in one of your issues, on a table, under a sheet of latex that was stretched onto the table, where her head was poking out. What a thrill it would be to have a vacuum cleaner evacuate the air under this latex, so it is drawn tight around her skin! I'd love to see someone do that, perhaps, someday, I'll find someone so I can do it myself! - T. D. (Texas, USA).