
Despite a certain reputation to the contrary, this was the first and only time to date that I have experienced an intimate encounter with a woman in latex, and, to be honest, it was quite a struggle. By the time I’d established that the zippered crotch was several centimetres out of alignment with my model’s, the black sun-baked suit had raised her temperature to such a point that sweat was hissing out of the seams in a fine spray.
Bob Carlos Clarke in Garfield/Exposure, 2009
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