Bulge Suit Adventures 3: A Sticky Vacation
 
The thing about wearing suits that negate basically all of your biological needs is that your horizons expand somewhat. It becomes practical to, say… take a month off in an inflatable rubber chamber, slathered in glue and stuck to your partner, squirming and writhing and grinding your ever-needy bulges around the clock, locked in an endless kiss, quickly becoming mindless in the rhythm of pulling away only to have your latex-encased bodies pulled back together by the tension of the adhesive, all the while the gentle hypnotic suggestion convinces you in your desperate state that this rubber prison is permanent…
 
And then next year find a new way to trick yourself into losing your mind~