Red Fantasies

Did you ever wake up from a dream, which left you drenched in sweat and with a heart so up your throat it was difficult to breathe? A dream, which seemed so real, that you actually believed it did happen in real life? This is what happened to me.

I was fast asleep in my cozy bed. I remember thinking that I did not want to wake up, get up, because everything around me was just perfect and wonderful. In fact it was so great, I reckoned it cannot be real. With my eyes still closed, I inhaled deeply through my nose and got a whiff of something intense, exciting, like I have tasted never before; a smell that went through me, somewhat rubbery with a touch of vanilla.

I sensed the heavy latex sheet covering me and I felt content and secure. Latex covered me completely. I really like to be enveloped by a blanket, snugged and tucked in. The material did not allow any air to penetrate the covers, so there was sweat trickling all over me.

Needless to say that my sleepwear is always latex, through and through, but I believe you guessed as much. I felt particularly moist in my crotch area; presumably the cause was missing air ventilation, but I may have been wrong. I felt the latex panties stick wetly to my skin and it felt good. I moved my legs to get some traction going, right there, and I could barely suppress a moan. If anything, the whole situation just got wetter and hotter.

I could not remain with my eyes closed. I wanted to convince myself that I am dreaming and that this was going on in a world other than the real one. I glanced around and recognized my latex covered bed and my latex pillow which has some laces here and there. A fabulous design, but it made me remember that in my sleep I did have some of that in my mouth and was imagining more than I would like to share here, although you may have already guessed what I thought was going on there. No wonder I got all wet, I mean sweaty. I wish I could sleep like that every night. I threw the blanket off me, to get some air on my hot and damp skin, in a fruitless attempt to cool off a bit. The red latex stockings I wore to bed did mess with my cooling off idea. I also did not feel the tingling lessen, which I felt all over, not diminished one bit.

I thought this whole weird situation over and came to the conclusion that I must have been dreaming. For someone like me, who has a clear latex fetish, a dream like this is not something new. The whole world is rubber and I am there in the midst of it all. I decided to succumb to the dream, enjoyment entered me through and through, my excitement expanded uncontrollably. I did not mind the sweating anymore, the impressions that penetrated me played with my mind and somehow sweat was a welcome addition. I put on my shoes, yes, the wonderful red ones, but surprisingly enough they were not made out of latex, and I went on to enjoy my latex covered world.

I love it here, this latex dream-world, I could stay here forever and just feel, enjoy the smell and breathe it all in. This dream had to go on for a while, at least, but perhaps, hopefully, maybe it is not a dream at all?