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<description><![CDATA[The Circle Book 2 The Circle isn’t a secret anymore. It’s their ritual. Four friends. One night. Every toy on the table. What began as a shocking accident has become their new obsession, a game of pleasure and restraint that grows hotter with every meeting. This time, they arrive prepared. Each one brings a toy […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3><a href="https://amzn.to/48vPkDf">The Circle</a> Book 2</h3>
The Circle isn’t a secret anymore. It’s their ritual.
Four friends. One night. Every toy on the table.
What began as a shocking accident has become their new obsession, a game of pleasure and restraint that grows hotter with every meeting. This time, they arrive prepared. Each one brings a toy meant to shock, tease, and push the group into new realms of desire.
The only rule still stands: no touching. But as moans echo, toys hum, and every climax is laid bare for the others to see, that single line feels thinner than ever. Temptation hangs heavy in the air, daring someone to cross it.
The Toy Party is raw, shameless, and utterly addictive. The Circle is back, and this time, playtime has no safe limits.
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<h3>Excerpt from The Toy Party © Copyright 2025 Jorden Ashe</h3>
<h4>Show and Tell Begins</h4>
The air in Luna’s apartment was thick with the kind of humidity that came from July heat and secrets. “All right,” Luna said, her grin a mix of pride and mischief. “Show and tell time.” The table between them looked like something between a science fair and a dare. Four bags. Four friends. Four unspoken curiosities.
Luna went first, of course. She pulled out a sleek pink wand and laid it on the table like a priceless artifact. “This,” she announced, “is The Shockwave.” Mia tilted her head. “Is it supposed to look that… intense?” “It’s waterproof,” Luna said proudly. “Like, kayaking-waterproof.” Alex laughed so hard he nearly fell off his chair. Liam just shook his head. “That’s the most Luna thing I’ve ever heard.”
They all laughed — the kind that carries a secret inside it. The kind that says we’re crossing a line, and we all know it.
When Mia’s turn came, she produced something far smaller and darker, a minimalist black cylinder that looked more like modern art than sin. “Ultrasonic,” she said, holding it up. “Silent.Elegant. Terrifying.”
The laughter faltered. The air changed. They weren’t talking about toys anymore. They were talking about trust. About what happens when curiosity starts to feel like danger.
And Luna 
— always the one who needed to feel something first — smiled like a storm cloud about to break. “So,” she said softly, “who’s brave enough to go first?”
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<description><![CDATA[Latex fetishism is frequent obsession of people. The popularity highly risen with the spread of high quality latex and rubber materials in the last ten years. As a matter of fact latex fashion became almost mainstream. Celebrities like Kim Kardashian like to wear this special material in public. Why is it special? The simple answer […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[Latex fetishism is frequent obsession of people. The popularity highly risen with the spread of high quality latex and rubber materials in the last ten years. As a matter of fact latex fashion became almost mainstream. Celebrities like Kim Kardashian like to wear this special material in public.
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Why is it special? The simple answer because it's shiny and the touch of the material is very special. The long answer is a little bit complicated, but it has something to do with the fact that the feeling of latex dresses are very special, both in look and also the feel of wearing them.
Latex is a popular material among many people for clothing. The latex material can be stretchy, making it comfortable to wear. Additionally, latex dresses are often sexy and stylish. They can be made to fit any body type and can make you look your best. Latex also allows you to move freely which makes it perfect for dance or performance costumes.
Some people see latex as a scary, BDSM-oriented material. But there are also alluring stories of latex being used to create breathtakingly beautiful art. From delicate lace gloves and bodysuits to elaborate, colorful masks and costumes, latex can be made into anything a person could imagine.
In the following list we tried to collect some of the most relevant latex sex stories, to make some mood to try the latex fashion in your bedroom.
<h2>What Are The Top Latex Erotica Books?</h2>
 
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<h3>Rubber Nun, by Sophie De Witte (2025)</h3>
A mysterious figure known as the “Rubber Nun” guides followers through a journey of devotion and change. Scenes move from candlelit chambers to public rites where vows are tested and identities are remade. Power is taken, given back, and reshaped as characters learn what surrender can reveal about the self.
The world is rendered with bold visual detail. Iconic costumes, steel icons, and theatrical stages frame a story that treats ceremony as language. Each image deepens the mood and anchors the plot in a place that feels both sacred and transgressive. The result is a narrative that explores how control, vulnerability, and faith can coexist inside one body and one calling.
 
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<h3>Doll Factory, by Caroline Waters</h3>
In the story Doll Factory, a woman named Hannah, struggling with depression and seeking happiness, undergoes an experimental treatment that transforms her into a rubber-coated doll. As she explores her sexuality with another female doll, she grapples with various influences trying to control her.
The decision on how and where to submit as a doll is complex. If she makes the wrong choice, she could become a tool to destroy the happy society, including her potential Mistress. However, the dolls are rapidly multiplying, suggesting that the era of dolls may be imminent.
 
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<h3>Doll on the Town: A Latex Fetish Adventure, by Sasha D. Brooke</h3>
The second book of the series “<a href="https://amzn.to/2IOeNhu" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">The Rubber Temp</a>“, the book contains a short story about a lesbian couple with a set in public, later in a night club. The story is slow at the beginning but it is worth the reading since the end story is very engaging and sexy.
This is one of the most engaging latex sex stories on Amazon.
 
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<h3>Edge Play, by Jane Boon</h3>
Edge Play is a book about the journey of a woman from the halls of Wall Street to the fantasy world of a latex dungeon. The protagonist, Amy discovers her inner secrets of her personality by trying out her new role as dominatrix. This new experience changes her, and gives multiple options to her newly found life.
Jane's writing style is excellent in this book, in a fact the book is more engaging than Fifty Shades of Grey.
 
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<h3 id="title" class="a-spacing-none a-text-normal">Calli's Quest: An Inversion Tale, by Oona Callista</h3>
Calli Webster has been searching for her friend Charlotte Cain for months, ever since she disappeared without a trace. The last thing Calli remembers is leaving to go meet Charlotte at the library, and she has no idea what could have happened to her.
One day, while investigating a new lead on her friend's whereabouts, Calli comes across a place called Azure. The club is full of strange but somewhere tempting sexual fetishism, domination and submission.
 
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<h3>The Latex Bondage Fantasy, by Edward Laste</h3>
This is the third installment of “The Latex Fetish Series”. Since the protagonists discovered the world of latex they invented a business around it. They make videos for designers, and the limits are never told.
This is an engaging story about discovering the depths of latex fetishes.
 
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<h3>Pleasure Suit Fantasy, by KinkyWriter</h3>
Another short story by an avid erotica author, KinkyWriter. Jen and Katrina are best friends, when they get into a fetish nightclub. They get into a virtual reality simulation where they can specialize their interest. The girls can't get suited up in sexy latex catsuits and strapped in fast enough!
Would you choose an experience that's steamy and romantic like Jen or filled with erotic discipline and delight like Katrina?
 
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<h3>Latex Sex Kitten: Reyna’s Adventures in Hypnotic Submission, by M. Kistulot</h3>
Reyna is a submissive girl, she fulfills her mistresses Penelope and Irene's every wishes. The play later establishes a strong bond between them. The sex is great, and they're both such tender women.
To further improve the role they developed to Reyna they ordered a latex bodysuit that finally arrived. They slowly discover that new levels of lesbian passion in their sex commune.
<h3>Final Thoughts on Latex Fetish Books</h3>
Latex and rubber have been used as materials for clothing and accessories for a long time and have become associated with various forms of fetishism, including latex fetishism. People with a latex fetish may find the material appealing for a number of reasons, such as:
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<li>The look and feel of latex: Latex is a glossy, shiny material that can be made in a variety of colors and textures. Some people find the look and feel of latex to be sexually exciting.</li>
<li>The tight fit: Latex clothing is often form-fitting and can accentuate the wearer's body in a way that some people find alluring. The tight fit of latex clothing can also increase the wearer's body temperature, which can create a sensation of arousal.</li>
<li>The sound: Latex clothing often makes a distinctive rustling or squeaking sound when worn, which can be sexually stimulating to some people.</li>
<li>The fetish culture: Latex fetishism is a subculture with its own community, events, and rituals, which can be appealing to those who enjoy exploring their fetish.</li>
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It's important to note that everyone's experiences with latex fetishism are unique, and what is exciting or appealing to one person may not be to another. It's important to engage in any fetish or sexual activity consensually and responsibly.
It's surprising that there are limited latex erotic stories and books in written. Photography is much more productive nowadays, we can meet numerous photos and photographers online. I hope this list will be a help for you to discover your inner desires.
If you want to see more about late fashion visit <a href="https://www.instagram.com/orhidco/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Instagram</a> to get ideas.
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<description><![CDATA[I was living in my own private hell, scarred, broken, and convinced the best parts of me had died in a crash that nearly took everything. Then I saw her. My angel. My salvation. The woman whose body moves like music itself. Bridgit. The world calls her a dancer. To me, she is so much […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[I was living in my own private hell, scarred, broken, and convinced the best parts of me had died in a crash that nearly took everything. Then I saw her. My angel. My salvation. The woman whose body moves like music itself.
Bridgit.
The world calls her a dancer. To me, she is so much more. With every sway of her hips, every flick of her dark hair, every glance from beneath her lashes – she awakens something I thought was lost forever. Desire. Hope. Life. 
But before she could ever become my Private Dancer, I had to save her. Protect her. Prove to her that beneath my scars and shadows lies a man who would risk everything for her safety… for her love.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she holds my soul in her hands.
Together, we step into a dance neither of us expected – one filled with heat, danger, and the kind of passion that burns past the rules we both swore to follow. Her innocence collides with my experience. Her light fights my darkness. And when the music fades, the only question left is: can she love the man I’ve become, or will the secrets I carry tear us apart?
Private Dancer is a sensual, suspenseful romance for readers who crave brooding protectors, fearless heroines, and the kind of love story that heals as much as it burns.
Sometimes the most dangerous dance is the one that leads you home.
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<h3>Excerpt from Private Dancer © Copyright 2025 Dianne Darling</h3>
<h4>CHAPTER 1 
BIG BLUE</h4>
Bridgit
“Get your filthy fucking hands off of me!!!” I hissed at him under my breath.
The place is humming tonight, and I have one of those tables again. Drunk businessmen who think because I am dressed like this and it’s a dancing or strip club that he is allowed to manhandle and touch me. Goddamnit, his breath smells like fucking hell. And his equally drunk friends egg him on. It’s going to be one of those nights.
Not happening buddy.
Pulling my already too short skirt back down into place, I motion to Dillo and Jake to come and sort it out. Two hulking giant men approach from opposite sides of the place
“That creep is getting handsy. I asked him to stop, and he aint listening…. Please may you have a word, add a hearty hand on the shoulder” I smile up at them imploringly.
Dillo dips his head at me and heads in the direction of the offending lout, who tries to argue with him, but the man is a frigging tank. Drunk guy is not going to win this one. I am watching the whole thing unfold out of the corner of my eye as I continue to serve the other tables in my section. Dillo only has to say a few words to him in warning and he is subdued and nods his agreement. No doubt he has been warned if he does it again, he will be asked to leave. I do hope that is the end of it, but I see his mates goad him on while making fun of his embarrassment. He scowls at me over Dillo’s shoulder.
Hmmm, this isn’t over
It is awesome to have this sort of backup. I should feel safer now but tonight I am left feeling a little on edge still. Leaving the club, all of us girls take a little extra care. We’re always on the lookout for patrons following us home or even accosting us outside the club. Some don’t understand the friendliness in the club does not mean we want them outside the club. Jake, the burly bouncer, is awesome out in front of the club at night and always keeps an eye on us as we get to our various cars or cabs. His massive size is enough to send a warning to any horny patron.
Pussycat is my first of two jobs- 4 days a week, well 4 nights a week dancing three sets each night and then serving on the floor for the rest of the evening. It’s a long ass shift and the serving outfits are the pits, but I do love the dancing. It’s called Pussycat because of, yes, the dancers, and then the owners name is Cate. Super high maintenance but very fair. Strict but fair- she accepts no nonsense but has a heart of gold when it comes to her girls as she calls us. And at least we never get hit on by the boss. Pussycat is one of the better clubs in the area. No full nudity and no touching. It’s quite a larny admin types. Tourists make up a small portion with people who have heard about the club on TripAdvisor for the area and have come to check it out. There are always a few women, but some do come in as the food is really good and the dancing tasteful. Later at night things get a little rowdier and with much alcohol use, you see men in the audience dip their hands into their pants. Obviously, privacy is not an issue for these types.
Everyone has their favourites and I do have my regulars, a special few who I have nicknamed and are like my own little harem, my own little fan club. I always make sure when I come out to the dais to check on the patrons for the night. It’s important to know who to pay attention to, who will need eye contact and who is just going to be watching my tits. They still tip of course so I still pay attention. I live on my tips so ignoring this important factor would be foolish. Dancing is my absolute favourite thing to do, losing myself up on the dais, I keep plumping myself back making sure to hold the attention of special few who get one on one eye contact and a little extra sway or pout. It’s the best part of the night, getting into my persona, Lillith- Goddess of Eden. Feisty and super-hot, showing the essential first woman. Well, that’s how I think of her, and it serves me well.
There is Big Blue who has the bluest eyes, under a mop of dark hair. A gorgeous man, about 35 to 40, always comes alone, twice a week and sits in the corner for my sets, enjoys expensive whiskey, the club’s handmade crisps and always leaves a great tip. He is my favourite kind of client; he never tries to touch or speak to me but is there for each set I dance. I look forward to seeing him take the booth near the window and wonder why he never comes in with anyone else. I’m sure there are some secrets under his silent brooding persona.
There’s Bounce, who I heard from the other girls works in finance. He is about 30 and by nature has a round middle and a balding top. Always jolly, he usually comes with friends and if he does come alone, he always brings the vibe for the night, probably because he sees me. He is the guy cheering me every step and always usually tips with a second round of tips for a few mates I join him on while making a round. Always perfectly dressed and I absolutely love my time with him.
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<description><![CDATA[LITTLE DEMON I was raised in a world where money and power are at your fingertips. My father is a LORD, a very respected member of a secret society that knows no bounds. When tragedy struck my family, we discovered we weren’t untouchable. Just when I thought life couldn’t get any worse, I was shown […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[LITTLE DEMON
I was raised in a world where money and power are at your fingertips. My father is a LORD, a very respected member of a secret society that knows no bounds. When tragedy struck my family, we discovered we weren’t untouchable. Just when I thought life couldn’t get any worse, I was shown what hell is really like. Then he came and saved me. The devil disguised as my personal hero. But of course, nothing is for free. Not when a soul is up for grabs.
I VOW. YOU VOW. WE VOW.
Easton Bradley Sinnett—Sin—uses his power for his own sick pleasure. Like a typical Lord, he never thought about the consequences of his actions. I grew up with him, obsessed over him, craved him. He was who I pictured when I imagined doing things my body shouldn’t want.
One day, I realized he was not who I thought he was. It didn’t change anything, though, because I was already too far gone. If anything, I fell for him harder.
Every now and then, someone enters your life who flips it upside down. Sin wrecked me in the worst way, and I thanked him for it by serving on my knees.
As they say, nothing lasts forever. Men like him never stay with a woman like me. I’m what they use, not keep. So when he threw me away, I shouldn’t have been all that surprised.
My body had always craved the darker side of love. The kind that left bruises and scars. I was what most would call unholy. And when the devil whispered in my ear that he loved me, I was more than determined to show him just how devoted I could be.
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<h3>Excerpt from The Sinner © Copyright 2025 Shantel Tessier</h3>
<h4>CHAPTER ONE</h4>
INITIATION
SIN
Loyalty 
Freshman year at Barrington University
I sit straight up as I hear my bedroom door bang against the wall. The lights are flipped on, making me squint at the harsh brightness. Men’s voices are screaming at the top of their lungs, but the words they’re saying don’t register in my foggy mind.
Hands grab at my body, and my adrenaline immediately kicks in. I punch aimlessly, my body now wide awake and aware that men are in my room. I hit a face, making one of them grunt. I hit another body part, making another curse.
But there are too many of them. I’m yanked off my bed and fall face-first onto the floor. A knee is shoved into my back, and my arms are yanked behind me. “Get the fuck off me,” I shout before something is shoved over my head, effectively taking away my sight.
My heavy breathing fills the hot and heavy hood.
I roll over onto my back. Kicking my feet aimlessly, I try to make contact with anything I can. But something heavy presses down on my chest, and I feel a prick in my neck. My body instantly betrays me as it goes limp on my floor. The last thing I feel is something being wrapped around my ankles when my eyes roll into the back of my head.
I open my heavy eyes, having to blink several times before they focus. My head is foggy, my body sluggish. They drugged me. It takes me a few seconds to see I’m in a room with other men—fellow Lords who are being initiated.
I only count three. The rest must have been taken somewhere else for a different type of initiation. Rumors are, they like to break us up. That way we’re not all aware of what goes on. What we’re expected to do. Some are challenged more than others. It’s to weed out the weak from the strong.
This is a part of our journey to rule the world. If you want to be a man, then you take one’s life. My father once told me that when he came home covered in blood, pistol in hand.
Growing up, I always thought we were different. But that night solidified my suspicions. I was twelve when I found out he was a Lord, and I’d one day get the chance to be one as well.
You’d be surprised what a man will do to survive, Easton, he added when I questioned how he could take a man’s life and then go about his day like it didn’t happen.
“Welcome, brothers,” Lincoln calls out from behind me. “This is the beginning of your journey. Your first assignment, gentlemen. If you do not complete it, you will not receive another.”
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<description><![CDATA[The Edge of Darkness Book 1 IF HE CAN'T HAVE HER, NO ONE ELSE CAN Kade Mitchell is obsessed with someone he despises. A snake in an angel’s skin, Stacey Rhodes is everything he can’t forget – the girl who shattered his heart and drove him deep into the darkness of the underworld. He watched […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3><a href="https://amzn.to/4nSbCUE">The Edge of Darkness</a> Book 1</h3>
IF HE CAN'T HAVE HER, NO ONE ELSE CAN
Kade Mitchell is obsessed with someone he despises.
A snake in an angel’s skin, Stacey Rhodes is everything he can’t forget – the girl who shattered his heart and drove him deep into the darkness of the underworld.
He watched her for years. Killed anyone who came close to her. But now, granted a brief moment of freedom from the life he’s trapped in, he’s back home and driven to claim her again, breaking every rule he’s ever made for himself.
Not even his hatred can stop the pull between them.
But he’ll never forgive her… will he?
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<h3>Excerpt from Insatiable © Copyright 2025 Leigh Rivers</h3>
<h4>PROLOGUE</h4>
KADE 
SIX YEARS AGO
I fucking hate people. 
Especially parties.
It might be my fifteenth, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to participate in the celebration like my twin sister keeps insisting. I don’t like the attention or being around groups in general.
Mum told me we could have a joint party; we’ve been doing it this way for years. But fuck that—I hate it. And if I hear the song “Single Ladies” one more time, I will lose my shit. Most of the people here are fourteen still and have a crush on anime characters, for fuck’s sake.
I had to escape to my room like I always do. Locking my room door is mandatory, because fuck having any of them tell my mum I’m smoking out on my balcony. Ewan, my stepfather, caught me last week while having a draw in the pool house and said if I did it again, he’d tell her.
No one wants that woman yelling at them, scary bastard that she is.
I like my privacy, my own space where I’m unbothered. I have my key jammed in the hole, the latch on and a chair against the door. No chances of anyone ruining my peace.
I’d rather fill my lungs with smoke.
It makes me feel weird, to be honest. People might think it’s great to be the centre of attention when they walk into a room, but I can’t stand it. I’d rather be invisible. I’d rather no one knew who I was, or my family history, or do everything they can to talk to me.
They don’t want to know who I am, not really.
You’d think living in one of the largest manors in the west of Scotland, they’d struggle to find my room, my wing, but unfortunately, they have, and if one more person knocks my door, I’ll put a cig out in their eye.
I should go to the party before Mum or Ewan can bang on the door and give me shit, but I can’t seem to move from the balcony.
Because I’m preoccupied.
She has no idea I’m watching her.
Away from the rest, away from the party, a girl with long dark hair, wearing a little black dress, sits on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water.
Something about her intrigues me, so I keep my eyes on her.
I like to watch people from afar. I’ll study the way they act, their facial expressions and body language in certain situations, the tones of their voices. I intentionally make people uncomfortable just to see their reactions. My teachers are forever complaining to my parents.
Mum tells me to stop it, but it’s a great way to pass time and try to understand things that don’t come naturally to me.
I tilt my head to the side and stare at the girl with intense fascination.
Why is she not at the party? And who the fuck is she? I’ve never seen her before.
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[Latex fashion is becoming more and more popular. There are now a number of latex fashion brands that cater to this growing market. This type of clothing is popular among people who enjoy the feeling of being tightly enclosed. Latex also has a shiny appearance, which can make people look extremely sexy and attractive.
Celebrities like Lady Gaga, Rihanna, and Nicki Minaj have all been seen sporting latex outfits. Latex fashion is not just for celebrities anymore. There are a number of brands that are producing high-quality latex clothing.
If you're looking for something a little more daring, then you should check out our favorite latex wear brands and their online stores. We also marked how expensive a store is with $ signs in order to help to decide your perfect match:
<h2><a href="https://vexclothing.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Vex</a> (US)</h2>
$$$$
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Vex Clothing's products are hand-crafted in California where their studio is located. Vex's staff work diligently to ensure that every item meets high-quality standards. This also means that the delivery takes sometimes up to 4 weeks to dispatch. But if you need an urgent order, Vex can deliver within expedited timeframes.
All latex materials are high quality and the design of the clothes are unique. You will also find special bags and accessories at Vex's shop.
<h2><a href="https://www.libidex.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Libidex</a> (UK)</h2>
$$$$
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Libidex is a latex wear brand that has been making latex clothing since 1989. The company is known for its high-quality, handmade latex clothing, which is designed to fit and flatter the figure.
Libidex's collection includes dresses, catsuits, skirts, tops, trousers, lingerie, and accessories in a range of colors and styles. All of the brand's latex clothing is made from natural rubber.
<h2><a href="https://www.skintwo.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Skin Two</a> (formerly Honour) (UK)</h2>
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The first Honour shop, which opened in 1988, was situated in Waterloo, London. They mainly sold lingerie at this time, but after a while the owners realized that there is a great need for kinky clothes including latex, PVC and other special material clothes.
So far Skin Two brand became an important player in latex clothing market, including high quality pieces both for men and women. Hence the stores isn't specialized for latex wear, they have their own affordable collection for latex lovers.
<h2><a href="https://www.simon-o.com/en/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Simon O.</a> (Austria)</h2>
$$$$
<img loading="lazy" decoding="async" width="1890" height="1167" class="alignnone wp-image-5644 size-full" src="https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-6.png" srcset="https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-6.png 1890w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-6-1000x617.png 1000w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-6-1600x988.png 1600w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-6-768x474.png 768w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-6-1536x948.png 1536w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-6-150x93.png 150w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-6-300x185.png 300w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-6-696x430.png 696w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-6-1068x659.png 1068w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 1890px) 100vw, 1890px" />
Simon O. was one of the first web shops to offer a special selection of high-quality latex wear. They work only with the best and finest latex materials. Their customers prefer their latex catsuit selection because of their uniquely good touch and feel.
They are specialized for latex clothing, you will find a wide range of products on their page. They also have worldwide delivery as the case of large latex wear brands.
<h2><a href="https://www.catalystlatex.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Catalyst Latex</a> (UK)</h2>
$$$$
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Catalyst Latex is a well-known name in the world of alternative fashion, specializing in the design and creation of high-quality latex clothing. Founded by a designer with a passion for the unique properties of rubber, the brand has carved out a niche for itself with its distinctive, often avant-garde, styles. Operating primarily through its online store, Catalyst offers a wide array of garments for all genders, ranging from classic catsuits, dresses, and corsets to more intricate and customized pieces. The brand is recognized for its meticulous attention to detail, innovative designs, and a bold aesthetic that appeals to both seasoned latex enthusiasts and newcomers curious about the material.
What sets Catalyst Latex apart is its commitment to craftsmanship and fit. Each garment is made to order, often with options for custom sizing to ensure a perfect, second-skin feel, which is crucial for latex wear. The brand is also praised for its use of vibrant colors and for pushing the boundaries of latex design, incorporating elements like intricate patterns, appliques, and unique cuts. This dedication to quality and originality has earned Catalyst a loyal following and a prominent place within the global latex fashion scene, making it a go-to destination for those seeking statement pieces that are both daring and expertly constructed.
<h2><a href="https://www.latexcatfish.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Latex Catfish</a> (China)</h2>
$$$$
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Are you looking for some affordable alternative, or you just planning to buy your first latex catsuit? Latex catfish could be your best choice.
They have very good quality dresses and catsuit at an affordable price tag. Their weak point is the delivery time, you will need approx. 2-4 months for custom size orders to receive your package, since it will be dispatched most likely from China.
The quality they are working from is mixed. Metallic latex materials are good quality, but we received sometimes smelly latex if we ordered clothes made from standard latex colors.
Their website is easy to use, and if you have any problem their support will assist you.
<h2><a href="https://www.tightsidelatex.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Tight Side Latex</a> (NL)</h2>
$$$$
<img loading="lazy" decoding="async" width="2342" height="1351" class="alignnone wp-image-5647 size-full" src="https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-8.png" srcset="https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-8.png 2342w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-8-1000x577.png 1000w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-8-1600x923.png 1600w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-8-768x443.png 768w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-8-1536x886.png 1536w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-8-2048x1181.png 2048w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-8-150x87.png 150w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-8-300x173.png 300w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-8-696x401.png 696w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-8-1068x616.png 1068w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-8-1920x1108.png 1920w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 2342px) 100vw, 2342px" />One of the newest unicorns of latex manufacturers is Tight Side Latex. Holly has many years of experience working at several renowned luxury fashion companies both in the UK and New Zealand over the past 10 years. Producing a first-class degree in fashion and buying, Holly has been an influential facet of the fashion industry's evolution.
This new brand was the result of the pandemic and started in 2020.
<h2><a href="https://www.westwardbound.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Westward Bound</a> (UK)</h2>
$$$$
<img loading="lazy" decoding="async" width="2157" height="931" class="alignnone wp-image-5662 size-full" src="https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-9.png" srcset="https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-9.png 2157w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-9-1000x432.png 1000w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-9-1600x691.png 1600w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-9-768x331.png 768w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-9-1536x663.png 1536w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-9-2048x884.png 2048w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-9-150x65.png 150w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-9-300x129.png 300w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-9-696x300.png 696w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-9-1068x461.png 1068w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-9-1920x829.png 1920w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Pasted-9-600x259.png 600w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 2157px) 100vw, 2157px" />
The seed of Westward Bound's evolution resides in the punk explosion and underground scene of the late 1970s and early '80s in London. In fact, Westward Bound were affectionately known as the “dark side of the New Romantics.” Westward Bound have been referred to that as a literary acclaim and they wished it was just a reflection of their love for a party.
The clothes at the manufacturer are all hand made and cut. They work with a lot of colors to make latex wear charming and elegant. Westward Bound has nothing to hide during the creational process, they work fully transparently.
Truth to be told they are a high end manufacturer even their prices are high, but the end result will be always charming.
<h2><a href="https://www.rubberfashion.de/en" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Rubber Fashion</a> (Germany)</h2>
$$$$
<img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-6757" src="https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Rubber-Fashion-latex-store.jpeg" alt="Rubber Fashion latex store" width="1000" height="409" srcset="https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Rubber-Fashion-latex-store.jpeg 1000w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Rubber-Fashion-latex-store-768x314.jpeg 768w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Rubber-Fashion-latex-store-150x61.jpeg 150w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Rubber-Fashion-latex-store-300x123.jpeg 300w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Rubber-Fashion-latex-store-696x285.jpeg 696w, https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Rubber-Fashion-latex-store-600x245.jpeg 600w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 1000px) 100vw, 1000px" />
This German online shop, Rubberfashion, a brand specializing in latex clothing and accessories. The range includes items like latex stockings, socks, suspenders, gags, shirts, slips, thongs, butt plugs, and corsets, targeted at both women and men. The products are diverse, featuring various styles such as overknee socks, open-toe stockings, inflatable gags with breathing tubes, shirts, pants with penis sheaths, and hot pants with integrated dildos.
<h3>Final thoughts</h3>
In conclusion, latex clothing is a great way to add some spice to your wardrobe. It can be sexy, stylish, and fun. These above brands and webshops are the best options for those looking to buy latex clothing.
If you have further stores you would like to recommend, contact us <a href="mailto:orhid@birdsheaven.com">here</a>. Or on <a href="https://www.instagram.com/orhidco/">Instagram</a> via direct message.
If you would like dig deeper into the world of latex, check our favorite <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/best-latex-sex-stories-and-books/">kinky latex books</a>.
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<title>Mystery Of Mammary Island by Lostsoulz</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Lost on a mysterious island with my busty mom and huge titted cousin Stranded by a freak portal, Greg and Katy are marooned on a near-empty island with nowhere to hide the heat. Days mean fishing and fire. Nights mean teasing turned confessions, kisses that go deep, and hands that finally learn what they’ve wanted […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[Lost on a mysterious island with my busty mom and huge titted cousin
Stranded by a freak portal, Greg and Katy are marooned on a near-empty island with nowhere to hide the heat. Days mean fishing and fire. Nights mean teasing turned confessions, kisses that go deep, and hands that finally learn what they’ve wanted for years. Clothes dry slow. Self-control burns faster.
Signals for rescue fail. A storm builds. Another survivor stirs the air and their hunger spikes. On this beach, rules fall away and every touch asks for more. If they give in, there’s no going back. If they don’t, they’ll break.
A high-heat survival romance where desire hits like warm surf and never lets up.
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<h3>Excerpt from Mystery Of Mammary Island © Copyright 2025 Lostsoulz</h3>
“OK, OK, I admit it! Greg, I've always sort of, well you know had a crush on you. That's why I'm always talking about my big boobies. I like to tease, but always wondered what would happen if you and I, you know got together.”
I didn't know what to say. I just stood there. My gorgeous cousin has a crush on ME?
She continued teasing me. “Don't act like you haven't noticed how big they are! I know you've been stealing glimpses! I bet you've wanted to do things to them. Things most other women can't do!”
I thought to deny it, but I can't believe my cousin was telling me this. I mean if falling through some sort of portal or vortex onto a nearly deserted island full of hugely busty women, then comes this confession. My cock throbbed angrily in my pants.
“It's true Katy! I've had a crush on you for a long time, but I know you're my cousin, we couldn't do anything!”
“Shouldn't that be my choice!” she asked. “I've always had a sort of innocent crush on you, but it's turned slightly less innocent. Like if I wanted to give you a blowjob right here, couldn't I?”
“Yeah!” I said more confidently.
And with that, she got on her knees in front of me. I didn't know what to do. I wanted this to happen so badly. She pulled my pants down and my hard cock sprung out and hit her in the face.
“Fucking hell! How big is that thing!” she asked.
“How big are you?” I asked bravely.
“I'm a L cup. 34L”
“Wow” I sighed.
“Take a look at them while you enjoy the best blowjob you'll ever have.”
Her exposed breasts were bigger and more beautiful than I could ever imagine.
“So how big are you? I wanna know before I attempt to stuff it all in my mouth.”
“Eleven inches!”
“Well best I get to work then! That is one thick cock”
And before I knew it, my hot cousin had started to swallow my cock.
“Ahhhhh!” I moaned. I leaned back against a large boulder as my huge busty cousin continued swallowing. Inch by inch was swallowed deep into the back of her throat. My knees were weak and I steadied myself on the warm rock behind me. Her hot mouth had almost taken me to the base. My cock tickled the back of her throat. She choked slightly.
She lifted her head slowly, savouring every inch of my cock, her tongue licking the sensitive underside of my cock. She attempted again to take it all. Slowly, slowly she went and forced herself on my cock. I heard wet slurping and gagging sounds as she tried. It felt incredible. I was in heaven.
Her soft, warm tongue swirled over my cock. “Sooooo good Katy!” I moaned.
She went faster now, causing the water to splash in the rockpool. She bobbed her head while holding onto the back of my legs, pushing me deeper into her. The feeling was incredible.
“Glob…ahhhh….grrrr…glob, ahhhhh!” she moaned on my cock.
She dipped her head back and forth over my hard cock, which occasionally jerked in her mouth. My knees were even weaker as I felt them bend uncontrollably. She took her other hand and massaged my balls gently and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt shivers down my spine. She used her other hand to jerk me off at the same time as giving me a deep blowjob.
She sped up. “Fuck!” I yelled. This encouraged her to go faster. Her head was almost a blur as she slid her tight mouth, vacuuming my cock into her throat. “Too good!” I cried.
“Cum..n…ma mouf!” she said.
As I felt the feeling of no return, I screamed out loud. “GON CUUUUUUUM!” She fucked my cock with her mouth from tip to base and just before I came, she pulled me right into her, my eleven inches entirely swallowed down her throat and I threw my head back and roared. I blasted a hot and thick load of cum in my cousin's throat.
“ARRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I cried as I released copious amounts of cum into her throat, swallowing it all.
Finally, what felt like an age, she got up, and smiled.
I was out of breath recovering, my softer cock slowly shrinking. “Fuck that was good!” I said.
“I loved it too, I loved seeing you writhe in pleasure! We gotta do that again soon. I mean who knows how long we'll be here.”
“Yeah…” I said a bit dazed but happy.
“But first we need to catch some fish!”
And for the next twenty minutes, I don't know if I was calmer but working together, we managed to catch four big fish. We brought them back to mom who had found some strange looking fruit, some coconuts and had made and lit a fire. She also had found tons more banana leaves to make a more comfortable sleeping experience.
“Sorry we took so long, but it looks like you got everything under control mom!”
“No problem honey and WOW you caught 4 fish! We're going to have a feast!” We cooked the fish over some hot rocks by the fire and ate like kings. However, it started to get dark very quickly.
“We will have to get an earlier start tomorrow!” said mom. We need to try signal for help, or make a fire or help sign or something.”
I wasn't listening. I was staring at mom's face in the firelight. Even in distress she was beautiful. Long, dark hair, blue eyes you could get lost in and the biggest chest I had ever seen. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't lie or hide my feelings. Maybe it was my confidence getting boosted by the most amazing blowjob I ever had, but mom looked incredible. Her slightly dirty torn clothes just added to the natural look of her. How could such a slim woman have tits and hips so big. It was insane!
Mom grabbed one of the weird looking fruits and started eating it.
“What type of fruit is that?” I asked.
“I don't know, but it's delicious, very sweet! Try one.
“No thanks.”
After dinner, although it was dark, mom wanted to go for a swim in the ocean. “I need to bathe. I'm feeling sweaty and dirty. Katy, Greg, why don't you come with me?”
“I'm too tired, you guys go ahead. I'm going to turn in for the night” said Katy.
“OK Greg, just you and I, let's go.”
My heart was racing. Mom and I left as Katy crawled into the cave. We walked carefully as we couldn't see much. Again, I was careful to watch out for the tribe of women. The beach was empty. It was dark with just a three-quarter moon out to light the way. The sand looked blue and the waves gently broke on the shore.
Mom grabbed my hand. “Come, let's go quickly, the water looks amazing!” she said.
“OK, slow down mom!”
“No, I'm gonna speed up, you'll have to chase me!” she said as she playfully slapped my bum and took off. What had gotten into her? Mom was acting strange.
I ran after her, clearing the bushes as I went past. Finally, we reached the edge of the bushes and stood on the soft warm sand.
“Um…this is going to be a bit weird darling, but I can't swim in my clothes. I'll have to take them off, you know…given the circumstances.” She giggled slightly in a very sexy way.
“So you're skinny dipping, mom?”
“Yes, you could say that!” she giggled playfully again. “Aren't you going to as well?”
I couldn't believe it, did my huge breasted mom just ask me to skinny dip with her?
“You…um…you don't mind me seeing you naked?” I asked.
“Well, no, you've seen boobs before, right? I've seen a penis before, even yours.”
“MOM!” I said blushing.
“OK, sorry, sorry, just teasing.”
“So, have you seen boobs before?”
“Of course I have!” I said. I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. My cock started to get hard. My heart beat rapidly. I didn't know where this was going.
“Not on the internet, I mean in real life?” she pressed.
“Yes, there was busty Betty…I mean Betty! Sorry it's what we called her in college.”
“Ohhh, busty Betty hey? So, my son's a boob man then? Naughty boob boy! “So how big was busty Betty then?”
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<title>The Circle, Part 1 by Jorden Ashe</title>
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<description><![CDATA[No one crossed the line. The line came to them. They were inseparable. Four best friends who had grown up side by side, sharing everything, jokes, secrets, even whole summers, without ever crossing the line. For years it was safe. Ordinary. Completely innocent. Then one night, everything changed. What began with laughter turned into something […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3>No one crossed the line. The line came to them.</h3>
They were inseparable. Four best friends who had grown up side by side, sharing everything, jokes, secrets, even whole summers, without ever crossing the line. For years it was safe. Ordinary. Completely innocent.
Then one night, everything changed.
What began with laughter turned into something no one could have predicted. A single spark, a reckless suggestion, and suddenly they were in uncharted territory. A circle was formed, a secret that lived only between them. No touching allowed. Just daring glances, teasing challenges, and the dizzying thrill of watching each other unravel without ever breaking the one rule.
It should have been a joke. It should have ended as quickly as it started. Instead it became irresistible. A new game that left them laughing, aching, and craving more.
Book One of The Circle pulls you into the night it all began, the spark that turned innocence into something far more dangerous and thrilling. It is the first taste of a secret that only grows hotter, wilder, and more addictive with every turn of the game.
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<h3>Excerpt from The Circle, Part 1 © Copyright 2025 Jorden Ashe</h3>
<h4>CHAPTER ONE</h4>
The dim glow of string lights bathed Luna’s small bungalow in a warm amber hue, casting soft shadows that danced across the walls. The air was heavy with the familiar scent of cheap wine, greasy Chinese takeout containers, and the faint, comforting mustiness of the old, dog-eared novels that lined the shelves. This cozy haven had become a sanctuary for the group of four friends, a refuge where time seemed to stretch and the burdens of the outside world lifted, if only for a while.
Liam sat at the kitchen table and opened up the well-used deck of cards, his strawberry blond hair falling into his brilliant eyes. He pushed it back with the practiced sweep of someone who’d spent thousands of hours with water streaming past his face, his body long and lean from years of competitive swimming. His hands moved with deliberate calm as he shuffled—the same measured pace he used when mediating between his little sister’s tearful accusations and his brother’s defensive shouts back home. When Luna’s laugh pierced the air, he looked up with a half-smile, then glanced at his phone, where Aive unread texts from Aive different siblings glowed, each one asking for advice only he seemed able to give.
Across from him, Luna sat cross-legged on the Aloor, her petite, Aive-foot-nothing frame dwarfed by the oversized cushion she leaned against. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, almost like an oil slick, as she slapped her thigh, doubling over with laughter. “You made a brick… out of pasta… I don’t even know how that’s possible!” She wiped tears from her eyes, the same mischievous glint in them that had gotten her sent to the principal’s ofAice seventeen times senior year of high school. The silver bangles on her wrist—gifts from her abuela’s collection—jingled as she gestured wildly, mimicking Alex’s panicked face when smoke had billowed from the pot. Even now, in her tiny bungalow, salsa music drifted softly from her kitchen speakers, the same soundtrack that had played during countless family cookouts where she’d learned to sneak shots of rum behind her tío’s back at Aifteen.
Meanwhile, Alex sat nearby, his head thrown back in exaggerated laughter, one hand clutching his strong, toned chest. “Ah yes, pasta brick. How I love pasta brick… Pasta brick,” he swooned, falling sideways onto the floor with a heavy thud, his tussle of light brown hair still managing to look styled. His phone buzzed in his pocket… probably his sister with another update about her promotion… but he ignored it, launching instead into an impromptu song about pasta brick that had Luna in stitches. When she finally caught her breath, he glanced at his ignored notifications, his smile faltering for just a second before he slipped it back into place. He’d gotten good at that, ever since the layoff at the warehouse in Matheson, wheredinner conversations inevitably circled back to sister Eliza’s latest academic achievement while the others gazed past him, searching for something Alex had never managed to be.
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<title>Chronicles of the Living Lily Dolls (Book Two) Lust in the Shadows: The Curse of the Goth Lily Doll by Alyson Ricci</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Selena's Book of Shadows Book 2 In the second installment of Chronicles of the Living Lily Dolls, eighteen-year-old Trevor, a socially isolated Goth teen grappling with an abusive father and a lonely existence, discovers a mysterious Lily doll in a local occult emporium. Drawn to its eerie allure despite warnings of its haunted nature, Trevor […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4>Selena's Book of Shadows Book 2</h4>
In the second installment of Chronicles of the Living Lily Dolls, eighteen-year-old Trevor, a socially isolated Goth teen grappling with an abusive father and a lonely existence, discovers a mysterious Lily doll in a local occult emporium. Drawn to its eerie allure despite warnings of its haunted nature, Trevor takes the doll home and transforms it into a gothic reflection of himself.
Unbeknownst to him, the doll is inhabited by the spirit of a dark pixie with a troubled past, whose enchantment awakens under Trevor's touch. As strange occurrences escalate—objects moving, mirrors shattering, and a bully mysteriously injured—the Lily doll reveals her true identity and magical origins. Bound by a shared sense of alienation, Trevor and the Lily Doll form an intense, forbidden connection that deepens into a passionate, yet erotic, supernatural bond.
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<h3>Excerpt from Chronicles of the Living Lily Dolls (Book Two) © Copyright 2025 Alyson Ricci</h3>
Trevor felt a blush creep up his neck, his gaze meeting Lily's. He'd never considered his actions as anything other than a desperate attempt to make something beautiful and alive in his otherwise bleak existence. To hear her articulate it, to see the genuine emotion in her glass eyes, made his heart ache in a way he couldn't comprehend. He carefully scooped her up, his touch as gentle as if she were made of spun moonlight, and settled her onto his palm. “I… I just wanted to take care of you, Lily,” he confessed, his voice thick with unspoken feelings. “You're… you're the only thing that makes sense.”
Lily smiled, a soft, radiant thing that illuminated the dusty room. She traced the lines of his palm with a delicate finger. “And you, Trevor,” she whispered, her voice laced with a newfound tenderness, “are the only one who sees me. Truly sees me.” She leaned closer, her tiny form a beacon of warmth against the gloom. “Perhaps this is the beginning of something… unexpected. For both of us.”
As Trevor held Lily in his palm, her tiny form radiating that inexplicable warmth, he felt a flush creep up his neck, his cheeks burning under her gaze. She was so small, so delicate, yet her presence filled the room like a storm about to break. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his voice. “I… I don't know what to say, Lily. This is all so… unreal.”
Lily tilted her head, her black-lipped smile turning playful, almost mischievous. She stepped lightly across his palm, her fishnet bodice clinging to her curves in a way that suddenly made Trevor hyper-aware of every detail—the way the leather hugged her plastic breasts, the subtle sway of her hips in those tight black jeans. She placed one tiny hand on his thumb, stroking it slowly, deliberately.
“Unreal? Oh, Trevor, I'm very real.” Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, laced with a teasing lilt. “Go ahead, touch me. You've done it before. Remember when dressing me like this… your fingers lingering just a little too long.”
Trevor's breath hitched, his face turning a deeper shade of red. He could feel the heat radiating from his skin, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. “I-I didn't mean to… I mean, I was just… making you, you know…” He stammered, his eyes darting away from her, but he couldn't help glancing back, mesmerized by how alive she seemed—how her glass eyes sparkled as she bit her lip.
She giggled, a soft, melodic sound that sent a shiver down his spine. Hopping off his palm, she landed gracefully on his chest, her tiny feet pressing against the fabric of his shirt. She began to walk upward, toward his collarbone, her movements slow and deliberate, exploring him. “Making me what? Hmm? Your goth queen? All dark and sexy.” She paused, pressing her palm against his skin where his shirt dipped low, her touch cool yet electrifying. “But tell me, Trevor… when you stripped off my old clothes, were you fantasizing in the moment, wondering what I would look like if I were real?”
He froze, his blush spreading to his ears as he sat down on the edge of his bed. “Lily, I… that's not… I mean, you're a doll. I wasn't thinking like that.” But his voice betrayed him, cracking slightly, and he could feel a stir of something unfamiliar, a mix of nervousness and curiosity that made his stomach twist.
“Oh, come on,” she purred, climbing higher until she was perched on his shoulder again, her lips brushing against his earlobe as she whispered. “Don't be shy. I felt your hands on me—hesitant at first, then… bolder. You lingered on my hips, my chest. Admit it, it excited you.” She nuzzled closer, her tiny body pressing against his neck, and he swore he could feel her breath, warm and teasing. “I bet you've fantasized about me coming to life. That's the real reason you brought me home isn't it? Those warnings about me, excited you.”
Trevor's hands clenched the bed-sheets, his face now beat red. He turned his head slightly, trying to meet her eyes without dislodging her. “F-fantasized? No, I… okay, maybe a little. But it's weird, right? You're so small, and I'm… me.” He let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is crazy. What if …”
Lily slid down his arm like a playful cat, landing in his lap with a soft bounce that made him jolt. She straddled his thigh, her legs dangling on either side, and looked up at him with a wicked grin. “You're so nervous, it's cute.” She ran her hands along the seam of his jeans, her touch feather-light but insistent, tracing upward toward his zipper. He shifted uncomfortably, his blush intensifying as he felt her proximity, her tiny form radiating an unexpected heat. “Lily, stop… I mean, not stop, but… what if I hurt you? Or… what are you even suggesting?” His voice was a whisper, laced with embarrassment, but his eyes were locked on her, unable to look away. She laughed again, standing up in his lap and twirling once, her hips swaying provocatively. “Hurt me? Oh, please. I'm tougher than I look—and besides, I like a little risk.” She stepped closer, pressing her body against his abdomen, her hands reaching up to tug at his shirt. “Suggesting? Mmm, how about I show you instead?” With a fluid motion, she climbed higher, her fingers hooking into the fabric as she pulled herself up to his chest. “Undress me, Trevor. Like you did before. But this time… I have a little surprise for you.”
His hands trembled as he reached for her, hesitating just inches away. “I… I can't. This feels wrong. You're alive now. It's different.” But his fingers brushed her shoulder anyway, sending a spark through both of them.
“Trevor, shhhh”, Lily shushed him pushing her tiny finger to his lips. Trevor swallowed hard, his face aflame, but he didn't pull away. Instead, with a nervous exhale, he gently tugged at the fabric, his mind racing with a whirlwind of fear and desire as Lily's risqué teasing pulled him deeper into their forbidden connection.
Trevor's fingers hovered at the edge of Lily's fishnet top, his breath shallow and uneven, his face still flushed a deep crimson. He could feel the faint tremor in his hand, the mix of nerves and anticipation making his pulse race. Lily, perched boldly on his chest, looked up at him with those shimmering glass eyes—now seeming less like glass and more like living embers, full of mischief and desire.
“Oh, Trevor,” she murmured, her voice a silky purr that sent a shiver straight down his spine. “You're trimbling. Don't tell me you're scared of little ole' me.” She reached up, wrapping her tiny hands around his index finger, guiding it slowly but firmly toward the hem of her bodice. “Here, let me help you. Just… pull it up. Nice and slow.”
“I-I don't know if…,” Trevor stammered, his blush deepening as he felt the fabric catch under his fingertip.
“Shh, no more excuses,” she interrupted, her tone teasing yet commanding. She pressed his finger down, hooking it under the edge of her top, and tugged gently with him. “Come on. Undress me like you did that first night.”
With a hesitant pull, Trevor eased the bodice upward, the material sliding over her torso. As it peeled away, revealing her bare form, his eyes widened in shock. Her body wasn't smooth, featureless plastic—it was… real. Soft, pale skin that looked warm and inviting, with subtle curves and details that made her anatomically correct in ways a doll never could be. Small, pert breasts with pink nipples that hardened slightly in the air, a defined waist, and lower still, a hint of delicate folds that made him avert his gaze quickly, his face burning hotter than ever.
“W-what… how?” he whispered, his voice cracking as he dropped the tiny top to the side, his finger lingering frozen against her now-silken side. “You're… you're not plastic anymore. This feels like… skin. Real skin.”
She giggled softly, as she stretched languidly under his gaze, her hands trailing down her body in a provocative display. “Mmm, I love that look on your face—like you've unwrapped a forbidden gift.” She stepped closer on his chest, her bare feet pressing into his shirt, and ran her fingers over her newly softened skin, cupping one of her breasts teasingly. “The longer I'm alive like this, the more real my body becomes. Day by day, hour by hour, the enchantment deepens. Plastic turns to flesh, cold to warm… and oh, it feels so good. Touch me. Feel how soft I am now.”
Trevor's hand trembled as he brought his finger back, gently brushing it along her arm, then down her side. It was true—velvety skin, yielding slightly under his touch, warm like a living thing. He swallowed hard, his nervousness making his words tumble out. “Holy shit… you're beautiful, Lily. But…”she arched into his fingertip like a cat seeking more affection, guiding it lower to trace the curve of her hip.
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<title>Grumpy Billionaire’s Runaway Bride by Aria McDow</title>
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<description><![CDATA[I ran out on my wedding and ended up in a snowstorm—with a grumpy billionaire in my borrowed bed. I didn’t plan to ruin my life in five-inch heels. I left Rob at the altar, veil flying, guests gasping. One snowy night. One borrowed cottage. One brooding jackass I never expected to see again. Darien […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[I ran out on my wedding and ended up in a snowstorm—with a grumpy billionaire in my borrowed bed.
I didn’t plan to ruin my life in five-inch heels.
I left Rob at the altar, veil flying, guests gasping.
One snowy night. One borrowed cottage. One brooding jackass I never expected to see again.
Darien Blackwood: heir to a legal empire, permanently scowling, and inconveniently shirtless.
I patch him up after a deer totals his Corvette. He blames me. Obviously.
We can’t stand each other—until we’re stuck together.
He cooks gourmet food at midnight while I cry over wedding cake I never got to eat.
We fake a relationship to throw off his obsessed ex—and my unhinged one.
But the fake kisses start feeling dangerously real.
I’m falling. Hard.
Then I see him with her. I run—back to the one place I swore I’d never return—carrying a secret I can’t outrun.
The baby growing inside me… is it his? Or the fiancé’s I left at the altar?
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<h3>Excerpt from Grumpy Billionaire's Runaway Bride © Copyright 2025 Aria McDow</h3>
<h4>Prologue</h4>
<h4>BAILEY</h4>
11:58 PM
December 23
Just how long can I run away from my train wreck of a life?
I clutch the blankets tighter. You really nailed an epic disaster today, Bailey. Well done.
The warmth of the cottage and the soft cocoon of blankets is my only solace. I can feel the day’s events replaying on a loop: my white-knuckled grip on the bouquet, the gasp of the crowd, the stunned look on Rob’s face when I bolted.
It's not like I have commitment issues. I just have a deep-seated discomfort with the concept of lifelong legal and emotional entanglement with a man I can finally admit, I don’t love. Unfortunately, I figured that out half-way down the aisle. Yes, there’s that. A soft chuckle escapes my lips, but it feels foreign, out of place, and has a bitter taste.
I focus on the flickering shadows of the snowflakes outside, each one a tiny, floating speck.
Then I start counting.
Slowly, blessedly, the whirlpool of thoughts quiet down, and my breathing steadies. I feel the blessed cloak of sleep finally pull me under, offering a merciful escape from the chaos of the day.
All is silent and dark.
I have no idea how long I’ve been in a dreamless sleep. What I do know is that it’s long enough to be too darn early to be awakened from it. But that’s exactly what happens when the glorious, feel-nothing-dark state I’m enjoying is penetrated by…something.
I’m experiencing that weird state where consciousness returns but not the ability to move my body. I sense the mattress dip and a klaxon alarm goes off in my head. Something heavy, something substantial has joined me in the bed.
Battle stations! This is not a drill!
My eyes snap open, heart pounding. Someone’s getting into bed with me. Is it Rob, come to claim his honeymoon rights? Panic surges, I’m freed from my paralysis, and instincts take over, propelling me to lash out blindly.
In a flash, my hand gropes around, connects with something Solid, and I hear a grunt. I sit up, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Another swing, this time I recognize I’m holding a decorative wooden tray from the nightstand. It hits something hard, and I hear a hiss of pain.
“Ow!”
I don’t recognize the voice but as terrified as I am, I know it’s not Rob’s. Desperately, my heart pounding out of my chest, I fumble for the bedside lamp with trembling fingers.
The light flickers on, and I see who is in the room with me. My mouth drops open—it’s Sofia’s brother-in-law, Darien Blackwood. He’s wide-eyed, shielding his head with his arm.
He is also honest-to-god, drop dead, gorgeously nearly naked.
Darien is standing in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of red briefs that hug his firm glutes in the back, and hint at dimensions of his package in the front. His body is a masterpiece—rippling shoulders, chiseled arms, a sculpted chest, and abs that look like they were carved from smooth marble. His legs are long, shapely, and tanned, completing the picture of a Greek god who somehow stumbled into my bed.
That doesn’t stop me from taking another swing.
“Bailey!” he barks, dodging another blow. “What the—stop! It’s me! Darien!”
I narrow my eyes, still gripping the tray tightly. I lower the tray a fraction, my breathing fast and shallow. My heart is still racing, and I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
“Eyes up, asshole,” I snap, noticing his gaze drifting towards my heaving breasts.
“They are,” he mutters, looking me in the eyes. He looks a mess–, his nose red and crusted with blood, tiny cuts all over his face, and one bruising eye staring back at me. This is surreal. I went to bed alone and woke up with a man I only know well enough to have traded barbs with on a few social occasions. “What the fuck happened to you? Did I do that?” I ask, my voice shaking.
“What? Do what?” He frowns, turning toward the wall mirror. The second he sees himself, he lets out a low whistle. “Don’t flatter yourself, princess. You should see the other deer, I know for a fact he came out worse than me.”
I stare at him blankly. “Huh? Deer?”
“Yeah.” He nods seriously, like he’s making sense.
I blink at him. “Darien, I think you may have a concussion. Normal people say ‘you should see the other guy' when they get into a fight. They don’t blame an animal.”
“Right. ‘Guy’. That would make more sense if I'd actually fought a person.”
“Okay,” I nod condescendingly. “And you think you won?”
He gestures vaguely at his battered face. “This is what winning looks like, sweetheart.”
His face has assumed a very grumpy expression and it makes him look even more like he went ten rounds with a blender. If his car hit a deer, then it probably has extensive damage…so why is he here, of all places?
The absurdity of the situation dawns as what is happening suddenly settles in, and for a second, I think I might laugh—or kill him.
I exhale shakily, then snap, “Darien Blackwood, what the actual fuck are you doing here?
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