I know this funny lizard that enjoys tinkering with people's minds from time to time.

You're a telephone exchange now!

*plugs you in*

I wish I could do this...
Once I move out maybe haha

Oh! It's a bit silly, but an electric air pump/hand blower fan with a narrow hose attachment can actually make putting your suit on much easier. When putting it on, you can blow air into the legs to inflate them a little, which makes it easier to get over your body. And dressing aid helps too.

If you don't have viviclean to wash your gear with, use a neutral soap. Any mild unscented, undyed dish soap will do, but I personally just shell out the extra money for stuff made for latex. Vivishine in general is the gold standard.

Of course! I'm always happy to help with kink education haha

The basic gist is to always wash your latex after wearing it, then store it in a dark, dry, room temperature space.

And remember that latex is a natural, organic material; it will degrade over time regardless of how well it's kept.

Myself and the other big gear heads I know just store our stuff on plastic hangers in our closets. If that's not an option for you, instead of talcum powder, you could fold the garment with some uncolored tissue paper instead.

Are you specifically looking for something to get latex on easier? Vividress is what I personally use, which can be found on a bunch of sites, but now that I have a chlorinated suit I don't even need dressing aid.

Am I completely biased? Absolutely, however, you did exceptionally well on my tegu, and the addition of the tail slithering under the shirt and everything is just great. I really want to get a new piece from you in the future...

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You should basically treat any messenger you use as plaintext (probably even Signal). Obviously the implications of this suck massively. I can’t give you good advice regarding dealing with those.

Cherry flavored Jet

You don't even remember what you were doing, all you can focus on is that comforting presence around you, holding you, guiding you. In and out. Up and down. The outside world just disappears, it's just you and those coils. With one final, firm squeeze, any thought left in your head is extinguished.

They squeeze with a deliberate rhythm, relaxing to let you get a breath in, then squeezing tight and forcing the air back out of your lungs. In and out, over and over. You sink into that tail, your body relaxing, completely at the mercy of those coils. In and out. Up and down. Again and again.