Latex Goddess

By Bartemius Cassangway

It was the beginning of the sexual revolution. Evedene Sanders was a cute young lady in her twenties with a peculiar job. She rarely spoke of it because it conjured unusual expressions, short mindedness, or downright rude attitudes towards her and her profession. The company she worked for produced condoms and they had to be tested occasionally. Being the only woman to work on the engineering staff in a male dominated industry, she was asked the unthinkable one day. Could she even consider the request? Would Evedene be able to uphold her participation in the sexual revolution without regret?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bartemius Cassangway
• Release date: Dec 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005677718

Bartemius Cassangway

I like to write interesting things but I like to read more. I have a love of erotic works and have many ideas that are still waiting to make to the page. I hope what I have published is creative enough to rise above a lot of what the industry has pushed out without proper story lines. I believe you cannot get into the proper erotic moment without knowing all of what the character is up to in any given moment.Full written fiction provides the perfect medium to release the greatest arousal one can get from that special moment. And that's why I strive to create. Please comment one way or the other on any of my works. I want to hear what my readership has to express.

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Latex Goddess

(Working for the Latex Goddess

and Loving It)

by

Bartemius Cassangway

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1st 04-17-2017

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May 29th, 1965

Evedene Sanders was a cute young lady in her twenties with a peculiar job. She rarely spoke of it because it conjured unusual expressions, short mindedness, or downright rude attitudes towards her and her profession. This specific type of job might never gain acceptance in conversation at cocktail parties, even if one hundred years of being in business had passed. It had to exist after all, there was a need. The need may have originally been about medically safe practices but it blossomed with the times and the product was now available as a different incarnation than its original purpose. It was the idea that made it different, not the product. Acceptance was the key word here.

The decade of rock and roll and free thinking permeated everyday life in this ever evolving time. The 1960’s blossomed into teenagers taking over the world. They could work and attain money. It was disposal income. They only spent it on items that made them happy, like food, soda, cars gas, and music. You know where I’m going with this. But it also introduced the sexual revolution. It was fun and free. And when it came to young women, they didn’t want to just stay home anymore. They wanted to go further than just child rearing and caring for their husbands. There was a whole world out there to explore. Women wanted to work, earn money, and achieve what men had always attained, freedom to go and do whatever they wanted. Men were fearful of this idea because who would take care of them after all?

As a result the sexual revolution was spoken in hushed and excited tones among aging teenage girls. Parents didn’t want to hear such talk. In their eyes a child was always a child. To the growing girls it was a different story. They didn’t have to wait for a man to have fun anymore. Sex was thing for both sexes to seek out and enjoy. Why did a man have to be the one initiate to make it right? Girls just wanted to have fun. To glorify sex as a young woman without having to worry about pregnancy opened up whole new vistas of fun. Who needed love to have great sex? Who needed a boyfriend, fiancé, or husband? The skirts became shorter and the tops became tighter. Let the women advertise their goods. Sex was now on the market. Men were not in charge of how women were to grow within their own sexual lives anymore. Suddenly women could decide their own fate without fear of retribution.

Evedene was such a woman. She blossomed at just the right time during this revolution. She decided she was going to make her own path in life that didn’t include cleaning and cooking every day. The hell with what her mother thought of her ideas. She was going to go to school and learn something that was exciting. She was going to be a mechanical engineer. This was the sexual revolution after all and she could go and get any job she wished. Not all positions paid equally yet but at least women were standing up for themselves and going to work instead of staying home to clean and wait for their husbands to return after a hard day’s work with a dutiful dinner awaiting their approval. Deep down however, without shouting it to the world of course, she swore she would try and to be both kinds of women because she should at least to make her man happy. She did love him after all, and thus was the trap. Believing both sides could exist at the same time was like trying to convince herself that water and fire could be in the same container at the same time without destroying each other.

Whew, whenever she thought about how it was her right to work instead of staying home she got all huffy and sputtered long sentences in her mind about how women got to this point in history. As she recalled the path in achieving her dream job, it felt rather short. But this was also a story about a modern woman and her path of professional and sexual independence. The old idea of getting married to have wonderful sex with the man you Loved for the rest of your life was so old school now. After she was done with Joe he would beg her to give him the time of day. When she thought back to the beginning of how Joe and she connected, fell in love, and she was deceived by his false sense of romanticism, it was difficult reliving those moments in her mind with any sort of satisfaction.

In her story she wanted it to be known that did her best to try to be the dutiful wife, the perfect woman with the perfect life and a career, one to rival her husbands, or to exceed it. In this day and age a woman was equal to a man in all respects including sex. Or so she thought. When she relived the moments that got her here today, she was both proud and afraid of the outcome of the next thirty minutes. She peered up into the rear view mirror to check her how her hair was tied up proper