PROJECT L: PART 130
Stream Above Helsinki Skyline
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Occasionally we host little latex streams. They’re just live streams where we have fun and chat with the audience while wearing latex, with sometimes the audience squeezing into latex as well while watching us. There’s quite a few recordings available on our YouTube channel.
This time we dragged the stream away from our stable and moved it to above the skylines of Helsinki, to a little hotel r—corner office.
You can watch the full stream down below (and you probably should), but here’s the whole story…
(dramatic pause)
Behind The Stream.
(cue dramatic cinematic sound effect)
A long week of work had come to its end, and Friday was at its peak; the sweet, savory moment when you had dusted all of the day’s dusts off your shoulders, hopped into more suitable outfit for the evening and were just about to crack open the first cold one.
Hiss.
Pop.
The first cold one was cracked.
Unlucky for Leila, she chose a drink that represented the guts of a squeezed-out Smurf. A blue drink that tasted of children’s toothpaste.
Bunny had cracked open an ice tea. A nice ice tea. Very nice.
Mine was a cold beer with the face of a marshal, count Johan August Sandels.
The stream was about to start—a little late, as usual, as Leila was still squeezing herself into a latex catsuit.
Wearing matching outfits, Bunny and Leila were truly a sight to behold—translucent smoky black neck-entry catsuits just have… something. Something very special in them. They almost make you look naked, but then again not.
In hindsight, putting black kinetic tape over the nipples was a bad choice; it made them just pop out more. We should’ve either gone with the classic Xs to enhance the illusion that “there’s nothing here”, or just left the tapes out completely.
You can’t even see the nipples properly as the seams cover the strategic areas quite well.
I went with my trusty black catsuit, for I do not own a translucent smoky black catsuit.
Although I would love to own one. It’d be nice.
Bunny presented her latex legs—bunnycat thing socks for the stream, while I kept my focus on reading the chat, not realizing that there was a latex le—bunnycat thing sock next to me to admire.
We had taken a little risk with our tech, not having a dedicated streaming computer and a camera set up. Instead, we had chosen to stream in a way more agile way—with a mobile phone on a tripod!
The quality was not just as good (full HD instead of 4K), but having the mobility the move the phone around really aided in creating more engaging content, I feel.
Leila had changed her drink from her fermented squeezed smurf juice to a Prosecco. A lovely choice. Much less smurfy. Less toothpaste-y. More alcohol-y.
Those are probably words. Words that mean things.
As the sun was setting, it cast a beautiful light over our hotel room—especially all the shiny, smoky black latex-covered surfaces it reached.
You may observe such surfaces now, if you please.
We moved our shiny butts to the western side of our hote—corner office to admire the sunset even better. It was a lovely sunset, after all, and the skyline of Helsinki, and a bit further away, Espoo, was absolutely wonderful to look at.
Having our mobile streaming solution—also known as a mobile phone—with us, we continued our silly latex stream with some occasional and more portable views of the sunset as well as some latex views. These all views can be seen from the stream, and they probably include latex butts.
Then Leila and Bunny found the curtains, adding even more joy to their existence.
Very aesthetic. Very nice.
Trying to find the balance in between blatant latex butt shots and aesthetic art focused around a beautiful sunset with lovely figurines was quite a challenge.
On other hand, I reason myself being an artist, creating a project where latex is presented in an everyday way…
But then, on the other hand, butt.
It’s a fine line between madness and genius, one could say, but I would never in my right mind call myself a genius.
As the sun set, the room lost its beautiful natural light. We were left hanging with the room’s not-so-beautiful artificial lights.
The stream, however, continued. We also felt a bit peckish, so we headed to buy some burgers from downstairs.
Not wanting to attract too much attention, I didn’t grab my big camera.
It was in vain, however, as people’s heads turned to three people wearing latex, trying to operate a self-service kiosk of a local Hesbuger.
This all can be seen in the stream, by the way.
The focus turned again into Bunny’s cat-bunny-thing socks, and the girls even managed to squeeze on some latex gloves as well after reaching tip goal on the stream.
The hour was getting late, though. We squeezed the last energy out of our bodies to host the stream, but had to succumb into the deep need for slumber.
The clock wasn’t even midnight. We’re just getting old.
While Bunny was squeezing herself out of her suit, I snapped some moody and cinematic-y (that’s totally a word) photos of the hotel room with Helsinki’s skyline looming on the background.
By the way—how many songs sing about “city lights”? Thousands? Tens of thousands?
What is it about city lights that inspire such a demand for songs?
We were tired. Tired, but happy. And we smelled of silicone lube and balloons. As one always does after an evening in latex.
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Latex used in the project
Translucent smoky black made-to-measure catsuits by Fantastic Rubber
