Let’s ride latex clouds! They can exist in your dream — so soft and curvy, so beckoning to me to touch it... I’m covered with shiny golden suite with a deep cleavage — you imagined this uniform for me and I love it so much. I slowly bend the clear latex of a giant balloon under me watching smaller loons bouncing in it... it becomes more and more pleasant with every second. Why can’t we do it forever? Maybe because it’s too good to be real?