Glove Fetish恋物 — a strong sexual focus on one thing

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“They’re wonderful darling.” And without soliciting a response – “I love the fact that they are longer. They’ll keep my arms nice and warm”. Things were about to get expensive.

Next came an identical pair of gloves, but this time red coloured. She loved them, but for a reason that took me aback.

“They’re lovely darling. I just need the right outfit to go with them.”

And before I knew it, I was funding a search and buy mission for red coloured leather boots, coats, and hats.

One of my fantasies involved a friend of my mother. A lady called Janet. She was a big woman and she always wore leather gloves. She was a good friend of my mother and came round to our house quite often. I somehow always made an appearance when Janet turned up. I would try and get to the front door when she arrived and was soon offering to hang up her coat. She would often leave her gloves in her pocket. I remember the fear of being caught rummaging through her pockets feeling the wonderful gloves. Janet would be part of my fantasies all through my adolescence, especially after I reached puberty.