Glove Fetish恋物 — a strong sexual focus on one thing

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Puberty arrived in the shape of another lady called Elizabeth, a business acquaintance of my father. One day she came to spend the night at our house when I must have been around twelve. She arrived home with my father, a very attractive, theatrical lady probably in her mid fifties. I remember she was immaculately dressed and to my immense pleasure, wore long kid gloves that reached up above her elbows. I was transfixed just looking at her. I have always found it difficult to concentrate when confronted by a lady wearing leather gloves. That evening, my parents and Elizabeth had dinner together. We lived in a big house with the spare bedroom some way from the dining room.

To this day I remember the excitement of sneaking into the spare room where Elizabeth was staying. I was in my pyjamas. Much to my joy, there on the dressing table lay her beautiful long leather gloves. I picked them up trembling with excitement holding them with total reverence.

They were so beautifully soft and supple and had the fantastic distinctive smell of fine quality leather. With fear that someone might catch me, I lay on the floor touching and smelling the leather gloves and then started to instinctively play with myself. Soon I was feeling an intense pleasure that was beyond anything I had ever felt before. So I became a man at the hands of a beautiful pair of long leather gloves.