Angela
Part Four - Angela talks about leather gloves
“So come on Angela. Tell me how this all came about.”
“Well from what I’ve seen Maggie, most guys have a submissive streak in them. I suspect it’s something to do with their mothers, although I don’t know that for a fact. Now a lot of women might find this a turn off at first. Let’s face it – man is supposedly the dominant of the sexes. But I don’t think so. Don’t get me wrong. I still love Peter to shag me senseless. It’s just that there’s much more pleasure to be had out there but it needs a man to be truly attentive to a woman’s desires. But if I want Peter to be attentive to me, then it’s only fair that I reciprocate – right?”
“With you so far” declared Maggie.
“So you need to be very open and honest with each other. I was open and honest with Peter, but it took longer for Peter to share his inner desires with me. Men are just so useless when it comes to letting out their feelings and desires. Eventually though it did all come out. And guess what, he manages to mumble to me that he’s always had a passion for leather. Given the situation, obviously I was being the good little listener that I am, but I almost burst out laughing at that point. As it is I just manage to say in a perfectly straight voice ‘No shit Sherlock. Name me a man who wouldn’t like to see Jennifer Lopez dressed head to toe in leather.’ Now I said this to show Peter that what he was confessing was nothing to be ashamed about. And let’s face it – it wasn’t a hard thing to say because it’s true. Then he became more specific. As you saw, the thing that drives Peter really crazy is leather gloves. ‘Okay. Fair enough’ I say. ‘If you love leather – which as I said – who doesn’t and you find the hand and arms are a sensuous part of the body, then leather gloves are going to be your thing.’ Well to be truthful, I hadn’t though about it before, but it made perfect sense to me and the following day I bought myself my first pair of leather gloves. That night I pulled them out. What a reaction. Peter almost had a seizure as he hadn’t expected me to react so quickly. He was more attentive to my desires that night than he had ever been before. And talk about big and hard. As it turned out, although the gloves did it for him that night I soon realised that I hadn’t really purchased what he wanted. The following day he had a gift for me. Blow me – another pair of gloves. I suppose I should have been cross, but I could see instantly where he was coming from. The pair I had bought were nothing like the new ones. Thick leather, lined with wool and quite large. The pair Peter had purchased were completely different. The leather was incredibly soft, supple and made of the thinnest leather. And they were longer than the pair I had bought. But most importantly, the gloves fitted like a second skin. It was actually quite hard to put them on. I loved them. I felt fantastic in them. And naturally it was obvious what Peter felt. I wore those gloves at any chance I could get. And soon I started to realise that Peter wasn’t alone in his love of the leather gloves. The number of surreptitious glances I was now getting was incredible. Being a bit of an exhibitionist, I loved to wear them in unordinary circumstances. I’d walk around the supermarket with a short sleeved blouse and my gloves. That always had and still does have a great reaction. Not unsurprisingly, my leather wardrobe grew over the following months and years. And the gloves. I must now have over fifty pairs.”
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