LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

Leather Glove Lover

I suppose like many others, the Internet has brought some relief to me knowing that I am not alone.   For many years, I had imagined that I alone had an overwhelming fascination with women wearing leather gloves.   Now I know that I am far from alone and that my fetish is shared by many others.

What triggered the fetish is not something I can say.   Maybe I was simply born this way.   But unlike many other events in my life which remain very blurred, the memories of encountering ladies wearing leather gloves are still strong.   When I was still quite young, a girl called Amanda lived next door to us.   She was four years older than me, but we were quite good friends.   When I was about ten, I remember being round her house with some of her girlfriends just after Christmas.   She was proudly showing her friends one of her Christmas presents - a classic pair of black leather gloves.   I still vividly remember her passing me the gloves and saying "Feel them - aren't they lovely and smooth".   Even at that early age, they had a power over me that I was too young to understand at the time.

And then something happened that just wouldn't happen these days.   Soon after this event, my brother and I were fighting in our garden when Amanda tried to stop us.   I told her it was none of her business (or words to that effect) and picked up some dirt from the ground and threw it at her.   She ran off home in tears.   Now clearly I hadn't thought of the consequences, because it wasn't long before her mother returned home and found her daughter with dirt in her eyes, thrown by yours truly.   By this time the fight with my brother had long finished and we had moved on to other things.   We were home by ourselves when their was a knock at the door.   Opening the door, I was confronted by a very angry woman who demanded to know whether it was I who had thrown dirt in her beloved daughter's eyes.   I don't remember exactly what I said, but whatever it was, I was accused, found guilty and sentenced in seconds.   Now this was in the sixties and women knew how to dress then.   Yep, Amanda's mum was wearing a long pair of black leather gloves and those leather clad hands were soon to be put to work.   I suddenly found myself being led by the ear towards a chair.   Next minute, my pants were dragged down and I was unceremoniously pulled over her lap and given a spanking.   And she never took her leather gloves off.   Well if I hadn't already been attracted to leather gloves by then, I'm sure I would have been.

Now that lady had no idea what effect she would have on me, but its not that surprising that I was soon having fantasies of being punished by a woman wearing leather gloves.  

Now that was the first and last time that I would received a genuine no nonsense punishment spanking from a woman, but I have fantasised about it ever since.   And 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.

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.

Women wearing leather gloves would be a constant theme of my sexual drive as I grew older and while many people might find this hard to understand, it seemed more than normal to me.    For what its worth, I do consider myself a very normal individual who's enjoyment of life is very similar to most people.   Give me a good meal, a good bottle of red wine, good companionship and I am a very content man indeed.

Perhaps having my adolescence in the sixties drove my passion for leather gloves.    I know I was a very big Avengers fan.

Now okay, some of the added fetishes I have picked up along the way are a little more out of the ordinary, although from what you read it seems that the majority of men fantasise about being spanked by a good looking woman.

I introduced all of my girl friends to my love of leather gloves and each took my fetish in different ways.   None I am glad to report were put off.

Now I am married having been together with my wife for nearly twenty years.   Over that time, she has collected a huge variety of gloves, naturally all leather and they come out to play very frequently.   I am indeed a lucky man.

The love of leather gloves will always be my core fetish, as strong today as its ever been.   So next time you're walking through your local department store checking out the ladies glove section, you're not alone.