Evolution of a glove Fetishist turned into a solo Cross Dresser<\/p>\n
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A lot of fetishists doesn\u2019t really know when and where their fetish began, at least, it\u2019s what I understood by talking online with fellows glove fetishists like me over two decades.\u00a0 In my case, I know exactly when and where that passion started. In a hospital when I was around three years old.<\/p>\n
At that time, I have been hospitalized for over a month as my mom recalls me from time to time.\u00a0 Fifty and a bit more years later, I still have flashes and some kind of partial memories of nurses and doctors coming examining me everyday the whole time I was there.\u00a0 I remember the nurses in their gowns, wearing masks, hats and of course gloves touching me for possibly exam procedures.\u00a0 I also remember been fascinated with these apparels and the feel of the gloves on my skin.\u00a0 And the scent of those fantastic gloves! After that, I remember putting socks on my hands at home to simulate gloves in some kind of 3 years old child plays I was doing.<\/p>\n
A couple of years later, I don\u2019t know in wich context, one of my mom\u2019s aunt gave me a fabulous pair of short soft leather gloves. Those gloves were used, of course but this auntie really wanted to give them to me, I still don\u2019t know why. However, I imagine it\u2019s because when I had to be babysat by her for an entire night, she was giving me a bath wearing yellow rubber gloves and come to think of it, I really loved that and she noticed in some way.<\/p>\n
For me, those leather gloves were a huge treasure, a gift of immense value and now I know that she knew that giving me those gloves would give me some kind of real pleasure and she was right! I was hiding those precious gloves under my mattress and I was wearing them, alone in my bedroom, exploring some new play territories.\u00a0 I began to touch myself with those black leather gloves and as a young boy, I was discovering that this little thing in my pants may become bigger and harder for some unknown reason when I was irresitibly touching it with my gloved hands.\u00a0 That was the beggining of a brand new life adventure and I rapidly began aware of the pleasure that those marvelous gloves can provide.<\/p>\n
At 7 years old, we moved from the big city we were living in to my mother\u2019s small birth town.\u00a0 When I was going to visit my grand parents, I was always going to play in my grand father\u2019s office.\u00a0 There was golf trophies and golf related stuff everywhere.\u00a0 One day, I found a pair of white women driving gloves in one of the desk\u2019s drawers.\u00a0 I rushed to try them out and to my great astonishment, they were fitting perfectly on my hands! How soft they were and how good was the leather smell!\u00a0 This come to the attention of my grand mother and she told me that those gloves were practically brand new as she never wore them because she did not want to learn driving.\u00a0 Then, like the biggest surprise in my entire short life, she gave me the gloves!<\/p>\n
The two pairs that made up my collection were carefully stored under my matress so I could reach them out everytime I needed to play with them, caressing my entire body and then my genitals, feeling the pleasurable moments alone with myself.\u00a0 One night, as I was caressing my little testicles, I lingered, touching my penis a bit longer than usual and I began to stroke it gently.\u00a0 The feeling it gave me was indescribable, giving me chills and intense warmth at the same time until I felt an immense pleasure I had never felt before. And then, an explosion of pure joy sprayed a warm and viscous liquid onto my belly.\u00a0 In the minutes that followed this experience filled with disbelief, amazement and very great satisfaction, I understood many things about my body and life in general. I had just discovered that I was no longer a little boy, obviously, but I was also discovering the pleasures that masturbation could provide and I would become addicted to it, especially with my precious gloves.<\/p>\n
When I was around 12 or 13, there was a VHS tape that belonged to my father. He had always told me it was a documentary about moose hunting, quite boring for me! While looking for a cassette to record something, I discovered what was actually on that VHS tape. It wasn’t one, but three pornographic films! In addition to the benefits and fabulous sensations that masturbation provided, I immersed myself in a world of images showing raw sex that would help me become even more aroused. Even more exciting for me, in one of these films, some women were wearing satin and leather gloves and I noticed that these women were caressing men’s penises by even putting them in their mouths, which gave me even more crazy ideas! Every time I watched those films, I was drawn to the women’s lingerie and all the excitement of seeing them with their gloves, their stockings and their high heels.\u00a0 That was fun and I really enjoyed watching those movies by masturbating with my gloves as my parents were not at home.<\/p>\n
One night, as many other nights before, I felt the need to put on my leather gloves and give myself a superb masturbation session to let my gloved hands go once again towards dizzying sensations. In utter shock and despair, I realized that my two precious pairs of gloves had disappeared! I think my mother found the gloves while changing my bed sheets and threw them away. I never asked her what she did with my immeasurable treasure that gave me so much pleasure!<\/p>\n
I felt a great emptiness inside and was completely distraught. I would no longer be able to caress myself with my gloves, and I would no longer have those divine sensations they gave me. I couldn’t even think about going to buy some because I would have had to confess a good part of my secrets, and inevitably, my parents would tell me to give up this nonsense. So, I had to improvise with long thick and soft stockings found in my mother’s drawers to recapture the lost sensations, but it was never the same, much to my dismay.\u00a0 Anyways, I’ve always wondered if my mother noticed that her stockings had been stolen! During my adolescence, I never found gloves to enjoy myself and I eventually gave up until I met my first girlfriend that would become the mother of my kids.<\/p>\n
When you are a fetishist, you have to deal with that all your life, even if you try to hide it or try to get rid of it.\u00a0 It\u2019s always there and the pulsions remains intact even if you take a kind of break of it.\u00a0 It\u2019s a part of you whatever you want it or not. So, why not accept it, live it and enjoy it?<\/p>\n
For several years, I had to live with the fact that my passion for gloves would be compromised and buried for a while. I knew, however, that the day I left home, I would return to what had given me so much pleasure and excitement when I was younger, it was only a matter of time and deep willpower. When I met my first girlfriend, my passion for the gloves and the sensations that comes with were still there and I thought it would be a good decision to confess her that I loved the feel of gloves and that it excited me immensely, which I did. I also told her that I would never force her to wear gloves for me at any time, wich I also did during the sixteen years we spent together.<\/p>\n
She agreed to wear some from time to time, to my great satisfaction, but she was nowhere near as enthusiastic as I was about the gloves. We also agreed to buy and use long black satin gloves at specific times when we were feeling high or under the influence of either alcohol or marijuana.\u00a0 In those times and under those circumstances, my girlfriend wearing gloves was a kind of blessing for me. I could rediscover a certain joy that had once been lost, and I could relive those sensations in a different way, with a woman, and not alone.
\nTo be honest, even though we had gloved relations from time to time and it gave me some satisfaction, something was always missing and I felt like I wasn’t living my fetish the way I would have liked to, and some frustrations could sometimes arise.<\/p>\n
My fetish was growing stronger and stronger, and I needed more. I wanted to fully relive the spark that had ignited my passion for gloves and their incredible, pleasurable sensations.
\nOnce, I got some latex surgical gloves and suggested we try them, which we did a few months later. She absolutely hated them, telling me they were too synthetic, that it wasn’t normal to do that, and that it was too weird for her. She also mentioned that I was going crazy with this obsession with gloves and that she would never wear them again.<\/p>\n
In the facts, she was never attracted to sex, she didn’t like it more than necessary, but we had it a few times a year and we had children.\u00a0 A few years after the birth of the children, she always found excuses not to have sex and when we did have some, gloves were totally out of the question, which I understood since I had promised to never force her wearing gloves during our not so often lovemaking.<\/p>\n
And then, the internet came home in the early 2000\u2019s and what was bound to happen, happened. I discovered chat rooms, I took refuge in a digital world where anything was possible, and I chatted with foreign women who shared with me certain passions and less conventional sexual ideas.\u00a0 We separated a few years later, and although the breakup was painful, it allowed me to see my life more clearly and accept that I wasn’t solely to blame and that my passion for gloves wasn’t really the problem.<\/p>\n
Two years after the breakup, I met a gorgeous young woman ten years my junior. I felt valued again, and being able to sleep with someone younger rekindled my passion for gloves. I confessed having a fetish for gloves, and she found it extraordinary that we had such a conversation and that I confided such an important and exciting secret to her.
\nShe told me that she would fully embrace my passion for gloves and that she would wear them for me as often as I wanted, but that this passion should not become a handicap in bed if there were no gloves involved once in a while, wich was totally perfect for me!\u00a0 Anyways, she almost wore gloves everytime we fucked, except in the shower or when a quickie happened suddenly.<\/p>\n
We spent roughly three years together, three intense years in every sense of the word, both physically and psychologically.\u00a0 Sexually speaking, it was exhilarating and full of discoveries. I was able to indulge my passion for gloves by trying several types, from latex to satin to nitrile. I even discovered some erogenous zones I hadn’t yet explored, and having a gloved finger inside me for one of the first times in my life drove me absolutely wild, I loved it so much and she was happy for me. Once, we filmed ourselves during an intense sex session, she was wearing black nitrile gloves and black stockings. She was so excited by the camera that she masturbated for me, much to my delight!\u00a0 My passion for gloves had truly returned, I knew I could finally indulge in this fetish and perhaps go even further.<\/p>\n
Psychologically speaking, it was a bit more difficult. Since we were ten years apart in age, and she didn’t have children but wanted some, life as a couple was a bit more complicated under those circumstances. We weren’t on the same level at all, she came from the big city, and living with me in the countryside was a bit harder for her. We eventually ended our relationship and she went back to live in the city. I cherish the memory of that intense relationship which rekindled the spark that had ignited my passion for gloves and which made me fully accept who I was inside and never let that passion fade again.<\/p>\n
My mother always told me, nothing happens for no reason, and she’s absolutely right. By ending my relationship with this fiery young woman, I was unknowingly opening a door that would lead me to an incredible world that would allow me to fully live out my fetish and discover things I would never have dared to think or fantasize about.<\/p>\n
I was fully prepared to live alone for quite some time without seeking to meet anyone. I had the children every other week, so time was not missing to be with myself the week they were with their mother. I made the decision to continue solo what had been started with my voluptuous girlfriend, that is to say, to enjoy myself with what really pleased me while exploring various avenues to fully enjoy my fetish.<\/p>\n
I searched for other glove fetishists online and found some interesting sites and forums on the subject. I was already a fan of pornography featuring women wearing gloves, and I even set up my own website, which was a kind of database of all the porn actresses who had worn gloves in a scene or film. I liked computer graphics, I was good at it, and I combined business with pleasure by having masturbation sessions with various types of gloves while watching niche porn that gave me what my fantasies and passion for gloves could bring me.
\nLife was alright, I tried not to get too bored when I was alone and my fetish helped me to bear this solitude with a little more enthusiasm and pleasure.<\/p>\n
One day in 2009, a friend of mine informed me that he was separating from his wife, whom I barely knew, having only interacted with her a few times. Later we finally met at a party with mutual friends and after chatting for a good part of the evening, we became friends. Afterwards, we chatted either by messaging or on the phone, talking about anything and everything. We’d go for a drink from time to time without really having any expectations. She had recently separated, and I had been a confirmed bachelor for two years. One evening, after a night of drinking at a bar and a quick bite at a restaurant, we kissed without really understanding what was happening. We said goodnight and went home, each trying to figure out what had just happened.<\/p>\n
Without realizing it, without wanting to, fate brought us together for a great and wonderful adventure. The next morning she invited me to dinner and maybe to spend the night at her place, which is what eventually happened. But, to her great disappointment, nothing had happened between us! \u00a0We met again the following evening and we fucked like animals for a good part of the night. The die was cast. In the following days, we saw each other again and made love every day, and our conversations became increasingly intimate and profound. The topic of sex came up and she started talking to me about pleasure through pain, BDSM, and fetishism. What an excellent opportunity to confess what I am! She smiled with mischievous eyes when I confessed being a glove fetishist, telling me that it was getting interesting and that we should spice up our relationship by starting with that!<\/p>\n
From that moment on, she wore gloves during most of our sexual encounters just to please me, but I suspected that she enjoyed it too. She loved seeing me moaning with ecstasy as she gently tortured me with caresses from her gloved hands, then stopped completely only to begin this sweet torture again with even greater intensity. She would sometimes leave her house in the middle of the night, completely naked under a fur coat, wearing satin gloves on her shoulders and high heels to surprise me, waking me up with her gloved caresses and sitting on my erect penis, wet with pleasure.<\/p>\n
A few weeks after we met, we started splitting our time between her place and mine. We had my children and hers every other week, and the weeks we were alone, we took full advantage of the opportunity to indulge in sex at any hour of the day or night, sometimes even several times a day. And each time, gloves were part of the equation, much to my delight. She could surprise me at any moment with a fantastic blowjob, caressing my testicles until I ejaculated in her mouth and she swallowed every drop, giving me an explosive orgasm!<\/p>\n
I’ve always been passionate about eating and licking a clitoris, inserting my tongue into a pussy wet with pleasure. Every time I performed cunnilingus on her, she would always grab my shaved head forcefully with her gloved hands so I could eat it even more derogatorily and make her orgasm as intensely as possible by inserting my fingers inside her to make her reach climax. I liked being dominated that way and she liked it as well.<\/p>\n
Sometimes, I would eat her so greedily, plunging my fingers inside her, reaching her G-spot, then her A-spot, that she would end up squirting forcefully, wetting my face with all that hot fluid that gushed out furiously. She had never squirted before and each time, she found it intense and wonderful, which made me incredibly happy.<\/p>\n
It was with her that I trully discovered anal pleasure. Once she asked me if I’d ever had anal sex and if I’d liked it. I replied that I’d had a finger in my ass before, but I hadn’t found it that intense. It was pleasant, but nothing more. She smiled with her mischievous, teasing eyes, and I knew that sooner or later I would have an experience I wouldn’t soon forget.<\/p>\n
The first time she acted, she surprised me after my shower. She had put on white surgical gloves and was waiting for me lying on the bed, caressing her breasts, slipping a gloved hand into her panties and happily masturbating while licking her fingers and looking at me with a very naughty expression. I wanted to join her with my hard, already aroused member, but she gestured for me to stay there, standing and watching her pleasure herself. She took off her panties and rubbed her clitoris more vigorously, moaning with pleasure. She finally inserted two fingers into her wet pussy, moaning even louder while looking at me mischievously. Turning over, face down on the bed, she licked one, then two fingers, and gently inserted them into her ass while continuing to work her fingers into her pussy, screaming even more intensely and not faking it at all!\u00a0 I had never seen such a fantastic spectacle, I was extremely excited and couldn’t believe my eyes! Seeing her scream with pleasure without me being able to touch her gave me cold sweats and I was ready to explode at any moment!<\/p>\n
And suddenly, she gestured to me with her index finger and sensually licked her lips. She wanted me to join her, and I felt I was about to experience a moment of pure ecstasy. She started by licking my anus while caressing my balls and penis with her wet gloved hands.
\nI was shivering with desire and ultimate pleasure and I knew that this was only the beginning. She caressed me, she rubbed against me, she continued to rub her wet pussy while licking my butthole and inserting her tongue into it which trembled intensely. After some incredible moments of intense anal joy, she took some lubricant and inserted a finger into my aroused anus, making in-and-out movements, withdrawing her finger to tease my anus, and then inserting it again to send shivers down my spine. She inserted another finger and began stimulating my prostate, which she did for several minutes without touching my fully erect penis. Then, she started licking my glans, I was in a trance, expecting to come any minute. Suddenly, she took my cock deep into her mouth and even deeper down her throat, and began sucking it furiously until I exploded all my hot sperm deep inside her mouth. She swallowed every last drop of the liquid while continuing to pound my ass with her gloved fingers, all this while I came like I’d never come before. This is how I was introduced to the intensity of a prostatic orgasm for the first time, and from then on, I was astonished and incredibly surprised by the sensations I could feel. That was one of the best things I\u2019ve had experience in my entire life, and I still remeber it perfectly!<\/p>\n
My beautiful redhead is a nurse. She therefore has access to gloves I never would have thought to try, like sterile, latex-free gloves or skin-soft nitrile gloves. We tried those sensational gloves countless of times together and I must admit that my fetish has been extraordinarily satisfied ever since! Every now and then, we would go to a sex shop to find interesting toys like dildos for anal sex or anal beads. We regularly bought latex gloves of unparalleled softness in a variety of colors. She wore stockings and lingerie to excite me even more, we discovered several gloves made of different materials, and she gave me a lot of handjobs with rubber gloves. We bathe together from time to time as she wears surgical gloves to wash every inch of my body, lingering her soap-filled gloved hands on my cock and balls, eventually sitting on my hard member and moaning with pure pleasure until we both come and we often give each other sensual oil massages by candlelight, massages that always end with incredible and almost animalistic lovemaking, always using various gloves to spice things up!<\/p>\n
My dear love likes to fuck with me and she tells me every time.\u00a0 She loves to grab my throat with her gloved hand while she writhes furiously on my cock, giving me the feeling that she’s dominating me, and to be honest, I love it so much! She likes it when I slap her buttocks while forcefully penetrating her from behind, she particularly likes it when I fuck her hard and my cock hits all the way in, she moans with ecstasy and asks for more and more. Yes, she loves it when it’s rough, and on one hand, I have to admit that I like it when it’s rough and I like her dominating me. My little redhead has shown me all the colors of the rainbow and given me indescribable sensations over the now almost 17 years together.<\/p>\n
A few years ago, I started wearing long PVC stockings with garters on my thighs during some of our sex games. She accepts it if it pleases me, but she’s not really attracted to me wearing that kind of fetish clothing. She knows I masturbate when she’s at work and I’m home alone and she also knows I use toys and wear certain pieces of lingerie to spice up my solo sex life. Two years ago, she even bought me a full latex catsuit so I could explore that area further but we’ve never tried it on together.<\/p>\n
From day one I knew that my beautiful redhead was sick and that some days would be less good than others. For the past three years, she has had difficulty enduring physical pain, it has become increasingly unbearable for her, which means we have had virtually no intimacy for the past four years and none at all for the past two.<\/p>\n
I am in love with my little redheaded girl, but I have intense sexual needs and I’m at my peak at my age. I’m very often aroused and I need to find a way to release all this sexual tension that’s just waiting to surface. I absolutely don’t want to cheat on her and it\u2019s totally out of the question. That’s why, since 2024, I’ve decided to play solo while waiting for things to return to something like they were before, if they ever do. I play solo to fully indulge my fantasies and my main fetish, gloves, but also other fetishes that have developed over the past few years, revealing another side of my personality.<\/p>\n
Playing solo. For me, it’s a bit like taking a big trip down memory lane to when I was young and discovering my body with that ultimate passion for gloves. I have always loved pornography, particularly the kind in which women wear gloves, lingerie, high heels and are incredibly attractive. I now remember where this attraction to women in gloves, lingerie, thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels came from. From that famous pornographic film I found on my father’s VHS tape that gave me so many good times as a young boy!<\/p>\n
Gloves are still a part of me, I love seeing women wear them, I love wearing them, I love the caress they provide. I love the look, I love the scent, I love the sensation they create, a sensation that has always been within me since my earliest childhood.\u00a0 Gloves will always be a part of me and I live with that fact everyday since I can remember. There is no valid reason to get rid of that passion and I swear I will live it until I die.<\/p>\n
I’ve always known, without wanting to admit it to myself, that I loved women’s lingerie. I mean, yes, seeing women in lingerie attracts me enormously, I find it very sensual and disarmingly beautiful, but I’ve never admitted that I’d like to wear it myself and that wearing women’s lingerie would excite me to the highest degree.<\/p>\n
I started incorporating stockings with my usual gloves during my solo sex games around 2020. My wife knows about it and doesn’t really make a big deal out of it. As long as I don’t stray, I think she’s fine with it.\u00a0 I only masturbate when my wife is at work and I am alone at home and I must say that I get off more often than not, I really like these little solo pleasures, it makes me feel good and I feel like I am reconnecting with myself.<\/p>\n
I’ve sometimes had the idea of \u200b\u200badding a little spice to my masturbation ritual. A few times, I’ve put on one of my wife’s nightgowns, then her high-heeled ankle boots, just to see what it would be like. I don’t know how to explain it, but I felt both very excited and very ashamed for having tried it, I felt dirty and ridiculous. But at the same time, a little voice inside me was saying, “You like it, admit it!”<\/p>\n
I finally gave up the nightgown and ankle boots, but I always kept the stockings with my precious gloves, which bring me intense joy. So intense, in fact, that little by little, I acquired gloves of different materials, lengths, and colors. My wife surprised me several times when these gloves were delivered, but once again, she never made a fuss. But the idea of \u200b\u200bwearing more than just stockings and gloves was still in my mind, and I started shopping for certain items without actually buying them. Just to see.<\/p>\n
I started with long PVC stockings, then long PVC gloves to go with them, then PVC panties with a completely open back and a zipper in the front. I tried this outfit with my wife during one of our sex sessions, she was okay with it, we had a lot of fun, but we didn’t get the chance to do it again. However, I tried it alone a few times and loved it. I got myself a full latex mask, which my wife eventually found without really making a big deal about her find, and as the latex mask was a little too stiff for my head, I finally got a full spandex mask that I found more comfortable. From then on, my masturbation sessions always took place with the mask, gloves, and stockings.<\/p>\n
Sometime in 2024, I tried something quite unusual for a wonderful self-love session. I say unusual because it was unusual for me, and I never would have thought I’d enjoy it so much that I’d want to do it again! I had a Sony camcorder that had been lying around for several years, which I had used, among other things, to record our group practice sessions and some shows to correct certain mistakes on stage. So, why not use this camera to experiment by filming myself masturbating? The result was still interesting from an image perspective, but the experience had greatly aroused me! Knowing that a camera was filming me in the act made me both nervous and incredibly excited! At first, I wanted to delete the camera’s contents, but in the end, seeing myself masturbate had ignited a whole new spark within me. I kept the video and tried again the next day, this time with my phone.<\/p>\n
I had already started to get more gloves, so I thought, “Why not?” I filmed myself a second time wearing my black spandex mask, black nylon stockings, and long white latex gloves that I had just received. I was so excited that my session lasted about four minutes. I didn’t even have time to touch myself before I came instantly without actually climaxing. After watching the video, I saw that the image was better but that my framing was absolutely terrible.<\/p>\n
I remembered I had a tablet that wasn’t being used much and was just gathering dust in a drawer. This tablet became a learning tool, and many videos were shot with it, combining footage from my phone and the famous Sony camcorder. From that moment on, a new passion was born: I was going to learn the ins and outs of filmmaking while combining business with pleasure!<\/p>\n
To be able to film myself and offer interesting content, I needed to acquire a few more pieces to enhance my outfit during my sessions. I started with white nylon stockings, garters, and a silver spandex mask. I also needed to find surgical gloves to enjoy my sessions and re-explore the art of playing with my ass and being able to feel alone what my wife had made me feel many times.<\/p>\n
This was more difficult. I got an anal vibrator to experience certain sensations and to quickly recapture that extraordinary pleasure my other half had given me. The vibrator gave me pleasant sensations, but I was nowhere near the mind-blowing orgasms I’d had with my beautiful redhead. So I started reading about prostate orgasms, reading reviews of various toys to finally make my choice. When I received the NJoy Pure Wand, I found it big, very big and almost intimidating. My first experiences weren’t very successful, I used the smallest end, and being inexperienced, I used it in a way that didn’t really suit me. I started shopping for lingerie again, this time buying some pieces in PVC and Latex. I was slowly discovering the mechanics of video and sometimes I gave my magic wand a try, just to try and tame it.<\/p>\n
At some point, I started to think that satin lingerie appealed to me more than latex, it was less hot and easier to put on and take off. I bought myself a black satin nightgown to go with my black nylon stockings and black satin gloves. Then, I continued shopping for more lingerie, sexy PVC dresses, more masks, more stockings, and finally, high heels. Then, one fine day in 2025, I bought a new camera. A small, inexpensive action camera with which I could explore the art of filmmaking more deeply. I also got one or two tripods, but I was missing one essential element to allow me to make better videos. I bought another camera, same model as the first one and bought some vlogging lightning to increase the image quality. During that same time, I continued buying lingerie, some pieces fit well, others were either too small or too big. I kept buying gloves and stockings, masks, and certain lingerie items like satin panties. All of this was done in secret from my wonderful wife. I got some large sports bags to store my lingerie in my office closet, where my guitar cases are kept.<\/p>\n
My sessions were becoming increasingly intense, and to achieve a high level of pleasure and arousal, I started taking THC oil, which made me much more relaxed and in tune with my body and desires. I finally figured out how to use my magic metal wand, and let me tell you, prostate orgasms have returned thanks to this infernal beast! Since then, I’ve bought two more cameras, professional lighting, and multiple tripods and adapters to perfect my angles and framing. I think I’ve become good enough to share some of my techniques with people who have the same kinds of secrets as me.<\/p>\n
Now here I am on Fetlife doing what Kinksters do in part: Trying to find other open minds who, like me, have a relatively high degree of passion and excitement and are not afraid to secretly show off from their normal lives. I realized that seeing photos and videos of women wearing gloves has long aroused me, but now I’m finding that trans women and crossdressers also excite me, and I’m possibly curious to try sucking a cock and being fucked deeply. I’ve gone from a simple fetish for gloves to dressing in women’s lingerie to wondering if I’d want to put a penis in my mouth and my ass. Maybe someday? What do you think about this?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Evolution of a glove Fetishist turned into a solo Cross Dresser A lot of fetishists doesn\u2019t really know when and where their fetish began, at least, it\u2019s what I understood by talking online with fellows glove fetishists like me over two decades.\u00a0 In my case, I know exactly when and where that passion started. In … Continue reading My Story<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-116","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_hostinger_reach_plugin_has_subscription_block":false,"_hostinger_reach_plugin_is_elementor":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/glovemania.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/116","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/glovemania.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/glovemania.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/glovemania.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/glovemania.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=116"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/glovemania.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/116\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":120,"href":"https:\/\/glovemania.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/116\/revisions\/120"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/glovemania.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=116"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}