My Name is Rachel. I am currently 24 years old, I live in California, I work as a secretary, and I have a glove fetish (including leather gloves).

My glove fetish has become a big part of my life. I wear gloves almost all the time. When I’m out in the street, I wear gloves. When I’m working, I’m wearing gloves (I’ve become a prolific glove typer – I even wrote this story wearing 8-button length black leather gloves). When I’m hanging around the house, watching TV, reading a book, listening to music, plotting world domination, my hands always have a pair of gloves over them. I wear gloves when I’m go to sleep. Hell, I even wear gloves while I eat (though careful not to get them dirty). And to top it all off, I even wear gloves while in the shower! I have several pairs of latex gloves which I simply pull over the gloves I’m wearing, and return from the shower with my cuffs bone dry. Sometimes I’ll wear them all day and night, or even go a couple days without taking my gloves off. Sometimes I wear more than one pair at a time (occasionally going for a layer of 3 pairs on each hand!) I love gloves.

Now most of these things would be considered a simple fixation rather than a fetish, but that’s not all. Gloves have become an important part of my sex life as well. I’m not usually one to go into details about my sex life, but perhaps this story could help another girl discover her glove fetish just as I did a few years ago. I can’t get very sexually excited unless I’m wear a pair of gloves. There is nothing more sensual than lying down in bed naked minus the gloves (and maybe some boots) and playing with myself, or have someone else play me.

I get excited anytime I see another girl wearing gloves (yes, I am a lesbian). And anytime I’m with another girl and she’s wearing gloves, I get so wet, you can’t believe it.

I currently own about 32 pairs of gloves (not including latex gloves). This includes several pairs of satin, cotton, cashmere, and leather gloves. The sizes range from wrist length to opera gloves, to the shoulder. They come in many colors: white, black, grey, red, blue, green, and purple.

Let me backtrack to how this glove fetish came to be:
My earliest memory is as a little girl with these short white satin gloves my parents gave to me. I still wear short satin gloves a lot, more frequently than leather gloves during the hot summers. Up until then I had only worn gloves during winters in the snow. I vaguely remember wearing them for Halloween for a princess costume or something. However, I really started wearing them when I was in Cotillion. My parents wanted me to be in all the proper-posh cultured things hoping I would become a proper lady (Didn’t work!) But I loved getting dressed up. With a very conservative posh outfit: a long white dress, shoes with pears on them, my hair made up, I liked the gloves the best. For some reason, I always felt like I was an adult wearing those gloves. They felt soft and comfortable and my hands looked so pretty. It felt easier to dance and shake the boys’ hands without catching their cooties (I was 8 years old, what do you expect?)

I started wearing the gloves outside of Cotillion. A couple times I snuck them to school and wore them, but the teachers always told me to take them off. My parents bought me some more gloves to wear during the cold, mostly cotton or knitted gloves, but I always insisted on a tight fit. During middle school, in the winter, it would get really cold. I remember going into typing class and my fingers being frozen solid. So I started wearing gloves while I was in class learning to type and eventually became an accomplished glove typist.

By the time I got into high school, I just started wearing gloves a lot during the winter. One Winter I was outside wearing black cotton gloves and I came across a lady in a long coat. She was wearing leather gloves. She pulled her arm to reveal the gloves to be longer than your average wrist length cotton gloves. A spark lit off in my mind. I wanted those gloves badly. During my high school years, I was getting into fashion and liked different stuff, and gloves sure were different. I already had a few pairs of satin, cotton, and knitted gloves, but I wanted some leather gloves. Eventually my parents bought me a pair of wrist-length black leather gloves. I loved them! I wore them all winter and occasionally brought them out for the Spring. On really cold days, I would wear the leather gloves OVER my satin gloves.

I loved the leather gloves, but I still wanted more. I kept thinking about the gloves that ones woman wore and I got into opera gloves, so my parents bought me a pair of long white satin opera gloves. I loved those so much. Anytime I went to a party, I had to wear them. I’d even wear them to school with different outfits. Not just dresses, sometimes with simple jeans and t-shirt. It was around this time people started thinking I was weird, but some of my friends thought it was cute and would often ask to try my gloves on. Sometimes I would take my gloves off during class, place them on the desk, and one of my friends would “imitate” me by putting my gloves on; not really much of an imitation aside from the gloves (let’s just say I hope none of them get careers as comedians…)

Then one Christmas, Santa gave me a great gift. It was a beautiful pair of opera-length leather gloves matched with a great pair of long leather boots. I carefully pulled the gloves over my hands one by one. WOW! A feeling of great power surged from my fingers. I felt more like a woman than I had ever felt before. I felt sophisticated, stylish, and sexy! I wore them all day, but took the gloves off to eat.

As school was back in session, I started wearing them a lot in school, but still alternated between them and my satin gloves. I always felt classy or sophisticated wearing them. That’s when people really started bothering me about the way I would dress. I got labeled as a “Goth girl” even though I really wasn’t, although I could be in one of the moods when I wanted to be naughty… I ignored it and my friends were supportive of my fashion choices.

I remember one day, I came back from school with my gloves on, and kept them on for a while. With all the stress from school, I needed to ease my tension. With my left gloved hand, I reached into my panties and felt around for my pussy. I placed the leather finger over my clitoris, and felt I feeling I had never felt before. Getting wet from all the excitement, I threw my shoes, pants, shirt, and bra off until I was wearing nothing but my socks and the black opera-length leather gloves. With my left gloved hand pleasuring me like I had never been pleasured before (and being only 18, I hadn’t discovered too much pleasure) while I squeezed my boobs with my right gloved hand. I moaned in enjoyment and when I came, I knew these gloves were more than just a covering for the hand. The only downside was that the glove got a little dirty. A secretive trip to the dry cleaners fixed that problem and my parents never knew about it. I refrained from doing it too often, but everytime I did, It really felt right.

I wore gloves at every school dance, knowing full well I was just wearing them for fun. However, at prom, I was one of the only girls wearing gloves. It was me, one of my friends, and maybe a couple of others, but the rest of the dance was bare handed.

The summer after graduation, I didn’t wear gloves that much due to the heat. Sometimes I would wear my short white gloves, but apart from that, not much. Then I went to college, and I started changing a bit. I wanted to pursue fashion, but I got burnt out over it after a while and just settled over an English BA. But while I was there, my glove wearing got more frequent and I was curious about my love for gloves in the fashion sense. So I started researching it on the internet. I came across several websites including LadiesinLeathergloves.com and Operagloves.com.

I started getting familiar with the term “glove fetish.” It intrigued me. Here I was looking for a site that would guide me into the world of gloves as a fashion accessory, and I found men going ga-ga over looking at pictures of gloved women. More importantly, I realized I wasn’t alone. I have to honestly say, I got a little turned on myself looking at those pictures of beautiful women wearing gloves. At the time, I was still strait, or bi, but I had experimented with lesbianism in high school. There was something drawing me closer to women. Women look incredible wearing gloves in a way men with their bulky leather gloves simply can’t.

As I started to wear them a little more for “private use,” I was feeling bold and decided to experiment and wear them while having sex:
I went out with this one guy who took me out to a nice dinner and back to his place for some fun. I was dressed pretty nice for the occasion, and of course I was wearing my white satin gloves. I took them off for dinner, but wore them pretty much the whole time. When we got to his house, we watched some TV, I had taken my gloves off by then. Soon after we started talking, we talked about getting closer, and so we did. He started making out with me, until I suddenly remembered this whole glove thing. So I told him to hold on as I put my gloves back on.

He asked me why I did this and I told him I wanted to try just keep the gloves on. So I did keep them on. We moved towards his bed and he started to undress me. I asked him what he thought of the gloves with only my bra on top, and he said it looked sexy, but he wanted them off. So he unhooked my bra revealing my breasts and started to take my gloves off, until I told him I was going to keep them on and I would take them off later, I just wanted to try this. So I started to feel him up bare-chested and he started feeling me up.

Then he took off my pants and underwear and put his finger into my pussy… too bad they can never figure out just what to do down there… I took his pants off and gave him a hand-job. The gloves actually felt amazing while I was doing this, and I was getting wet just wearing them. So then we kept going for a while, and we fucked eachothers’ brains out. After it was over and he went out to the bathroom to do away with the condom, I started to take my gloves off, and when he came back, we did some more stuff un-gloved.

I have to say that it was better than I thought it would be and it did feel kinda sexy especially during the hand-job, but it didn’t feel totally amazing. For some reason, I still preferred having sex with my bare hands.

While I lived on a glove-less campus, my internet life had a lot of gloves. I joined a message board on Opreagloves.com meeting all sorts of glove fetishists, from nice, to strange, to just… really freaking weird! However, as I learned more about gloves, I wore them more frequently. This was almost like another class…

I had several roommates over the years of college. Each one of them had questions about my incessant glove wearing. One of my roommates thought it was really stupid. One day we got in a argument about it, and our friendship was never the same. But another roommate I had thought my gloves were cute and would frequently wear them with me, usually using my gloves instead. We started to get closer, another one of my experimental things, and we decided one day to flat out have sex.

We started making out. I was wearing my long black leather gloves at the time. We pulled eachothers’ tops off and I rubbed my leather hands all over her body. Just then, I hatched an idea.
I said to her: “Sarah, would you put some gloves on while we do this?”
She looked at me strange for a moment, “You want me to wear gloves?” I nodded my head. She thought about it for a second. Perplexed and not in the mood to argue, she said, “Which gloves do you want me to wear?” I offered her my opera-length satin gloves. She looked at them for a second, but then pulled them over her lean arms, “I feel like a surgeon” she jokingly said as she snapped the cuffs on.
She grabbed my boobs with her satin hands. They felt so soft and I started to get wet. As we continued to make out, we pulled eachothers’ pants down. I spread my legs apart. She reached for a dildo, but I called back to her, “Wait, just use your hands.”
She looked at her hands, “But… with the gloves?”
“Yes please!” I shouted. Without hesitation, she tickled my clitoris. The pleasure I felt from her satin hands on my pussy was overwhelming. I had never been so wet in my life, up to that point. I wasn’t sure if it was the sun, but it was getting really hot. So I climbed onto her and placed my leather fingers over her flesh. “How does this feel?” I asked.
“Very nice,” she said.
“What about the gloves” I asked.
“They feel good,” she said, but I could tell she wasn’t too into them. As we continued, she eventually took the gloves off. But that handjob was better than anything I had ever experienced.

We never really did anything after that. I was still trying to convince myself I was strait. However, the glove story was different. It seemed so strange because I always just thought of my gloves as some nice little quirk I had, but I discovered that I was in fact a total glove fetishist. I started to realize it as I had been wearing gloves all the time even during the summer when the days are getting hotter. No matter how uncomfortable it might be, I wouldn't take my gloves off. Something inside of me just didn't want them off. And I hadn't just been wearing my short white ones, but my long leather ones for casual walks outside or around the house. I’d been wearing gloves while I sleept. I even ate with gloves on and showering with them! It's strange, but I just like wearing them.

But what really made me realize that I am a 100% fetishist was a night when I was with this one guy:
I got a call from a very good friend of mine asking me to go out for a date... yes it was a date, I knew what it was. So I dressed up for the occasion wearing my red/black dress with black boots and these new opera-length red leather gloves included. You really needed to see it to understand. I remember feeling really good wearing those gloves and boots. He came to pick me up astonished by my dress since he was dressed somewhat casual (although somewhat formal at the same time). We went to an Italian Restaurant first. As I was about to take my gloves off, I stopped myself not wanting to do it. So I just ate the ravioli with my gloves on. He asked me if I was going to take my gloves off and I said I wanted to keep them on. He looked at me as if to say "That's weird," but was cool about it. He then proceeded to talk about my gloves. He knew I was big on wearing them, but wondered why I would do something like keep them on during dinner. It was an interesting discussion, but I was starting to think, maybe these gloves are a lot more than just an interest.

So after dinner we watched a movie at his house, or I should say did not watch it because ten minutes into it, we started making out and went to his bed. I started to undress taking my dress off first, he then took off his shirt, shoes, and pants. We made out and he started to take my top off and slowly pulled my thong off. I then proceeded to take his boxers off. I was still wearing my gloves and boots just for fun, but he did not take them off. I think he pretty much knew that I didn't want them off. So as we cuddled and fondled each other (him naked, and me only wearing my gloves and boots) everything was getting really exciting. This was usually the time when the gloves and boots came off. I took my boots off, but still wore my gloves waiting for something to happen. We then turned around for 69 to get each other fired up. He then grabbed his rubber and fitted in on ready to go. He asked me to take my gloves off, and as I put my fingers over my hand to pull them off, a strange feeling came over me, as if my head was saying "No, don't take them off." I suddenly felt very distracted, but didn't want to lose this feeling, so I just ignored him and we went for it. As we made love with only my gloves on, I forgot all about them and just a long exhilarating moment of intense sex. It felt really good.

After he came, he took off the rubber and we relaxed. I then started to think about the gloves and all of this fetish talk I had heard. They were still on and I didn't understand why. I had always loved the feel of my bare hands against my partner, but now I loved this more. Why? Before I could think further, he started to talk to me asking me how I felt, etc. I decided to ask him what he thought of my gloves. He said he didn't know why I was still wearing them during sex, but that it was fine with him. I then started to realize that I am in fact a glove fetishist. If I couldn't take them off for sex, then that is what I am. I decided to tell him "Eric, I am a glove fetishist." We talked a little bit about it, but he was not wierded out or anything. He said it was totally fine, maybe because he wanted more, but it was still nice to hear that. I suddenly felt this surge of power wearing my red gloves. They were very hot, but I didn't care. A few minutes later and few pleas for more later, we went again and I still didn't take them off. This time, I got on top and rode him. I stroke my gloves all around my body and his. It was a great feeling and a great way to end the night.

After that, I got dressed and he drove me back home. He kissed me goodnight and I walked upstairs. When I got home, my roommate was still up and gave me a look as if to say "Oooooo, you did it with him didn't you?" But she could see there was something crazy on my mind:
“What’s going on?” She asked me.
“Sarah,” I said. I thought about it for a while and replied, “I realized tonight, I am 100% a glove fetishist!”
She wasn't so surprised, since she had experienced it up close, but she said "If that's what you like, you should accept it." That was good to hear. So after all that, I took everything off, although hesitating to take my gloves off to shower. After that I got dressed, and decided to put on my white gloves for bed. After all, I was a glove fetishist.

To close up this journey about me and my gloves, there is one more story that has become important to me:
Fall 2006, I was walking to class wearing a new pair of black satin opera gloves with my short sleeved red jacket. I walked along the gassy field until I saw another girl walking along. She was wearing a sweater with short brown leather gloves. She was a beautiful brunette with a statuesque figure. She stopped and looked right at me and said: “Hi, how you doing?” I responded with a simple “Fine.” She looked at my hands. “I really like your gloves” she said.
“Thanks” I responded, “I like yours too.”
We talked a little bit. I told her about how I just got the gloves and had several pairs and fashion interests. She thought that was very cool. She was also into fashion and had a couple pair of gloves herself that she liked wearing. I introduced myself and she introduced herself as Rebecca. We talked a short while before going to class. I asked if she would meet me for lunch, but she couldn’t so she just gave me her number and we would meet again.

I had lunch with her two days later. I was quite warm that day, so I was wearing my white opera gloves with my black shirt and flares and white boots. Rebecca came by wearing a green silk shirt with flares and sandals. She was not wearing gloves, but I thought it was fine.
“My you do love to wear gloves, don’t you?” She asked. “Maybe I should have brought mine.”
“You know I rarely take these gloves off,” I said to her boldly. She even saw me eat with them on.
“I wear gloves quite a bit,” she said, “But I never eat with them. You must love them a lot.”
Apart from that we talked about other things including a somewhat awkward subject of orientation. We were both in the same boat of undecided, so it was comfortable. After lunch, we made a date for Friday night to go out. She said she would wear opera gloves that time. My heart almost stopped. What was I going to wear?

Friday night, I wore my black leather opera-gloves with my leather boots. I wore my red short-sleeved jacket and miniskirt. I went by to Rebecca's apartment to pick her up. I could see she was a wee bit inspired by my fashion. She was only wearing a regular coat and jeans, but she was wearing high-heel leather boots and black satin opera gloves. I said to her, "That is one of the coolest looks I've seen on one of my friends."
So we went out and got some Carl's (Neither one of us have enough money for fancy dinner.) She discarded her gloves while eating, but I didn't. At one point she did say "Why don't you take your gloves off, you might get them dirty."
I responded with "I'm a pro!" and laughed.
Then we checked out the club scene, which was really happening that night. We got a little loaded and talked for a long while having great conversations, not about gloves though. We drank nice and long until I got a little tipsy. We even made out at the bar. Some of the guys were going crazy over it. She was still fine so she was helping me to walk home when we got to her place. I took my jacket off, but never even once took the gloves off.
Rebecca, having taken her gloves the minute she got in the house, eventually said, "Man, you really love wearing gloves don't you? You're like obsessed with them or something." If I hadn’t been drunk, I might have been careful to tell her too much information, However, I told her that I am indeed a glove fetishist and all about how I would wear them 24/7 sometimes even in the shower. In fear of her being slightly frightened, she said "That's actually really interesting. Maybe I'll have to try wearing these gloves more often." She started to put them back on just for fun. We talked and drank long into the night and eventually I got up to go home. We did kiss goodnight, but other than that, I went straight home and collapsed.

The following morning, I told a hot shower without the gloves on. I started to think about Rebecca and started to get excited. I hopped out of the shower for a minute to grab a pair of rubber gloves in the bathroom. I pulled them on and washed my body with them including my pussy intensely.
I had to call her. I know there’s all those rules about dating and everything, but to Hell with that. I called her cell.
“Hey Rachel,” she responded.
“Rebecca,” I said, “I need to see you again.”
“Okay,” she said, “I can maybe come by for a minute if you want.
“Great, see you soon.”
The time I waited for her to get there was long and tedious. Eventually she came to the door and knocked. I invited her in and before she could say “Hey what’s going on?” I kissed her long and good. She looked at me for a minute and then kissed me back. We went to the bed and just showed our love for one another. I didn’t even care that we weren’t wearing gloves. It just felt fantastic.

We were now a couple, and I was now a lesbian for sure. Several days later, She came to my room wearing short black leather gloves. We just started making out and she rubbed my hair with her black gloves as I rubbed her back with my long opera-length black leather gloves.
She stopped and looked right at me, “You see these gloves I’m wearing,” I nodded. “I’m not going to take them off until tomorrow.”
I was getting really wet and wanted to fuck her so bad. We moved to the bed and she practically ripped my clothes off. Moving in for my pussy. She carefully placed her gloved fingers over it. With her right gloved finger, she pushed it into back and forth into my cunt, while her left gloved finger tickled my clitoris. I screamed in pleasure. Then I felt her tongue enter the palace, and I was just about to have an orgasm. But just before I could. She stopped.
“Oh Rebecca please,” I begged, “Don’t tease please finish me.”
“All in good time,” she said as she pulled her hair into a ponytail with her black gloved hands. She looked at me seductively “But I’m gonna need some better gloves for that. Do you think I could burrow some?”
I was going crazy. I quickly ran for the glove drawer and just dumped all the gloves onto the bed. She picked them all up and rubbed them against her naked body. She picked up my red leather opera-gloves. “I want you to put these on me.”
“Do you want to take those off first?” I pointed to her short gloves.
“Remember what I said?” She pointed to me, “I’m not taking these gloves off until tomorrow.”
I was going nuts, but I simply said, “Yes Mistress!” She laughed. I slowly pulled the gloves over her already gloved hands. It was a little difficult, but I managed to do it. There she was, my lesbian girlfriend topless with red leather gloves with the outline of her short gloves showing. They were still surprisingly tight.
“Well,” she said, “They’re pretty tight, so I’ll have to wait for them to break in. In the meantime, I want to feel what you feel.” Knowing full well what she meant, I unzipped her pants only to discover she wasn’t wearing any panties. I started to give her a handjob. She gasped, “Oh my god!” I continued to do so as she kept screaming, “Oh yes Rachel! Use your gloves to make me cum!!” I was just about to that, but then I thought, Hey I can be a glove mistress too… So I stopped. “Oh, no!” She said. “Are you gonna tease me too?”
“No baby,” I said, “I was just thinking about a math problem today. I found out the answer was 69!” She smiled and climbed on top of me. She kissed me and fondled my breasts. Then she turned around and moved in for some love. She spread my lips apart and licks my clit like crazy. I was going crazy, but I knew she wanted what I wanted. So I did the same to her. Then she held her leather hand out. I reached out to her and we made each other cum. She turned around and we lied in bed next to each other wearing nothing but leather gloves. We looked into eachothers’ eyes kissing eachother when I said, “How do the gloves feel?”
She smiled and waited for a while and innocently replied, “I could get used to this.”
Not long after that, she pulled out a double dildo and we went for another hour with each other and fell asleep with our gloves on eachothers’ hands.

As great as my relationship with Rebecca was, we knew it had to end. We were still unclear about ourselves and we just weren’t right for each other outside of the gloves. So we went our separate ways. But I learned something about being with Rebecca, who I am. I am a glove fetishist; a lesbian; rare breed. And I love gloves!