How and when did your fetish begin?
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Nylon macs
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
Mmm very nice and sexy mac
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Nylon macs
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
Mmm love overalls especially yellow pvc ones very sexyOverallsFarmGirl wrote: February 20th, 2021, 10:00 pm When I was a teen, don't really know which age, maybe mid-teens or so. At the same time I was really developing a sort of extra special love for overalls (hence my name. lol) but not just that, raincoats too. I've always loved raincoats for some reason, loved seeing them, yellow especially. When it came to being a bit festishy with them, it was teens when I'd try experiments.
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raincoatgirl23
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
How old had you ?OverallsFarmGirl wrote: February 20th, 2021, 10:00 pm When I was a teen, don't really know which age, maybe mid-teens or so. At the same time I was really developing a sort of extra special love for overalls (hence my name. lol) but not just that, raincoats too. I've always loved raincoats for some reason, loved seeing them, yellow especially. When it came to being a bit festishy with them, it was teens when I'd try experiments.
Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
Mine stated when i was 11 when i was made to wear a pac a mac for big school , my mum used to fasten it up for me even if no rain as it was part of the uniform. Then she was given my girl cousins navy blue mac which i insisted it was for the girls but used to make me go out in it. And all thru my life now at 75 i still love to wear plastic raincoats. And yes as my user name i wear pvc maid uniforms. Ask if you want a photo.
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Don Wellington
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
Mother knows best !maidjenny wrote: July 15th, 2026, 4:07 am Mine stated when i was 11 when i was made to wear a pac a mac for big school , my mum used to fasten it up for me even if no rain as it was part of the uniform. Then she was given my girl cousins navy blue mac which i insisted it was for the girls but used to make me go out in it. And all thru my life now at 75 i still love to wear plastic raincoats. And yes as my user name i wear pvc maid uniforms. Ask if you want a photo.
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
Today I am 50 years old, but when I close my eyes I can still smell the wet earth mixed with that light, soft nylon. It all started when I was just seven years old.
I was born into a large, humble family in the countryside of Rio Grande do Sul. We were many siblings. The house was small, money was scarce, and everything was shared: food, clothes, even the space in bed. My father spent the day working in the fields or doing odd jobs wherever he could. My mother took care of everything inside the house — raising the children, washing, cooking, and trying to keep some order in that lovely chaos. I was one of the youngest — curious, restless, the kind who couldn’t stay still for a minute.
Rain was always part of our lives. In the countryside, when it really rained, it was as if the sky decided to unleash all its power. Water flooded the yard, leaked through the old tiles, and formed huge puddles on the dirt floor. While my brothers ran to close the windows and place buckets under the leaks, I would stand at the door or on the porch, just watching the rain fall.
It was on a day like that, when I was seven, that everything changed.
My uncle, my mother’s brother, was a reservist in the Army. He showed up at our house one late afternoon, when the rain had already turned into a storm. He was wearing an olive-green military raincoat made of that light, soft nylon. The hood covered part of his head, and the water ran off the fabric without wetting the person underneath. The coat was wide, reaching below the knees, and it swayed when he walked.
When he took off the coat and hung it on the porch, I approached slowly. I touched the fabric with my fingertips. It was cold, smooth, almost silky. I felt a strange shiver run through my entire body. I stayed there, fascinated, running my hand over the nylon while the rain poured down around us.
That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, I got up quietly and went to the porch. I took my uncle’s coat and put it on. The nylon slid over my small shoulders and completely enveloped me. It was way too big for me, almost dragging on the floor. But I didn’t care. I stood in the middle of the dark room, feeling the light fabric brushing against my skin, the smell of rain mixed with his scent.
It was the first time I felt something so strong and inexplicable. A mixture of comfort, excitement, and a pleasure I still didn’t understand.
From that day on, whenever I could, I would go to the porch or the storage room in the back and put on the coat in secret. I would run my hands over the fabric, press it against my body, and feel the cold turning into warmth on my skin.
Until one day I was caught.
It was raining heavily. I had gone into the storage room, taken off my clothes, and put on the coat naked. I was looking at myself in an old piece of mirror, running my hands over the nylon, when I heard my mother’s voice behind me:
— Lucas! What is this, boy?!
I froze. I tried to take the coat off quickly, but it was too late. My mother was standing at the door, looking shocked. I was almost naked under the huge coat, my face burning with shame.
— For God’s sake… why are you wearing that naked?
I didn’t know what to say. I lowered my head, dying of embarrassment. My mother was silent for a few seconds, then let out a long sigh.
— Take that off right now and get dressed properly. And I don’t want to see you touching your uncle’s things without permission, understood?
She left the storage room shaking her head, not really understanding what she had seen. She thought it was just a child’s game. But for me it was a huge shock. The shame was so great that for days I couldn’t even look at her properly.
However, that incident didn’t make me stop.
On the contrary.
It only made my desire for the coat even stronger and more secre
I was born into a large, humble family in the countryside of Rio Grande do Sul. We were many siblings. The house was small, money was scarce, and everything was shared: food, clothes, even the space in bed. My father spent the day working in the fields or doing odd jobs wherever he could. My mother took care of everything inside the house — raising the children, washing, cooking, and trying to keep some order in that lovely chaos. I was one of the youngest — curious, restless, the kind who couldn’t stay still for a minute.
Rain was always part of our lives. In the countryside, when it really rained, it was as if the sky decided to unleash all its power. Water flooded the yard, leaked through the old tiles, and formed huge puddles on the dirt floor. While my brothers ran to close the windows and place buckets under the leaks, I would stand at the door or on the porch, just watching the rain fall.
It was on a day like that, when I was seven, that everything changed.
My uncle, my mother’s brother, was a reservist in the Army. He showed up at our house one late afternoon, when the rain had already turned into a storm. He was wearing an olive-green military raincoat made of that light, soft nylon. The hood covered part of his head, and the water ran off the fabric without wetting the person underneath. The coat was wide, reaching below the knees, and it swayed when he walked.
When he took off the coat and hung it on the porch, I approached slowly. I touched the fabric with my fingertips. It was cold, smooth, almost silky. I felt a strange shiver run through my entire body. I stayed there, fascinated, running my hand over the nylon while the rain poured down around us.
That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, I got up quietly and went to the porch. I took my uncle’s coat and put it on. The nylon slid over my small shoulders and completely enveloped me. It was way too big for me, almost dragging on the floor. But I didn’t care. I stood in the middle of the dark room, feeling the light fabric brushing against my skin, the smell of rain mixed with his scent.
It was the first time I felt something so strong and inexplicable. A mixture of comfort, excitement, and a pleasure I still didn’t understand.
From that day on, whenever I could, I would go to the porch or the storage room in the back and put on the coat in secret. I would run my hands over the fabric, press it against my body, and feel the cold turning into warmth on my skin.
Until one day I was caught.
It was raining heavily. I had gone into the storage room, taken off my clothes, and put on the coat naked. I was looking at myself in an old piece of mirror, running my hands over the nylon, when I heard my mother’s voice behind me:
— Lucas! What is this, boy?!
I froze. I tried to take the coat off quickly, but it was too late. My mother was standing at the door, looking shocked. I was almost naked under the huge coat, my face burning with shame.
— For God’s sake… why are you wearing that naked?
I didn’t know what to say. I lowered my head, dying of embarrassment. My mother was silent for a few seconds, then let out a long sigh.
— Take that off right now and get dressed properly. And I don’t want to see you touching your uncle’s things without permission, understood?
She left the storage room shaking her head, not really understanding what she had seen. She thought it was just a child’s game. But for me it was a huge shock. The shame was so great that for days I couldn’t even look at her properly.
However, that incident didn’t make me stop.
On the contrary.
It only made my desire for the coat even stronger and more secre
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Henridrysuitist
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
For me it was when my parents brought me a pair of Blacks royal blue waterproof trousers to go with my blue Peter Storm Overhead Cagoule when I was around 11 or 12. The Cagoule was quite light and had that shiny waterproof inside but the trousers were heavy duty with a really shiny thick coating of polyurethane on the inside together with taped seams. These fascinated me, the smell, the crackly nylon and the smooth protecting interior. Occasionally I was left alone as child if my parents went next door and I tried these out next to my skin at the first opportunity. They were exquisit and even better when just as an afterthought I added the Cagoule on top. Ever since I have been looking at similar waterproof clothing and wanting to own it so I can wear it sometimes with as many layers as I can physically get on. Later with a drysuit and having had sailing lessons I learned about heavy duty neoprene coated nylon which felt even better. The Peter Storm cagoule however was given to my sister in its journey through the family. Over the years I have owned a lot of this type of gear and I just love the feel especially over my face.
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Pvc Vinyl Enthusiast
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
It is very interesting reading about the life events during childhood that induced a fetish in adulthood.
Fetishes develop during childhood through a process referred to by psychologists as imprinting: early experiences, objects, or emotional dynamics during childhood or adolescence become encoded as templates for arousal after puberty.
I vividly recall multiple sensory experiences, involving PVC, during early childhood that would explain why I have a fetish for various objects made from flexible, glossy and noisy PVC, including raincoats and even the 1990s-style inflatable furniture, Fulton see-through dome umbrellas, shower curtains (in the days when they were still made of PVC; nowadays transparent glossy shower curtains are made from that awful material, EVA).
When I was very little, in the 1980s, I recall my mother unfolding a very tightly folded-up and compact square 'parcel' of soft, glossy glass clear PVC in the form of a pram rain cover. The PVC was very 'sticky' (strongly blocking) due to its formulation: DEHP or DINP plasticizer, high PHR, calendered and double-polished. In the folded form it retained its compactness and stuck to itself, just like how PVC clingfilm clings to itself.When my mother started to unfold the rain cover, it eventually gave way as she physically pulled the PVC layers apart to overcome the PVC's blocking, producing a sudden cacaphony of 'crackles', 'squeaks' and 'pops'. Under the raincover, I felt 'protected' and I recall the pitter-patter of the raindrops.
A couple of years later, also in the 1980s, when I was around 5 or 6 years old, my mother took us on a shopping trip to Croydon's Whitgift Centre, and on the way home we were caught out in heavy rain. We were waiting out the rain in the large and echoey Victorian-built ticket hall of Crystal Palace train station, SE London. Suddenly: 'BANG'.....not far away a lightning bolt struck a tree and split its trunk in two. A few moments later my attention was drawn to a distinct plasticky 'crackling' noise, which echoed in the spacious Victorian-era ticket hall: in the ticket hall with us there was a girl or woman who started to unravel a tightly-rolled compact 'cylinder' of shiny, transparent navy blue and strongly blocking glass clear PVC in the form of a PVC 'jelly jacket' (or, maybe it was a full-length raincoat version). She must have been carrying it in her handbag, in preparedness for rain. As soon as she had her jelly jacket or raincoat on, she had no hesitation leaving the train ticket hall....the rain (or, God forbid, an unlucky thunderbolt strike!) was not going to delay this girl or woman in getting home!
One day, my Mother took me and my younger sister into a local family-run clothing shop, 'Winners', in Upper Norwood, SE19. My attention was drawn to a whole rack of shiny glass clear dark blue raincoats or jelly coats. Visually, they were distinctly different to the materials (nylons, cottons, wools, polyesters) of the other clothing items in the shop. They glistened under the shop lighting. My mother found a shiny opaque turquoise blue raincoat for my younger sister. It had a Walt Disney character on the back: 'Goofy' playing a banjo. My mother took the raincoat to the shop tillpoint and handed it to the man behind the till. He proceed to neatly fold up the raincoat and placed it in a carrier bag, as my mother rummaged through her handbag to get her purse out. My attention was drawn to the light reflecting off the shiny turquise blue raincoat. The gummy-like softness of the PVC material, and the squeaks the raincoat made as the man behind the till was folding the raincoat up. I secretly wished my mother would buy me one, too. Or maybe a glass clear dark blue jelly coat. Why she didn't buy me one I don't know, but I never asked her to buy me one.
At primary school I was fixated on the other pupils in the playground who were lucky enough to be wearing transparent glossy clear jelly coats, complete with a chunky rope-like cord. Jade was wearing a natural glass clear one, while Daniella and her brother, David, both wore glass clear blue ones. One day, my mother was chatting away to the mother, Jacquie, of Daniella and David, in the foyer of the primary school at 'going home time'. While I was fixated on the glossy transparent blue PVC jelly jackets, my mother asked Jacquie where she bought the jelly coats for her son and daughter. "Oh, I bought those from a market stall at East Lane in Walworth, SE London". My mother then asked me: "Gary, I'll see if I can get you one. Would you like one?". I nodded with a shy 'yes'.
Some mothers of the pupils at my primary school wore these shiny black PVC full-length macs, which, if I recall correctly, had a red inner lining.
Also in the 1980s, while I was around 7 or 8 years old, my nan and granddad took us camping and caravanning in Tenterden, Kent. On an unseasonably very rainy and overcast July day at the campsite, a trip to Camber Sands beach was cancelled, and it was decided that a trip to Ashford, Kent, would be more weather-appropriate. In my grandad's trusted Jag XJ6. We'd do a bit of shopping in Ashford Town Centre and sit down in an Ashford bakery shop for a nice sausage roll. I recall, while in Ashford's Sainsburys supermarket with my nan and granddad, a boy of my age wearing a shiny glass clear red PVC raincoat (either full-length or jelly jacket-style, I don't quite remember).
When I was a primary school pupil, went once went on a week-long school outing to Sayer's Croft campsite, near Dorking in Surrey. In the 1980s, Lambeth Borough Council had these standard purpose-built grey-blue school buses, which I remember vividly. During the school outing, we took a trip to a local Surrey hamlet, to visit a pottery, or something like that. Outside it was heavily overcast and rainy. Daniella was sat a few seats in front of me on the school bus, and she had her navy blue glass clear jelly coat on, in preparedness for the weather. Unlucky for me, I had no such protective raincoat!
In the 1980s, I recall visiting the local 'Woolies' (Woolworths) in Upper Norwood SE19 with my mother. On display was a a whole rack of shiny and gummy-soft opaque red PVC raincoats. As I was walking down the aisle, I brushed against the rack of raincoats, and they all 'rustled' in quick succession.
Fast-forward to the 1990s. I was around 18 years of age and still living with my parents. At that time I had a small income. I looked through an Argos catalogue and spotted some glossy glass clear PVC shower curtains, with shiny grey CD disc motif/design/print. I was curious about how it would feel to be wrapped up in the smooth, noisy (strongly blocking) glass clear PVC the shower curtain was made from, and I decided that I had to buy the shower curtain. I brought it home and had discreet 'fun' with it when my parents were asleep. The PVC did not disappoint! I managed to keep the shower curtain hidden from my parents. If they had discovered it, they'd wonder what I wanted it for, as we only had a bath, and no shower cubicle.
In the late 1990s, the iconic PVC inflatable novelty furniture became widely available. Using my income from my p/t student job I'd 'treat' myself to inflatable sofas from Argos. I enjoyed the inflatable furniture even when uninflated: my interest was in the glossy, transparent, soft, smooth, strongly blocking and noisy PVC. I loved to wrap the uninflated inflatable sofa around my naked body, inhale the lovely strong 'new PVC aroma', and manipulate the PVC material so that it made as much 'crackling' and 'rustling' as possible....the noise is strongly arousing in its own right.
In the early 2000s, I discovered 'Bubble Inflatables': a Montana, USA online store selling nothing but PVC inflatable furniture in various colours, all in strongly blocking DINP-plasticized, gummy-soft and noisy PVC. I just had to get some.....I went ahead and bought two inflatable sofas in a deep cherry red, glossy transparent PVC. When the inflatables finally arrived and I got them out the box, the PVC material blew me away....I could not believe how incredibly soft and noisy the material was. And the strong aroma...wow! With my heart pounding in anticipation I hastily inflated one of the sofas, then while I positioned myself on the inflated one I wrapped the other inflatable sofa- totally uninflated- around my naked body. I writhed in pleasure, strongly aroused by the incredible crackling, rustling and squeaking noises as the inflated and uninflated smooth and glossy PVC surfaces, strongly blocking, rubbed against each other.
Fast-forward to today: it is disappointing, as the modern offerings, in terms of PVC that meets my 'criteria', are few and far between. What is still made of actual PVC (as opposed to awful 'eco alternatives' like EVA, POE or 'recycled plastic bottles') often contains anti-blocking additives like amide waxes that are incorporated into the PVC resin and cannot be removed (unlike talc/flour dustings applied to the PVC surface, which is very easily washed-off or wiped off). And/or the modern PVC contains a non-phthalate type of plasticizer, which is 'bad news' if you happen to enjoy the blocking-associated crackling and rustling noise of PVC, because the type of plasticizer does indeed influence the degree of blocking, hence the noise. For PVC that blocks very strongly, the best plasticizers are DEHP or DINP. You'd want a high PHR and no permanent anti-block additives incorporated into the PVC resin, and you'd want the PVC to be double-polished.
I suppose it is not all 'doom and gloom' with respect to the current PVC situation: dedicated PVC rainwear and fetishwear companies, such as PuL and Elements Rainwear, continue to offer the strongly blocking, soft, glossy glass clear PVC that makes a lot of 'rustling' and 'crackling' noise precisely due to the strong blocking.
I like to 'superimpose' 2 or 3 layers of PuL's glass clear PVC raincoats, of any glass clear colour, to create a 'single' raincoat composed of multiple PVC layers (doubling-up or tripling-up). I then either fold or roll-up the raincoat into a compact square or a compact cylinder, with as much air squeezed out as possible. Due to the strong blocking, the folded-up or rolled-up PVC raincoat retains its compact form, despite the 'tension'. Then comes the fun part: unrolling the cylinder or unfolding the raincoat square: as I physically overcome the glossy glass clear PVC's strong blocking, the separating PVC surfaces release that tension, creating a crescendo of rustle, pops, squeaks and crackles that I find very arousing.
I do the same thing with PuL's king size duvet covers or enclosure sacks: I roll it up into a big PVC 'cylinder' or fold it into a compact square 'parcel, squeezing out as much air as possible The PVC retains its folded or rolled-up state, due to the strong blocking. Then I love to slowly unroll the cylinder or pull apart the square 'parcel', using gentle physical force to prize apart the PVC and overcome the blocking, enjoying the massive amount of crackling, rustling, popping and squeaking noise this creates, as my body becomes gradually covered- and eventually enclosed entirely- by the huge glass clear PVC duvet cover or enclosure sack.
I've put in a custom order with a China factory for inflatable sofas and beds, as well as raincoats, in a glass clear blue PVC. Rather than opt for their stock PVC material, which may not satisfy my particular PVC sensory and fetish requirements, I have had a PVC formulated from scratch (at extra cost), and I stipulated to the factory that the PVC for my inflatables and raincoats must utilise DINP as the plasticizer, in a particular PHR, and no anti-block additives incorporated into the PVC resin, precisely because I want to maximise blocking, which will make the PVC as noisy as possible.
Fetishes develop during childhood through a process referred to by psychologists as imprinting: early experiences, objects, or emotional dynamics during childhood or adolescence become encoded as templates for arousal after puberty.
I vividly recall multiple sensory experiences, involving PVC, during early childhood that would explain why I have a fetish for various objects made from flexible, glossy and noisy PVC, including raincoats and even the 1990s-style inflatable furniture, Fulton see-through dome umbrellas, shower curtains (in the days when they were still made of PVC; nowadays transparent glossy shower curtains are made from that awful material, EVA).
When I was very little, in the 1980s, I recall my mother unfolding a very tightly folded-up and compact square 'parcel' of soft, glossy glass clear PVC in the form of a pram rain cover. The PVC was very 'sticky' (strongly blocking) due to its formulation: DEHP or DINP plasticizer, high PHR, calendered and double-polished. In the folded form it retained its compactness and stuck to itself, just like how PVC clingfilm clings to itself.When my mother started to unfold the rain cover, it eventually gave way as she physically pulled the PVC layers apart to overcome the PVC's blocking, producing a sudden cacaphony of 'crackles', 'squeaks' and 'pops'. Under the raincover, I felt 'protected' and I recall the pitter-patter of the raindrops.
A couple of years later, also in the 1980s, when I was around 5 or 6 years old, my mother took us on a shopping trip to Croydon's Whitgift Centre, and on the way home we were caught out in heavy rain. We were waiting out the rain in the large and echoey Victorian-built ticket hall of Crystal Palace train station, SE London. Suddenly: 'BANG'.....not far away a lightning bolt struck a tree and split its trunk in two. A few moments later my attention was drawn to a distinct plasticky 'crackling' noise, which echoed in the spacious Victorian-era ticket hall: in the ticket hall with us there was a girl or woman who started to unravel a tightly-rolled compact 'cylinder' of shiny, transparent navy blue and strongly blocking glass clear PVC in the form of a PVC 'jelly jacket' (or, maybe it was a full-length raincoat version). She must have been carrying it in her handbag, in preparedness for rain. As soon as she had her jelly jacket or raincoat on, she had no hesitation leaving the train ticket hall....the rain (or, God forbid, an unlucky thunderbolt strike!) was not going to delay this girl or woman in getting home!
One day, my Mother took me and my younger sister into a local family-run clothing shop, 'Winners', in Upper Norwood, SE19. My attention was drawn to a whole rack of shiny glass clear dark blue raincoats or jelly coats. Visually, they were distinctly different to the materials (nylons, cottons, wools, polyesters) of the other clothing items in the shop. They glistened under the shop lighting. My mother found a shiny opaque turquoise blue raincoat for my younger sister. It had a Walt Disney character on the back: 'Goofy' playing a banjo. My mother took the raincoat to the shop tillpoint and handed it to the man behind the till. He proceed to neatly fold up the raincoat and placed it in a carrier bag, as my mother rummaged through her handbag to get her purse out. My attention was drawn to the light reflecting off the shiny turquise blue raincoat. The gummy-like softness of the PVC material, and the squeaks the raincoat made as the man behind the till was folding the raincoat up. I secretly wished my mother would buy me one, too. Or maybe a glass clear dark blue jelly coat. Why she didn't buy me one I don't know, but I never asked her to buy me one.
At primary school I was fixated on the other pupils in the playground who were lucky enough to be wearing transparent glossy clear jelly coats, complete with a chunky rope-like cord. Jade was wearing a natural glass clear one, while Daniella and her brother, David, both wore glass clear blue ones. One day, my mother was chatting away to the mother, Jacquie, of Daniella and David, in the foyer of the primary school at 'going home time'. While I was fixated on the glossy transparent blue PVC jelly jackets, my mother asked Jacquie where she bought the jelly coats for her son and daughter. "Oh, I bought those from a market stall at East Lane in Walworth, SE London". My mother then asked me: "Gary, I'll see if I can get you one. Would you like one?". I nodded with a shy 'yes'.
Some mothers of the pupils at my primary school wore these shiny black PVC full-length macs, which, if I recall correctly, had a red inner lining.
Also in the 1980s, while I was around 7 or 8 years old, my nan and granddad took us camping and caravanning in Tenterden, Kent. On an unseasonably very rainy and overcast July day at the campsite, a trip to Camber Sands beach was cancelled, and it was decided that a trip to Ashford, Kent, would be more weather-appropriate. In my grandad's trusted Jag XJ6. We'd do a bit of shopping in Ashford Town Centre and sit down in an Ashford bakery shop for a nice sausage roll. I recall, while in Ashford's Sainsburys supermarket with my nan and granddad, a boy of my age wearing a shiny glass clear red PVC raincoat (either full-length or jelly jacket-style, I don't quite remember).
When I was a primary school pupil, went once went on a week-long school outing to Sayer's Croft campsite, near Dorking in Surrey. In the 1980s, Lambeth Borough Council had these standard purpose-built grey-blue school buses, which I remember vividly. During the school outing, we took a trip to a local Surrey hamlet, to visit a pottery, or something like that. Outside it was heavily overcast and rainy. Daniella was sat a few seats in front of me on the school bus, and she had her navy blue glass clear jelly coat on, in preparedness for the weather. Unlucky for me, I had no such protective raincoat!
In the 1980s, I recall visiting the local 'Woolies' (Woolworths) in Upper Norwood SE19 with my mother. On display was a a whole rack of shiny and gummy-soft opaque red PVC raincoats. As I was walking down the aisle, I brushed against the rack of raincoats, and they all 'rustled' in quick succession.
Fast-forward to the 1990s. I was around 18 years of age and still living with my parents. At that time I had a small income. I looked through an Argos catalogue and spotted some glossy glass clear PVC shower curtains, with shiny grey CD disc motif/design/print. I was curious about how it would feel to be wrapped up in the smooth, noisy (strongly blocking) glass clear PVC the shower curtain was made from, and I decided that I had to buy the shower curtain. I brought it home and had discreet 'fun' with it when my parents were asleep. The PVC did not disappoint! I managed to keep the shower curtain hidden from my parents. If they had discovered it, they'd wonder what I wanted it for, as we only had a bath, and no shower cubicle.
In the late 1990s, the iconic PVC inflatable novelty furniture became widely available. Using my income from my p/t student job I'd 'treat' myself to inflatable sofas from Argos. I enjoyed the inflatable furniture even when uninflated: my interest was in the glossy, transparent, soft, smooth, strongly blocking and noisy PVC. I loved to wrap the uninflated inflatable sofa around my naked body, inhale the lovely strong 'new PVC aroma', and manipulate the PVC material so that it made as much 'crackling' and 'rustling' as possible....the noise is strongly arousing in its own right.
In the early 2000s, I discovered 'Bubble Inflatables': a Montana, USA online store selling nothing but PVC inflatable furniture in various colours, all in strongly blocking DINP-plasticized, gummy-soft and noisy PVC. I just had to get some.....I went ahead and bought two inflatable sofas in a deep cherry red, glossy transparent PVC. When the inflatables finally arrived and I got them out the box, the PVC material blew me away....I could not believe how incredibly soft and noisy the material was. And the strong aroma...wow! With my heart pounding in anticipation I hastily inflated one of the sofas, then while I positioned myself on the inflated one I wrapped the other inflatable sofa- totally uninflated- around my naked body. I writhed in pleasure, strongly aroused by the incredible crackling, rustling and squeaking noises as the inflated and uninflated smooth and glossy PVC surfaces, strongly blocking, rubbed against each other.
Fast-forward to today: it is disappointing, as the modern offerings, in terms of PVC that meets my 'criteria', are few and far between. What is still made of actual PVC (as opposed to awful 'eco alternatives' like EVA, POE or 'recycled plastic bottles') often contains anti-blocking additives like amide waxes that are incorporated into the PVC resin and cannot be removed (unlike talc/flour dustings applied to the PVC surface, which is very easily washed-off or wiped off). And/or the modern PVC contains a non-phthalate type of plasticizer, which is 'bad news' if you happen to enjoy the blocking-associated crackling and rustling noise of PVC, because the type of plasticizer does indeed influence the degree of blocking, hence the noise. For PVC that blocks very strongly, the best plasticizers are DEHP or DINP. You'd want a high PHR and no permanent anti-block additives incorporated into the PVC resin, and you'd want the PVC to be double-polished.
I suppose it is not all 'doom and gloom' with respect to the current PVC situation: dedicated PVC rainwear and fetishwear companies, such as PuL and Elements Rainwear, continue to offer the strongly blocking, soft, glossy glass clear PVC that makes a lot of 'rustling' and 'crackling' noise precisely due to the strong blocking.
I like to 'superimpose' 2 or 3 layers of PuL's glass clear PVC raincoats, of any glass clear colour, to create a 'single' raincoat composed of multiple PVC layers (doubling-up or tripling-up). I then either fold or roll-up the raincoat into a compact square or a compact cylinder, with as much air squeezed out as possible. Due to the strong blocking, the folded-up or rolled-up PVC raincoat retains its compact form, despite the 'tension'. Then comes the fun part: unrolling the cylinder or unfolding the raincoat square: as I physically overcome the glossy glass clear PVC's strong blocking, the separating PVC surfaces release that tension, creating a crescendo of rustle, pops, squeaks and crackles that I find very arousing.
I do the same thing with PuL's king size duvet covers or enclosure sacks: I roll it up into a big PVC 'cylinder' or fold it into a compact square 'parcel, squeezing out as much air as possible The PVC retains its folded or rolled-up state, due to the strong blocking. Then I love to slowly unroll the cylinder or pull apart the square 'parcel', using gentle physical force to prize apart the PVC and overcome the blocking, enjoying the massive amount of crackling, rustling, popping and squeaking noise this creates, as my body becomes gradually covered- and eventually enclosed entirely- by the huge glass clear PVC duvet cover or enclosure sack.
I've put in a custom order with a China factory for inflatable sofas and beds, as well as raincoats, in a glass clear blue PVC. Rather than opt for their stock PVC material, which may not satisfy my particular PVC sensory and fetish requirements, I have had a PVC formulated from scratch (at extra cost), and I stipulated to the factory that the PVC for my inflatables and raincoats must utilise DINP as the plasticizer, in a particular PHR, and no anti-block additives incorporated into the PVC resin, precisely because I want to maximise blocking, which will make the PVC as noisy as possible.
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
Yes I love rubber rain wear . Started as a boy cub when the scout Master gave me a yellow rubber lined blue hooded rain mac to wear as I had forgot to bring a rain coat .
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
I had one of those back in the seventies. I am sure they were on offer for the round the world yacht race backed by one of the Sunday national papers. If my memory serves me correctly they were made by Campari the inflatable boat people not the drink.apronboy wrote: Today, 12:39 pm Yes I love rubber rain wear . Started as a boy cub when the scout Master gave me a yellow rubber lined blue hooded rain mac to wear as I had forgot to bring a rain coat .