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Kinkykiwi wrote: July 9th, 2023, 12:16 am Dont encourage him. He is not a nice kiwi.

Lol ops I hope he is . I must have a look and check him out

My fetish started when I was about three years old by the discovery of the brown rubber sheet in my cot and became fascinated with its rubbery touch, rubbery sound and intoxicating rubber aroma.

My fetish started when I was about three years old by the discovery of the brown rubber sheet in my cot and became fascinated with its rubbery touch, rubbery sound and intoxicating rubber aroma.

I can remember one of those rubber sheets on my bed when I was very young but I can't remember how old I was. I can remember the smell and the texture of it and how I used to pull the under sheet and blanket out of the way so I could have the cool rubber against my body and get a better lung full of it's rubber aroma.
Been having rubber against my skin ever since the only thing that is missing is the smell of modern rubber is not the same as it used to be.

Mine love of rubber started of this a rubber bed sheet then progressed to my mother ane aunties rubber glove and rubber satin mackintoshes then came the playtex rubber girdles

Fortunately, I still sleep on those old-fashioned rubber sheets in my bed, so every night I can enjoy the smell and smooth feeling of the protected rubber sheet like in my childhood.

Latex-uk said

Mine love of rubber started of this a rubber bed sheet then progressed to my mother ane aunties rubber glove and rubber satin mackintoshes

I think you and I have the same scriptwriter

I loved my plastic pants and rubber sheet when I was a toddler-the smell, feel and sense of being "protected" always induced a kind of frisson. I carried on playing with any other examples of both fabrics I could get hold of when I no longer "needed" them in the strictest sense. This led to me being teased and feeling humiliated but excited if I was ever "caught in the act" with, say, a plastic mac. That old "naughty but nice" syndrome hasn't diminished over the years.

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Guess it started rather early, my parents have told me that I loved my blue raingear as a kid. Then, in our teens, we all used nylon jackets and in the winter we used nylon ski pants as well. And raingear was also made of nylon. This where during the time we, boys and girls, started to develop interest for the opposit sex. So the first contact with the female body was when they were in nylon cloathes. I can still be excited when I look at old photos from that time, my best friend in her shiny black nylon jacket. Remember how soft it was and the feeling when I hold her in my arms and caressed her. She felt even softer in her padded nylon jacket

Mine must have started when I saw fellow classmates at school wear the PVC jelly jackets, which came in glass clear, glass clear blue, glass clear red and glass clear green. These jelly jackets were quite different from the usual cottons, polyesters and nylons.

The jelly jackets were colourful and see-through. One of the girls who fancied me put her arm around me while she was wearing a glass clear red jelly jacket. I loved the cool sensation of the PVC against my neck, in addition to the rustling noise the material made.

My sister had a shiny turquoise blue 'Donald Duck' cartoon character PVC raincoat. It felt so soft and rubbery, and I loved trying it on. She never seemed to mind.

The dinner ladies at school wore aprons, which, I am sure, were made from shiny white PVC (as opposed to, say, polythene). The rustling noise these aprons made as the dinner ladies were wiping down the dining tables caught my attention, for reasons unknown to me.

Once I hit puberty, my 'interest' in shiny and glass clear PVC raincoats and other articles made from the same flexible PVC materials, such as glass clear shower curtains and shiny or clear inflatables, morphed into a sexual fetish.