Wow!
New to this site. Like so many others here, I thought I was the only one with this fetish. Appears I'm QUITE wrong!
My satin fetish apparently started when I was an infant. When I was born, my gradmother gave me a yellow baby blanket. The seam around it was made of yellow satin. My mom told me one day that I would lie in my crib and rub the satin across my face as I fell asleep. So when I say I'm a life-long lover of satin, I REALLY mean it!
I had that blanket until I was about 7 or 8 years old. It was nothing but shreds by then - held together in a gigantic knot by the satin seam. I took it over to a friends house one night for a sleep over and forgot it. When I'd realized I'd forgotten it, it was too late. My friends sisters apparently thought it was just a rag (which incidentally is what I called it - My "Rag") and threw it in the trash. A blessing in disguise I suppose, but my first trial by fire in my young life.
My first sexual experience with satin, was my first sexual experience ever. I was about a freshman in HS. A neighbor of mine was a girl named Laura. We'd grown up together, but hung in different crowds. She was a year behind me in school - still in 8th grade.
Laura had been a cheerleader for a few years (I have a HUGE cheerleader uniform fetish now, BTW, but that is another story for another form!) That fall she was a cheerleader for the peewee football league. They gave all the cheerleaders that fall black satin baseball jackets with striped elastic cuffs and collar. This style satin jacket was quite popular here in the states in the 70's and into the mid 80's. Then satin gave way to simple woven nylon, and eventually that design fell out of style. What a shame!
This is pretty much identical, except it was black with white trim – not yellow…
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Anyways, I saw Laura wearing this jacket everywhere she went - to school, the roller rink, from school, hanging out with friends... I couldn't put 2 and 2 together - why was I so drawn to this jacket?
The autumn turned into winter, and with the colder weather, Laura stopped wearing her cheerleading jacket around. But I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Then one friday night in December, I decided I must have her jacket. Mind you, I'd never stolen anything before in my life. I didn't know what I was doing, and knew it was an extreme long shot I'd ever be able to swipe it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about that damn jacket and how cute Laura looked in it!
So that night, I gave her house a ring to see if anyone was home. Much to my surprise, no one answered the phone. So I got dressed and walked the half mile or so through the snow to her house.
Thankfully, her family lived at the end of their street. Everyone had large yards with privacy hedges,and no big flood lights – just patio lights. So it was unlikely that anyone would see me snooping around their house.
I was terrified! My heart was pounding. Even though I’d done nothing “wrong” (well, not yet) I was so scared I was going to be caught. And yes – looking back, I suppose that was part of the thrill for me!
Obviously I didn’t know for sure if anyone was home and just not answering the phone, or if the house was really empty. So I rang the doorbell and quickly took cover around the side of the house. I figured if I got caught at this stage in the game, I’m just a dumb kid playing “ding dong ditch” (yea ringing the doorbell of a house and then running away was our idea of “entertainment” back then!).
Well, I took cover and listened for the sound of the door opening. But nothing. Still not convinced someone wasn’t home and just a really heavy sleeper, I did this about 2 or 3 more times.
Finally I was convinced that no one was home. So I walked back up to the front door and looked inside.
There, hanging on the coat rack in their entryway, was Laura’s cheerleading jacket!!! Considering it had been well over a month and a half since I’d last seen her wearing it, it was odd that it was just hanging there and not tucked away in a closet with other fall/spring garments. It was almost like it had been left there - for me!
I certainly was not prepared to break a window or door to gain entry, as that would bring a full-fledged police investigation. And thankfully, I didn’t have to! I slowly turned the doorknob to Laura’s front door, and much to my surprise, the door swung open!!! As quickly as I could, I grabbed the jacket closed the door and took off running. My heart pounding nearly out of my chest. My footprints in the snow, the only visible signs of my visit.
I ran a couple hundred yards, and then when I was safely across a creek and in a field past a grove of trees, I stopped, took off my own winter coat and put Laura’s cheerleading jacket on.
I cant begin to describe what I was feeling – excitement of the hunt? Yes! The thrill that I’d actually pulled this off without a hitch and her cheerleading jacket was now in my sole possession? Hell yes! The nylon satin felt amazing, and yes – there was the faint scent of her on it still! I was in heaven!
I made my way home in the dark through the snow and slipped in our basement sliding glass doors – the same way I’d left maybe 15 minutes prior. Of course I didn’t want my parents to discover it and start asking me questions, so I hid it in our crawl space among all our other items in storage.
Over the next few days, I would go into the crawl space and just put it on. Button it up, and rub it with my hands; rub it on my face (I guess like my baby blanket from years prior.) Since it was a unisex jacket that simply advertised “JR Trojans Football” on the back of it (they gave the same exact jacket to the peewee football players) I even got up the nerve to wear it out around the neighborhood a few times! No idea what I was thinking. Maybe I secretly wanted to be caught with it, but whatever it was, it was ballsy! And exciting!
Then one night after my family had all gone to bed, I brought it upstairs and put it on. I was wearing just the jacket and my underwear. This was a huge thrill for me, and I couldn’t figure out why. I remember taking it off, pulling my drawers down and polishing my knob with the smooth satin sleeve for the first time; feeling my member get harder and harder. I quickly learned to rub my dick WITH the “grain” of the fabric weave – not against it. And that was the start of it!
After a few minutes, I thought it would feel even more amazing if the satin sleeve was COLD! So I put it in the freezer for about 10 or 15 minutes to get it nice and chilly. I took it out, quickly returned to the sofa in the darkened family room and proceeded to rub out my first ever orgasm. The cold satin felt incredible on my virgin cock. And within about 2 minutes, I surprisingly shot my first (albeit tiny) load of cum on my abdomen. I was surprised and shocked, as I wasn’t expecting this to happen! But that was the beginning of my fetish with satin and womens clothing.
It was not to last though. I eventually got too bold, and moved my stash into the trunk at the foot of my bed. Like many others on this thread, eventually my mom went snooping around my room, and discovered my goodies. She confronted me, and I didn’t have a cover story ready, so I just sort of said nothing. The next day, I came home from school and my stash was gone. One night after she’d been drinking , she confronted me again. Asking where I’d gotten these girls clothes…. Did the uniform belong to a girl that was kicked off the team? And of course, asked the BIG, TOUGH QUESTION that so many homophobic adults fear – “Are you… GAY?” (I’m not BTW)
I actually got the nerve to ask her where the clothes were. She’d been drinking pretty heavily (I’m sure trying to come to terms with her belief that her son might be gay), and I figured she wouldn’t remember the conversation in the morning. She simply shook her head saying over and over “You’ll never find them.” Since she didn’t say she got rid of them, I took that to mean they were still in the house someplace, and proceeded to look EVERYWHERE she could have possibly hidden them. For months and months I looked, but never saw them again. So like everyone else here, I simply started again, upped my game and got more stealthy!
I’ve swiped other things over the years. But now of course, we have the fetishists best friend - EBAY! I’ve bought tons of stuff on eBay over the years and have a quite well-rounded collection of cheerleading uniforms and other cheerleading items – including several jackets. I know polyester is like the exact OPPOSITE of satin – like sandpaper in comparison, so I don’t really rub it against me. Typically I have something else to use while wearing them! But few things turn me on more than my cock under a mini skirt in bloomers that covered a cheerleaders pussy!
My favorite items (besides cheerleading uniforms and jackets) are satin prom and wedding dresses.
I’ve had QUITE a few adventures over the years in pursuit of my fetish addiction. And several VERY close calls being caught – including a couple of times where I WAS caught! But I’ve gotten quite good at knowing when and where to strike over the years. I too have raided many women’s wardrobes to “mess a dress”. I love the thought of putting them back in place - and especially the thought of those dresses being worn again with my cum stains on them! Yea, I admit it - I’m a total pervert!
So many stories to tell over the last 30 years or so… I could write a book!
Thanks for reading!