One of the first things I remember was my excitement at the look, sound, feel and smell of boxing gloves. I wouldn't leave my parents alone until they bought me a pair, and I really *loved* playing with them! This boxing glove fetish started to become associated with women when I heard the narrator in a radio play announce "she boxed his ears," followed by this furious slapping sound. Boxing ears with gloves on -- what an image! So already as a toddler I had this hot fantasy of sitting on fat adults and boxing their ears with my big leather boxing gloves, using their heads for punching bags and making that grand fleshy BudadaBudadaBudadaBudada rhythm. Gloves had power!

As I grew older, I was keenly aware that women would wear gloves just about anytime, anywhere, while men were practically not allowed to wear them at all. Gloves for men and boys were forbidden fruit. Add to this all those movies and TV shows where well-gloved dominant women would box gloveless men's ears for the slightest transgression (a man was never ever allowed to strike a woman, so she could have a field day on him), and I was hooked! I was so envious of being able to wear those gloves and would get so excited whenever I saw women in stylish gloves who looked like they could dominate you!

These days I particularly adore the women's fashions of the early '60s and the sleek Chanel look: prim suits with heels, tasteful evening gowns, outfits that practically required long black or long white gloves. I wear gloves whenever possible and feel naked without them. (This is not to say I don't enjoy being naked except for my gloves!) I *always* wear gloves to bed, usually opera-length black satin.

My best glove experiences involve, naturally, wearing them while making love. But here's an interesting episode you may want me to relate: One night I was at a club wearing a dark tank top and shoulder-length black latex gloves, my first public outing with this glorious fetish in clear display. A couple of attractive women sitting over in the corner made delicious eye contact with me and said "We just *love* your gloves!" That did it. Soon I was sitting at their table with them caressing my arms encased in that shiny smooth black latex, which then progressed to me caressing them and sweetly fondling their ears. Those gloves were so slinky and smooth that you simply could not tell exactly when you were touching the surface -- tactile mystery. Those friendly females were simply melting right there in my gloved hands! Before long I was taking turns gently "boxing" (read "stroking") their ears right and left, each of them hardly able to wait her turn to get "boxed" again by those sensuous black beauties! What a sight to see their faces under the control of my sleekly gloved hands oscillating back and forth, eyes closed, mouths open and moaning with erotic sensuality. Suffice it to say that this scene went all the way. It was one of the most delisciously erotic experiences I've ever had. May you be blessed by something as wonderful!!

As for future encounters: I would *love* to meet a charming Lady who enjoys classical music and jazz, movies and fascinating conversation (not limited to these, of course), skiing, skating; a Lady who knows how to wear gloves well, both as fashion and as activity. Let ecstasy take many forms. If you drop me a line, I'll reciprocate!