Dear Lorraine
It has always been of interest to me as to why we should feel guilty about our passion for rubberised items, why is it not considered strange that we should enjoy the touch of silk, satin, plastic macs, yet many people castigate the liking of rubber as fetish?
I distinctly recall my liking for rubber at the age of around five, when at any give opportunity I would wrap my face inside macs inside departmental stores. My mother was not amused, but not wishing to alarm me simply told me not to do it!
At infant School however I would deliberatley sit behind a young girl who wrapped her rubber raincoat around her chair, which allowed me to rub my bare legs against the delightful softness of the rubber coating. Fortunately I was never caught in the act!
As suddenly as it had started I seemed to lose interest.
Why, I cannot say, but the feelings returned with a renewed vengeance once I reached puberty - and visited the dentist! The young nurses clad in their delightful rubber aprons were a delight to behold, whilst everything else in the surgery seemed pervaded with the smell of rubber. Such times will sadly never return.
Ron
Dear Ron
I don't think you are puzzled at all!
For some of us rubber is an aphrodisiac, and people looking in from outside will always be envious of a fantastic thing like that! - like priests condemning everything that makes for heterosexual pleasure.
Thank you for those early memories of arousal, simple and brilliant and sharp as a pin as they usually are! Boys switching off from sex for a few years after that early awareness is one of the few things Freud got right, don't you think? Such a good thing for all of us that the juices get going again pretty soon...
LE
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