This is my first contribution to the board. I hope you will find it interesting and that it will give you an insight regarding my fetish for silk and satin.
My story begins one night when I was about six or seven years old. I had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room. I’m not sure how long I’d been asleep, but when I woke up, I found my short pants and under shorts had been removed while I slept and one of my father’s raincoats had been put over me to act like a blanket.
I asked why I was like this and was told I had wet my pants while I slept and that the coat had been put over me to keep me warm. As I lay under the coat, I began to feel the effects of its slippery satin lining against my skin. The lining was what is called iridescent in that it changed colour according to the angle of light falling upon it. In this case the colours were crimson and lime green. I vividly remember the feelings I had in what my Mom referred to as my private apartments, as I moved under the coat, I didn’t like the sensations I had in my private apartment when it came in contact with the satin lining. I crossed my legs so that my private apartment was well out of the way of the satin lining. This only made matters worse rather than better as I found that squeezing my private place only intensified the sensations. I can’t recall what else happened that night.
A few days later I was up one morning before the household woke up. I went downstairs and something made me grab one of my overcoats. It was a fine camel hair one. The lining inside was fawn and probably made of an acetate material. I took it with me to the living room, there I removed my pyjama bottoms, then I lay on the couch and draped the coat over me in a similar fashion to when my father’s raincoat had been place over me. Very soon I had the same sensations that I had a few nights earlier.
As I grew older I would have frequent sessions under the coat with noting on underneath. I called these my keeping sessions, just as I’d been told that the coat was put over me to keep me warm. When my mother took me shopping for new clothes and overcoats in particular I made great fuss regarding their linings. Mother often told the sales assistants that I paid more attention to the coat lining than I did the outer appearance of the garment. I liked my linings to be very shiny and slippery when I rubbed the material with the back of my hand. I also love to roll the lining between my forefinger and thumb.
One evening when my parents were watching television I felt the need to have a keeping session and went upstairs looking for a coat. Somehow I went into my parents bedroom and while there I made a discovery when I found a black shiny skirt of mother’s in a drawer of the dresser. At first I thought the material was nylon, I later found it was called taffeta. I felt a stirring between my legs and I took the skirt to my bedroom. When I got there I took my pants and under shorts off and put the skirt on.
As I walked about the skirt I had tremendous waves of pleasure between my legs and at one point I felt something come out of my private place. I thought at first I’d wet myself, but I noticed drops of some white gooey stuff on the taffeta material of the skirt. I was 14 when this happened and I knew what I’d done. I panicked a bit, then I took off the skirt, put my pants back on and took the skirt to the bathroom and carefully sponged the skirt clean so as not to leave any stains on it. I put the skirt back in the drawer and hoped my mother would notice what I’d done.
Coat linings became my main fetish and had many keeping sessions under a coat. Then when I was 18 I discovered that skirts had linings too. My mother had left one of her two-piece suits hanging on the door handle of the wardrobe. Out of curiosity I had a look at the lining of the jacket. It was of royal blue satin, as I was putting the jacket back on the hanger, the skirt fell to the floor. As I picked it up, I found that it too was lined with the same material as the jacket.
I couldn’t resist the temptation to remove my pants and underwear and then put the skirt on. This time I took extra care not to leave any stains on the satin lining. As soon as I felt myself cuming I backed off and when I couldn’t stand in any longer took the skirt off and finished everything with an overcoat that I’d used many times when I was having a keeping session.
I’ve had countless keeping sessions under a coat, I often fantasise a little and pretend that I’m being kept under a coat against my will. Although I’m enjoying the sensations, I’m not supposed to like them, that’s why people have forced me to lie under the coat, they know I don’t like the feelings the lining is giving me. In the fantasy, I’m naked and there’s music playing so as to intensify the sensations in my private place.
So that’s my story.