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Mon, Sep 11, 2017
Source: Ballet Heels


Hi All,

out of the blue, the Muse kissed me a few days ago, so it's time for a new fetish story. Just in case: the story is entirely fictional.

Enjoy, and don't forget to comment.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

More to come.

Please go to the new index post for links to further chapters:

Sun, Sep 10, 2017
Source: Jane loves gloves

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After the revelation that Willa might have lesbian tendencies, Erika openly flirted with her all the time. Willa seemed to take Erika's flirtations like a game she was willing to play every once in a while, which was not the same as flirting back, but it was more than Erika had dreamed of.

Erika also started to hang out with Willa after school hours. However, she had to limit that to once per week because the only way she could do it was if she skipped track-and-field training and hung out with Willa while her parents thought she was exercising. When her coach eventually asked why she was being sick for only one day, but regularly every week, Erika took the risk and told him the truth. Her coach, who was an experienced teacher and knew that teenagers need to be happy in order to perform well at school and in sports, allowed Erika to skip training once per week so that she could spend time with Willa, but only on the condition that her markers evolved as planned.

Most of the time, Erika hung out with Willa and Mhairi at Mhairi's house. Later I learnt that she also used to visit Willa at our house sometimes. I don't know whether by chance or because Willa actually planned it, but Erika only visited Willa at our house when I was not around, which is why I had no idea what was going on between the girls.

Anyway, every time they were at Mhairi's house, the three girls wore latex gloves all the time. Mhairi and Willa also liked to wear other latex garments in addition to gloves, but Erika was happy enough wearing a pair of shoulder-length latex gloves she had got from Mhairi. Gloves were her true love.

However, as much as Erika loved to spend whole afternoons with Willa, she didn't understand why they always had to stay at home all the time.

Mhairi agreed. “Other kids spend their afternoons shopping, or at the gaming arcade, or —”

“First of all, you're the only one of us three with enough money to go shopping every day,” protested Willa. “Secondly, I'd love to go somewhere, but you know that my mum doesn't want me to wear my latex clothes outside. And I'm not going to spend a whole afternoon without my gloves.”

“Me neither,” said Erika. “The one afternoon per week I hang out with you is the only time I ever get to wear these beauties.” She caressed her own latex-covered arms to make her point. “But why can't we go outside? Let's go to the ice-cream parlour. It's not far. Or are you afraid to be seen in latex?” She made chicken sounds.

“Shut up!” said Willa. (Mhairi giggled in the background.) “I love to be seen in latex, but what if my mum sees me? She's just waiting for an excuse —”

“I've got it!” triumphed Erika. “How did I not think about this before? And how didn't you? Aren't you supposed to be the best student in our class?”

Willa shrugged.

“Do tell!” said Mhairi.

Erika pointed out that Mhairi lived in a residential area that was connected to the rest of the city by only one main road. “Don't you see? Nobody drives through these streets to go somewhere. People do it to get here. You don't live in this parish. If we stay within its limits, what are the odds that your mum walks or drives by and sees you? Zero! Literally zero!”

“Actually, it needs to be physically impossible for the odds to be zero, like a dog hatching out of an egg,” said Willa. “But you are right anyway. What's the probability that my mum will find out? Not literally zero, but —”

“Low enough for you to risk it?” interjected Mhairi.

Willa nodded.

“Yay!” Mhairi and Erika stood up and did a little dance, like cheerleaders — cheerleaders wearing long latex gloves.

And I had no idea!

After the Halloween party at Mhairi's house, I had told Willa not to introduce Erika to latex. And since I didn't get to meet Erika, I thought Willa didn't invite her to our house to make wear latex gloves, so I assumed that Willa was obeying my order. But she wasn't. She was making Erika wear latex gloves, but at Mhairi's house.

And as several weeks passed and I thought my daughter was behaving especially well, Willa was taking strolls along the canal, going to the ice-cream parlour, hanging out in the park with Mhairi and Erika — wearing long latex gloves and other latex garments.

And while I was in London buying a special Christmas present for my well-behaved daughter, she was seducing Erika.

It happened on the last day of class before the Christmas holidays. It was a Friday, and I was not at home. I was visiting my sister in London because that was the last chance to wish my sister happy Christmas before she and her children went on holiday to Zakopane. (That's what my mum's lottery win got them — a ski trip in the Tatra! My daughter got herself a Latexella outfit.)

That Friday, Erika and Willa went to our house after school. As usual, they put their latex gloves on as soon as they arrived. Willa chose a pair of purple shoulder-length latex gloves, and she lent a pair of pink gloves to Erika, also shoulder-length.

First they had lunch, and they didn't talk about anything out of the ordinary while they ate. But Erika wanted to ask Willa for a special favour, and she became increasingly nervous as they finished their food.

“I've been meaning to talk to you about something,” said Erika shyly. “Do you remember that day, you were probably just teasing me, but…”

“What is it?” asked Willa, pulling a pair of rubber gloves over her other gloves to clean the kitchen.

“You mentioned… you said something about touching yourself with gloves on.”

“I was not teasing you.” Willa took the dirty plates to the sink. “I do touch myself with gloves on. I will never masturbate with bare hands.”

“It is true, then. Because I must confess that I do it, too. I have a pair of satin gloves at home. I always put them on when… Can I help you with that?” she asked, pointing at the sink filled with hot, soapy water.

“No, just give me that pot, please,” said Willa. “I'll be done in a minute.”

Erika passed Willa the empty pot that was on the table. “You see, my parents… Those gloves Mhairi gave me — I always leave those gloves at Mhairi's. I can't risk my parents finding them,” explained Erika. She took a kitchen cloth, held it under the running tap, wrung it out and cleaned the dining table with it. “What I want to say is… I have never had the chance to masturbate with latex gloves on.”

Willa turned off the water tap and took her rubber gloves off. The shoulder-length latex gloves she was wearing underneath were clean and dry.

She waited while Erika washed her gloved hands. Then, she put her latex-clad fingers under Erika's chin and lifted her face so they could look each other in the eyes. “You want to masturbate here, in my house, today. Am I right?”

“That's the idea,” said Erika with a sheepish smile.

“You dirty, little Erika!” exclaimed Willa. She put on the sweet smug smile her face got when Erika flirted with her in front of other people, and she answered things like: “Wow, Erika, I didn't know you felt that way! I'm flattered, but already taken. But I do have a very cute second cousin.”

“I know it's a strange request.” Erika sat down. “I'm sorry for even —”

“No, don't be sorry! Let's do it!” Willa walked around Erika's chair. She placed her gloved hands on Erika's shoulders, bent forward and whispered. “We're going to spend the whole afternoon masturbating in our long latex gloves.”

“Isn't masturbating kind of a personal thing? What I was asking for is actually —”

“Of course it is personal! You touch your own pussy, I touch mine. But we still can do it next to each other. Boys do it all the time. It's like watching the telly or playing a game together.”

“How do you know boys do it all the time?”

“I don't know, but I saw a film about a summer camp. And there were three boys who shared a bedroom and they did it together all the time. They even bet who came first, or who would shoot the farthest, or —”

“Eew, that's disgusting,” said Erika. “You don't want to bet who has the most orgasms, do you?”

“Come on, it will be fun.” Willa, still standing behind Erika, pulled Erika's head backwards and kissed her on the tip of the nose. Then she took Erika by the hand and led her to her bedroom. “Sit down,” said Willa, patting lightly on the foot of her bed. “Just let me make us some space…” She took the three large stuffed bears that were at the top of her bed, grabbing them by the ears with little care, and threw them out to the corridor. “You can start taking your clothes off.” Willa stood and looked at Erika for a second. She made an L-shape with her thumb and index finger and her chin on it. “Hmm.”

Erika thought how sexy that pensive gesture looked with purple latex gloves on.

“On second thought, stand up, stand up,” said Willa, tapping Erika on the shoulder. “And start taking those clothes off.”

Erika stood up, and Willa grabbed the duvet, threw it out to the corridor like she had done with the bears. But unlike the bears, half of it landed in the room; so Willa kicked it out and closed the door. Then she closed the curtains and turned on the lamp on her bedside table. “What else?” she thought aloud. “Oh, yes, that.” Then she got a large red headscarf out of her closet and threw it over the lamp. The mood in the room changed instantly. Finally, she took a bottle of perfume that was on her dressing table and sprayed the flowery scent on her bed and a couple of times into the air.

“Did the boys do that, too, in that movie you allegedly watched?” chuckled Erika.

“I did watch it! And instead of babbling nonsense, get naked. You haven't taken one thing off. You're not getting this chance again soon. We can't do this when my mum's here… or at Mhairi's.”

Willa turned up the heating and removed her clothes unceremoniously. It took her only twenty seconds, and she was standing fully naked in front of Erika — except for her purple shoulder-length latex gloves.

The care-free, child-like innocence of Willa, standing there completely naked as if that was the most normal thing to do, was disarming to Erika. “Perhaps I should wash myself,” said Erika, lowering her gaze.

“Oh, yes! I should do that, too,” said Willa. She took Erika by the hand and lead the way to the bathroom. There she took two small white towels out of a wardrobe, handed one to Erika, and soaked the other in warm water. Then she cleaned her private parts as casually as she had taken off her clothes, hung the towel to dry on the edge of the bath and washed her gloved hands thoroughly. “Hurry up!” she shouted while she ran back to her bedroom.

Erika was left alone in the bathroom. She removed her clothes slowly, and eventually she was also wearing nothing except for a pair of shoulder-length latex gloves. Like Willa, she cleaned herself, but she did it slowly and examined every inch of her body, making sure that there were no imperfections that Willa would find horrible.

“Relax, just relax,” she said quietly to herself.. “It's not sex, just masturbating. Besides, she said she liked your athletic body, so what's there to care about?” She looked in the mirror and struck a bodybuilding pose (sort of). She grinned. That was too silly!

But then she flexed her biceps, and seeing the round bulges of muscle form inside the cuffs of her shoulder-length gloves was strangely satisfying. She made a few more poses and was oddly aroused by how the pink latex seemed to enhance the form of the muscles underneath.

Motivated by that surge of self-confidence, Erika went back to Willa's room, closed the door and jumped onto the bed.

“I already turned up the heating,” said Willa, “but you can turn it higher if you need it.”


“I won't need it, lying next to your hot body,” snickered Willa, softly caressing Erika's bottom.

“Shut up,” said Erika. She was secretly bursting with joy. “Now what?”

“Now you touch yourself,” said Willa. “Do you need me to show you how?”

“Let's just lie for a while,” proposed Erika. “Let me enjoy the simple pleasure of being naked with only gloves on. It's my first time.”

Willa agreed. And thus, the girls did what teenage friends do on free afternoons — they lay flat on their backs and talked about things only teenagers care about. Except these two teenagers were naked and had shoulder-length latex gloves on.

“The day you told us you were a lesbian you said you had a crush on somebody,” said Willa.


“Who is it? I didn't want to ask you in front of Mhairi, because she would tease the hell out of you… and probably go and tell the girl that you like her.”

“I'd rather not talk about that,” said Erika.

“Come on! We've seen each other naked. There should be no more secrets between us. Do I know her?”

“You don't,” said Erika. She wanted to scream to the world that it was Willa.

“Tell me more about her,” insisted Willa. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“She doesn't know that I'm in love with her,” said Erika.

“Then tell her. What are you waiting for?”

Erika didn't respond. She moved her hands and placed them on her crotch, like little children that think that you don't see them when they close their eyes.

“I read something interesting not long ago,” said Willa. “Apparently, it's natural for women to wait for the man to make the first move. Even now that we're all emancipated and stuff, most women who are in love wait for the man to make the first move; many prefer to risk being alone rather than making the first move.”

“Of course! Because making the first move is awful. You bare yourself letting the other person know that your happiness depends on their willingness to love you back. Making the first move is literally giving yourself to the other person, and then you are theirs, and they can throw you —”

“Don't dramatise!” said Willa. “My point was that lesbians have the same natural tendency to wait for the other one to make the first move. But they are both women, so they both wait. I bet there are tons of lesbian couples not getting together because they are both waiting.”

“So you're suggesting I make the first move?”

“Think about it. Perhaps she already loves you, but she's waiting for you to take the first step. And you will never find it out because you're too chicken to tell her that you love her.”

“Then tell her to make the first move,” Erika scoffed. “If she's too chicken to make the first move, she will never have my love.”

Willa grinned. “No worries. Just tell me her name and I will let her know.”

Erika didn't reply. She just followed Willa's movements with her eyes as Willa got off the bed, approached her bookshelf and took a long look at a row of music CDs. Willa put her gloved finger on the CD case on the far left, and then slid it across the spines of her CDs. Finally, she chose a CD and inserted it into the player.

Soft jazzy music came out of the speakers. Erika couldn't even see where the speakers where mounted, but the sound filled the room. Erika felt like floating on the sound waves of the clarinet.

“It's Gershwin,” explained Willa as she lay down again. “A special jazzy version — perfect for intimate moments. Come here,” she said, turning towards Erika.

Erika gave Willa a quick glance, then turned her back towards her and pushed her naked bottom against Willa's crotch. “Be my big spoon,” she said.

Willa hugged Erika from behind, and Erika purred with delight as the girl she loved cuddled her. Both girls were warm and happy, close together and comfortable, and they eventually fell asleep, submerged in an endless pool of joy.

This is a fictional story written by Janey Egerton. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Sun, Sep 10, 2017
Source: Jane loves gloves


probably the most commonly asked question about pro-kolgotki project.

Honestly, I don't know what to answer.
The question puts me into confusion.
OK. Let me explain this way:
There are over 7 billion people on this planet. Half of them are women.
And you're asking me where do I find my models?
Just look around. Humans are everywhere. Every day beside you. Just step outside and they're there.

Okay, but… But where do you find your models?
I don't know the answer. I just find them, that's all.

Oh, wait!
I know the Great Secret of all times…

Fri, Sep 08, 2017
Source: Pantyhose inspiration

Wed, Sep 06, 2017
Source: Flappy Idol

Wed, Sep 06, 2017
Source: Flappy Idol

Wed, Sep 06, 2017
Source: Flappy Idol

Tue, Sep 05, 2017
Source: Jane loves gloves

Tue, Sep 05, 2017
Source: Jane loves gloves

Hi, I'm fine, thank you. The thing is I was on holiday when I wrote the first 3 chapters, which is why I had to write them so fast. Now I'm working again, and I have very little free time. But I do write every day, even if it's just for a little while. So don't despair. The next chapter will definitely come!

Sun, Sep 03, 2017
Source: Jane loves gloves

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