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"The Red Jacket"

It was the week before my final exams at university and I went out for a walk around the streets of the city. I had been on the look out for the “perfect puffer jacket” for about 5 years when, finally, I found a little independent clothes shop in a back street. There, in front of my eyes, was the most soft, shiny, puffy red jacket I had ever seen. I couldn’t believe it. Dark blue on the inside too! Was my 5 year mission finally at the end...? I tried it on, feeling a mixture of excitement and guilt. My physical response was unmistakable – this was one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

I took the jacket home in a bag, hiding it from the world; in case someone tried to steal it, in case my shame and guilt were revealed. Once in my bedroom, with door locked to keep my flatmates away, I lay with my treasure and was consumed by its pleasures. A new stage in my life had started. Next, I needed a girlfriend to share this with, but would I have the courage to reveal to her my secret fetish...?

Kate and I had been close friends for about a year before we first kissed, about six months since I bought the red jacket. Over the next few months, our relationship developed, we started to make love regularly. On each occasion, I would imagine her wrapped inside the red jacket, dream that I had the strength to ask her to wear it as we made love. But even as I had these thoughts, my heart would pump so hard it felt as it would burst out my chest, and I knew I couldn’t do it.

Everything changed one Sunday night. Kate and I had been partying all weekend, as we lay in bed cuddled up, dreading the start of another working week. As we started to kiss, and my thoughts once more turned to the red jacket, all soft and puffy in the cupboard, she suddenly asked me, as women do: “What are you thinking about right now?”. Maybe because I felt I had nothing to lose, I said: “I bought a new jacket.” “Where is it?” she asked. “In the cupboard” I gulped, unable to believe that I was opening up my secret shame, my voice seemingly independent and out of control of my guilt.

It helped that the room was dark, as Kate moved towards the cupboard, naked, long-legged and slim. As she slipped the jacket over he shoulders she let out a soft, moaning sound: “It’s cold! But soft.” she said. She sat on the edge of the bed. As my arms reached up and pulled her down on top of me, a move that I’d rehearsed a thousand times in fantasy, she could have no doubt how this was making me feel. Of course, I have replayed this night a thousand times in my imagination – the night that fantasy became reality.

Foolishly perhaps, I had thought that once I had shown Kate my secret, we would be making love like this all the time. But it wasn’t quite like that.

A month passed without a repeat, even though I tried desperately to hint on several occasions. I even left the jacket next to the bed, but she didn’t react.

One cold night, however, we decided to walk to the shops when she said the magic words: “Can I wear your jacket?”

Now, I had never worn the jacket outside the privacy of my bedroom, but I was ready to take any chance to initiate another erotic, puffy embrace, so of course I agreed. Simply walking down the street next to her was making me ache with pain, my whole body crying out. Then, we stopped in a small area of trees and started to kiss. I will never forget what happened next. Kate reached down, unbuttoned my trousers and slid down my underwear. She put her arm between my legs, with one finger pressed into my behind and the thick, puffy, soft arm of the jacket pressing against the front. Using her other hand, she pressed me rhythmically against her. She totally understood my desire to make love not just to her, but to the red jacket too. She felt me approach climax and moved her arm just in time. Now it was her turn as we reversed the roles. I put on the jacket and pressed her steadily to orgasm as her hands moved on the surface of the jacket.

At last, we had completely broken the taboo and my shiny puffer could be brought into our sex life at any time, either by Kate or me. There are so many wonderful stories I could tell, and they would fill up many, many pages... an unforgettable night of passion where Kate wore the jacket for about 6 hours before bringing me to multiple orgasm... a night in front of the television, both naked apart from Kate wearing the jacket, making love as slowly as we possibly could stand... but it was our final night together that I will tell you now, to end my story.

It was three months after Kate and I split up. As compatible as we were sexually, we were incompatible personalities. It happens. But we couldn’t resist one last puffy pleasure, and Kate was intent on doing it right.

So she came to visit me one afternoon – in winter of course – and we went for a long walk through a city park, Kate wearing my beloved jacket, me bulging at the prospect of what would happen. When we returned to my apartment, we both calmly undressed, and Kate put on the jacket and zipped it up. I went towards her. “Only the jacket” she said, and from this I understood I was not to touch her skin directly. So I moved around her, wrapping my arms around her over the jacket, rubbing her breasts gently from behind, making her touch herself, pressing myself against the jacket, until it became too much and we passionately, violently, made love.

And that was the last time I ever saw Kate. She took off the jacket, said goodbye, and walked out of my life forever.

Is this a sad ending? Well, I can tell you that it is not, because since that amazing time with Kate, and our wonderful voyage of discovery, I have had the confidence to buy some more jackets and even to wear them outside from time to time. More importantly, I have a new girlfriend who knows all about my desires – not so secret any more. We have stayed together for many years, she has even bought herself a moncler, and we are both absolutely comfortable to bring our shiny, soft jackets into the bedroom, especially throughout the winter.

And why did I write this story? Because I know how so many of us feel about our guilty secret. Because I managed somehow to have the courage to reveal it to Kate, and it changed my life. Because I want all of you to have the courage to do the same, and know that there are many, many girls out there who find your jacket just as sexy as you do.

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