Confessions of a Glove Thief

[meistrllapgoch]

Like many members here I have been obsessed with rubber gloves forma very young age. As soon as I hit puberty, the desire to wear, hold, smell, taste and experience different types of gloves got stronger. Again, like many members I was very secretive about my feelings. They seemed strange and perverted, so I kept them hidden away - the desire and the gloves.

I have mixed feelings about this, but from the age of twelve I began to steal rubber gloves. I wanted them very much and had little money and even less opportunity to buy gloves in my village and beyond without it appearing strange. I may have been a little paranoid, but that was how I felt. I do feel guilty about stealing gloves from people's houses, but not so much from public places.

A lot of my gloves were stolen from school. My registration class was the textiles teaching room. At certain times of the year, the teacher and older pupils would be preparing big projects and would use dyes. I was 12 and I remember seeing some very pretty 16yo GCSE students in natural coloured disposable gloves, working at the sink near the window. They would play with the gloves while on their hands, often re-tightening them, seemingly fascinated by their second skin. This went on for weeks, and at registration times I was always scanning the room for gloves, trying to work out if I could take them un-noticed. In the end I decided I had to be alone, so I left a book in the class or something. As soon as we all left the room, I said I had to go back to get the item. Finally I was lone in the room, but the walls were full of windows, with teahcers and puils waling past. I moved quickly, checking the cupboards under the sink, and I got my prized quarry, half a dozen latex and clear vinyl glove, stuffef into my bag.

I played with them when I got home that day. They were very exciting for me, the first time I had come accross such things. Sadly the paint and dye used meant that the gloves perished quickly and smelt badly so they didn't last long, but the thril was amazing at the time.

Another place I really wanted to get into was one of the cleaning cupboards. It had a frosted window with pattern in the glass that looked out on the yard. Every time I walked past the window I looked at the selection of blue, pink and sometimes yellow gloves, left on the inner window sill or often perched on coat hooks on the wall. Every time I was alone in the corridor that led to this store cupboard I tried the handle, and it was always closed. But after two years or so, it was left open. I think this was a lunch time, the cleaners might come back at anytime, so again I worked quickly, darting around, scooping up every glove I found. I was so excited, I wanted to play there and then but daren't. The pair I remeber were small, faded blue gloves, zig zag cuffed with bobbly diamond patterned fingers and palm. They smelt of cleaning products and sweat and they made me very horny.

My biggest triumph/shame would be the stash I pocketed from the canteen. I would have been around 14 by now. For two and a half years I had watched the team of 15 or so dinner ladies working away in the steamy kitchen, with around 4 always washing dishes. Their gloves changed of course, but mostly, they were in baggy fitting, tacky yellow rubber gloves, all except one woman who wore elbow length blue gloves. As you would expect I was a very good boy who always took his dishes back to the hatch, chatting to the hard working sweaty dinner ladies covered in gloves and soapy water. I usually asked where they wanted the plate/cutlery, despite there being a trolley for these items, because very often they would say, 'give the here' and I would hand them to the slowly and carefully, my fingers touching their rubber gloved fingers. I don't think they suspected anything, they were too busy.... I think.

I watched the comings and goings of the kitchen staff in our school with keen interest. There were two kitchens, one for older puipls and one for younger. I worked out that everybody was gone by about 2.30 but that the caretaker would go in and out of the kitchens, locking up when all was done. I had tried the doors before when I was passing and alone, but the kitchens were either locked or occupied. Then one day I was on an errand for a teacher, made a diversion via the lower school kitchen (more discreet than the upper school kitchen) and tried the door. I was open. I called out to see if it was occupied. My story was that I was looking for boxes. I had used that excuse before when I had walked in the kitchen and called out (left with a load of boxes and no gloves that time!). I waited, no answer. I called again, my heart was racing by now. No answer. I was in, I shut the door behind me. Called out again, quietly and made my way past the food prep areas to the sinks at the far side. As I got closer to the big windows looking out over a quiet part of the school grounds, a teacher walked past. I froze. Shit, this was not good. I was Mrs Price the sports teacher. Slowly, I crouched down, watching her all the time. She was in a hurry and luckily didn't notice me. Back to the gloves, round the corner of the kitchen to the sinks, and there they were... 8/9 pairs lying, drying on the metal bars that ran along the bottom of the sink/work surface frames. I wanted them, I wanted them all. It was very selfish but my heart was pounding and I wanted them so much. I grabbed 4 or 5 gloves, pressed them to my face and sucked greedily on the soapy rubbery scent. Heaven, my hands are shaking now, just thinking about that moment. Then I saw the long gloves. Shiny blue, elbow length, maybe a little higher. I picked them up, they were different, plasticky, and the fingers were very hard. I think they were pvc. I took them, I took most of them, maybe 6 pairs of the yellow gloves and the long blue pvc gloves. I can't remember where I hid them, down my pants and in my pockets I guess, went straight back to my class/errand and looked forward to bed time. They gave me a lot of pleasure for many months, every time I pulled them on, jammed them in my mouth and sucked on them I thought of the women who had worn them, how sweaty they were at lunchtime and how shicked they would be if they knew what I was doing with them.

Eventually I threw al of these gloves away, in one of those crises of paranoia and guilt that so many of us have had. And I do feel bad about stealing the gloves and how I must have disrupted the next day's work for those women. In particular I feel guilty about the woman who wore the pvc gloves and probably had an allergy to latex. But I guess in the grand scheme of things my thieving was pretty unimportant.

Anybody else have any thrilling steals they'd like to share that haven't been posted yet? If anybody wants to chat I'm YIM a few times a week.

[Jake]

Eventually I threw al of these gloves away, in one of those crises of paranoia and guilt that so many of us have had.

That's a horrible moment, when you think they'll get discovered and get rid of them, then a week passes and you just think...


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[Ceramic]

lol jake

[meistrllapgoch]

Between the lot of us there must have been hundreds of random glove caches around the world.

What were we thinking?!

[gloveloverus]

Stealing gloves from school eh, that brought back a lot of good memories

There were many many occassions that I wish I could just grab the gloves from walking by washrooms or going through a kitchen and saw the gloves where hanging on the towel racks!

Leaving stuff in the classroom had always worked for me, I used to be in art class and my art teacher loved to wear her Marigold pink gloves when cleaning. She normally would leave them in the storage room in which it would get locked out, as a lot of supplies were kept in there. Once for some reason, the gloves were left by the cleaning sink, ohhh that would be an opportunity, but not so much luck! Everyone was there to wash their stuff, so there was no chance to take them away. Ended up leaving something behind, and as soon as everyone else left, I walked up to the teacher and told her I forgot my bag, she gave me her keys and said just bring the keys back. I was surprised that worked, as I thought she would have come with me. I quickly went back to the sink and got those gloves, left the classroom quickly. I had no idea if she found out that I took the gloves or not, probably not but I didn't see her putting the gloves there anymore.

I remember when I was smaller like in grade 8 or so, I had music lesson on weekends at school. My glove fetish started when I was very small, didn't think I would be stealing gloves at all. Once I had to get to the bathroom at school, had no clue that dawn on me that gloves would be in the washrooms! Oh boy, that was bad

The school had 6 levels, when this thought crossed my mind, I found one pair of gloves in small and they felt great. Very dirty on the outside but smell great with cleaners and sweat! Inside was great too as they were unlined. Those were the cheap gloves and very bad quality.

Later on in few months, I frequently walked up to all washrooms - men and women to check them all out. Later on I found the cleaners were getting more quality gloves like Marigold pink! I love those Marigold pink gloves to death. I went through all floors and got them all. I think I went overboard this time! My backpack had at leat 9 pairs of Marigold gloves. I didn't we had that many cleaners, not too sure why at least a pair or 2 hanging in the washroom per floor.

That was the last time I was able to take any gloves from school, right after that when I went back for lessons, I had no idea but the cleaners would be in as well doing some cleaning and most of them would just sit in the hallway chatting away - sadly not wearing gloves though. However, that was the only hallways to go up to other floors. I had no idea if they knew something was up, or their work schedule had changed to weekend. That was bad for me I kept those gloves for very long time, some over 10 years actually. Those Marigold stood up very well. I had to get rid of them as we were moving but I was out so I didn't want my parents to go through my stuff and found those gloves!

I had a few occasions that my parents found some gloves under my pillow in the morning! Of course mom wouldn't say much just said she found them in my bed, I used to just moaned a bit but never gave her a straight answer. Maybe she knew or she didn't, no idea!

[meistrllapgoch]

Great stories gloveloverus, thanks for sharing. Luckily, my mother never caught me with my stash. I was caught by some builders whp were on the school once though. I had been in another cleaners store room. I found some new, snazzy pinky - red vileda gloves, still in their packets. I took maybe 4 pairs, which was very greedy and unnecessarry really. As I sneaked out of the room the corridor was quiet as everyone was in afternoon lessons. I thought I was in the clear as the door shut behind me and I started walking back to biology. Then a contractor leaned his head around the corner, "oi, you're not supposed to be in there are you?" I blushed, tried not to crinkle the packets of rubber gloves stuffed in my coat, mumbled something about looking for toilet paper and kept walking. He knew something was up. I avoided that corridor for the rest of the day

[Grim]

I'm with Jake - losing your stash deliberately is just

The only ones I've half inched were a pair of hairdresser's gloves used by the au pair when I was around 7 years old (yes, my family was rather well off when I was a youngling. Definitely not so much when I was older) but other than that I frequented antique and charity shops. I do, however, recall tucking myself in to the stationery cupboard in between lessons in primary school as that was where my teacher left her gloves. Winter was wonderful as far as I was concerned!

You're actually very lucky with regards to the parental response, mine were less than pleasant and I've had to restart my collection twice owing to them deciding to throw everything away. Understandably that hasn't happened for a wee while (20 years or so?) but I've never forgotten the lectures I received when they found my glove stash and binned it

[LatexGlove]

Yea i can relate to being a glove thief...
Not gonna lie whenever I go to a friends how for the first time or any bathroom, I always check the drawer or under the sink where ever, JUST to see if there maybe gloves.
I use to take them when I was younger and couldn't afford my own, but now I just do it out of curiosity.

My worst theft was stealing gloves from work, I noticed we had latex gloves boxed up in the storage room where I would basically go every shift to get "garbage bags" but I obviously just wanted to go to get the gloves lol.... I wonder to this day if they knew about the fetish based on 2 things...
1. The whole boxes of gloves kept running out so fast... (I would basically take them every shift).
2. There was a camera outside the room, and I'm sure they noticed my frequent shifts to the room...

Yea... Good times I guess?
A part of me always wondered if my manager knew or something just cause of the camera or something lol...

[sandyd]

I was *almost* a glove thief back in junior high school.

One Halloween, the cute girl who sat in front of me in French class dressed up as a princess, with long white satin gloves. I was in shock when she came into class, just loving the sight of her hands.

Then, she did the unthinkable! She took them off and put them under her chair!

So, for the whole hour, I was distracted by this lovely pair of gloves, just sitting there.

And at the end of class, even more amazingly, she forgot to take them with her!

Faster than you can say "Mine!", I scooped them up.

But, after a second, I chickened out and called out to her to tell her she forgot her gloves and gave them back to her.

[Rommeltje]

If it had been a porn scenario, she'd have been very grateful to you for that.