The very first time I saw gloves was on a video case of a singer, she was wearing a white dress and short white lace gloves. I became intrigued for no apparent reason, maybe it was before it's my first time seeing a glove on a real person and kept watching the music videos despite not liking any them.
Fast forward a few years, my mom bought some latex gloves to dye her hair with. My stomach immediately cringed for no reason when I saw the those gloves being put into the kitchen drawers and I instinctively decided that need to feel them. I crept downstairs at night and slowly opened the drawer. The smell of the gloves flew out from the drawer and engulfed my nose, it was way stronger than what I felt at the dentist's. It was strangely pleasant unlike any feeling I've felt before. I stole a pair of gloves and immediately tried to race back upstairs, only to hear my dad coming down.
I panicked and didn't know what to do, so I just stuffed the gloves into my pajama top's pocket. My dad came down and looked at me strangely, then he said "Son, don't come down at night without telling me next time. I thought you were a thief." and just went back up. It was one of the biggest reliefs of my life to honest, I quickly went back to my room and tried wearing the gloves. Needless to say I felt that it was totally worth it. Sometime later, I found some cotton gloves in my mom's drawer. As you can guess I tried them on immediately
I wasn't so lucky this time around however, as I got caught red-handed. Although my parents were out, the house keeper came in without a sound and I couldn't take the gloves off in time. I got told off for playing with my mom's stuff by the housekeeper after that 
, luckily though she didn't tell my mom. I was very embarrassed and angry at the same time I stopped seeking out gloves in the house for a very long time. However I secretly started collecting pictures of ladies wearing gloves not long after that. Both my parents were computer illiterate and pretty much bought the computer for me to study at that time, so it was a safe haven for my fetish to flourish I will post the second part of my glove fetish origin story later, which will probably include everything up until the present.
About a month ago I contacted a lady boy near my home who offers sexual service, which could probably be called prostitution. It's not that I support prostitution, however curiosity got the better of me. Also lady boys tend to more understanding of a man's fetish than girls so there's that. Anyways, I visited her (or him?) and we proceeded to do oral sex and I had the lady boy performed prostate massage on me wearing medical gloves. The gloves felt great but... well. She was apparently a pre-operation lady boy, and while very pretty, still has a voice that's somewhere between a man and a woman. I will skip the details of my sexual activities and on to the results. Yup, glove fetish doesn't go that far for me. I ended the day feeling like I had a bad hangover and threw up as soon as I get back home. 
I will take your word for it. 
