Same here. I started with a big square piece of silk I dragged around with me. When I couldn't carry that around anymore, I took pieces of silk off the edges of blankets and kept them in my pocket where I would be able to rub them. I wind it between my foyers, press it under fingernails, sniff it so it pops against my nose. I like silk and satin and feeling either against my skin. I used to run my fingers through my wife's silk nightgowns, bury my hands in them. Tongue thrusting and sucking is always a past of it. I have been doing this all my life and I'm nearing 60. I shred the edges of silk linings in my suit coats. I love nightgowns as they cover a large area of me and I can run my fingers through and rub them for hours. (throwback to early childhood with the satin blanket.. I am not into cross dressing and am very much heterosexual, but I cannot leave this habit. My Dad died when I was very young and I told myself over and over as I held and rubbed my satin blanket that it would never leave me, I would always have silk. Never known anyone else who feels the same about silk.
IIN to love to rub fabrics between my fingers?
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Same here. I started with a big square piece of silk I dragged around with me. When I couldn't carry that around anymore, I took pieces of silk off the edges of blankets and kept them in my pocket where I would be able to rub them. I wind it between my foyers, press it under fingernails, sniff it so it pops against my nose. I like silk and satin and feeling either against my skin. I used to run my fingers through my wife's silk nightgowns, bury my hands in them. Tongue thrusting and sucking is always a past of it. I have been doing this all my life and I'm nearing 60. I shred the edges of silk linings in my suit coats. I love nightgowns as they cover a large area of me and I can run my fingers through and rub them for hours. (throwback to early childhood with the satin blanket.. I am not into cross dressing and am very much heterosexual, but I cannot leave this habit. My Dad died when I was very young and I told myself over and over as I held and rubbed my satin blanket that it would never leave me, I would always have silk. Never known anyone else who feels the same about silk.