Where Did It All Start?
Looking back, it started when I was just eleven years old. That was in 1955.
I had just passed my eleven plus and got a place at a South London Mixed Grammar School. It wasn’t my Dad’s first choice of school for me but, nevertheless he bought me a...
I love to walk in the country wearing a shiny black rubber mackintosh. When it rains the rain drops trickle down the surface of the mackintosh making the rubber shine. When the sun comes out after the rain shower the mackintosh glisten and the smell is emotive. The...
It seems I must be one of the few people enjoying these wet days this summer. The past few days have been wet and so I have an excuse to wear one of my plastic macs whenever I have gone out. It is such a pleasure to be out in the rain whilst wrapped in my plastic mac. I am past...
I love it,
There’s such a variety,
I collect them all,
They hardly see the rain,
I like to wear it,
When in adult play,
I have a fetish!
I know I have always enjoyed wearing plastic raincoats; growing up in the late 1960's/70's they were popular. How I loved being wrapped up in my plastic mac with the hood drawn tight around my head. I had several macs during this period but the one I remember most is when my...
Yesterday was sheer torture for someone like me who loves to frolic in the rain decked out in rubber/PVC raingear, as the forecast called for 60% chance of thunderstorms starting around 3 PM, later pushed back to 4, then 5, then 6 PM (which still would have been OK as I usually...
At my boys' school many of the boys wore plastic (or to be more precise) nylon pakamacs on wet days. I had a feeling they were a bit sissy, though one of the toughest boys in the school often wore one. But one very wet day (my thirteenth birthday) my mother insisted on buying me...