Strong urge to get into furs

[Jerome]

Hello Kevin

It is indeed a pleasure to share my love for mink and phantom beaver with a like-minded person. I must admit that I have put together a nice collection of fur coats, but this doesn't prevent me to regret some coats that I missed and to long for new ones. Perhaps it is about this delicious moment of unboxing a new coat as we discussed before. Perhaps it is just about the exciting feeling of owing many furs. Fact is that the desire for more coats remains.

Jérôme

[kev86]

Hey Jérôme,

Thank you so much, I appreciate it !!! I understand the pleasure to unboxing a new fur coat, stroking for the first time is a delicious moment of happiness...

Personally, I know the regret of missed the opportunity to bought many fur coats, so bad... Yes of course, we appreciate the pleasure of adding a new fur coat at a wonderful collection but this is really important to fixe a limit.

Now, I have five mink fur coat and one mink fur jacket but I fixing the limit. I stopping the collection when I arriving at ten coats... I want buy a sheared mink full length, two sheared beaver and maybe I a coyote or a fox for try a new feeling and sensation !!!

Edited May 25 by kev86

[Maine Fur Lover]

Oh yeah Jerome.  I've been there.  When I first opened my 2024 arctic fox hooded fur, it was such a powerful sensual experiece putting on my naked body for the first time.

[Jerome]

Paraphrasing John Keats: A beautiful fur coat is a joy for ever.

[kev86]

Of course, a beautiful reality...

[Jerome]

Oooops ... It happened to me again. This incredible urge to be in fur, to wrap myself in my minks and phantom beavers while browsing trough my collection of pics with women in fur, to surrender to all this softness and beauty, to think about nothing else than furs and women wearing them. This delicious need to be overwhelmed by fur, to run my fingers through all its softness. A sensory deep dive under waves of fur.

Few experiences are as profoundly indulgent as the act of wrapping oneself in fur. It is a kind of ritual, a delectation and a delight. The tactile pleasure of fur is extraordinary. It generates moments of elegance, of warmth, of feeling utterly and completely at ease.

The gentle caress of my a fur coats against my skin evokes not just physical warmth but also a feeling of sensuality, as if enveloped by a soft embrace. There is something magic between me and my fur coats. They are more than elegant clothing, more than softness, they are sensual love partners. Yes, I am in love with my fur coats.

Jérôme

Edited June 2 by Jerome

[furfetist]

Who likes also to got in fur or faux fur. Soon we like to organize a Fur & Fuck in our home. It's also always possible to come to our home to see, feel or feat our collection. Also naked wearing our furs is OK or massage your fur with it or other sexual stuff is possible. You can play with you'r own or we together. Male, woman, children with parents or teenagers are all welcome.

[Jerome]

Yesterday I had a wonderful day in furs with well over ten fur coats at my disposal. It is so nice when one can slide from coat to another.

Edited June 5 by Jerome

[Arab princes]

On 4/15/2025 at 9:52 PM, Jerome said:

She likes wearing fur coats when we are together but we don't go outside in furs. Fur coats are "not done" here. I used to go out in fur in the past, but not any longer.

I could never under any circumstances tolerate living in a place were I cannot freely go around in my precious furs.

[Jerome]

4 hours ago, Arab princes said:

I could never under any circumstances tolerate living in a place were I cannot freely go around in my precious furs.

Lucky you. I wished I could say the same.

[Jerome]

These days I find it really hard to spend a day without wrapping myself in my fur coats.

Jerome

[matyush]

[Fur King A]

1 hour ago, matyush said:

Such lovely furs! Thank you for sharing! Even though it’s been quite hot in Kentucky I still enjoy my fur coat as a robe to wear around the house after showering.

[Jerome]

Even when it is hot I cannot resist the urge to get into my furs.

This message triggered this sweet and irresistible need again with following result.

Edited July 3 by Jerome

[matyush]

14 hours ago, Jerome said:

Даже когда жарко, я не могу устоять перед соблазном закутаться в меха.

Это сообщение снова вызвало эту сладкую и непреодолимую потребность со следующим результатом.

It's so elegant and hypnotic..🫦💝🦊🐩👠

[Jerome]

I love to wrap myself deep in my fur coats. Feeling in fur is a sublime experience. I have done it hundreds of times and I cannot get enough of it. There is an incomparable sensual charm when fur glides over my skin, a subtle blend of comfort, sophistication and sexual excitement, coupled with this wonderful emotion of being among the happy few who can still experience such unique pleasures. All by myself with all my minks and phantom beavers, I feel in heaven. Enveloped in my coats I forget the world outside, surrendering to their exquisite sensuality. Their soft, lush and delicate embrace awakens every nerve, every part of my body, of course beginning with the most sensitive ones. Those sweet encounters can go on for hours, sliding voluptuously from one coat to another. Each coat tells a silent story. It always feels like having a date with my minks and phantom beavers, cuddling them with love as if they were mistresses. During those wonderful moments, the ordinary melts away, leaving only the exquisite hush of luxury, sensuality and an intimate, deeply secret, thrill. Slipping my arms through the silken sleeves is to be enveloped in an embrace of unparalleled softness. The tactile pleasure is so intense and profound that I can never have enough of it. Watching myself in a mirror, all clad in fur, is a wonderful and subtle pleasure, just to admire the coats and enjoying to be wrapped in their grace and refinement. I feel proud of owning such beautiful furs and I wished I had many more. To wrap oneself in furs is to step for a moment into a realm where sensuality is a whisper and beauty, a constant companion, allowing a rare intimacy with comfort and elegance

The sad moment is when I must leave them, putting them back in their closet and getting back to the normal world.There is something extraordinary about the act, a ritual blending luxury, elegance, softness and sensuality, mixed with nostalgia of belonging to a world in which fur was the desire of every woman. Wrapped and cocooned in my furs, I spend the very best moments in my life.

Edited July 17 by Jerome

[matyush]

On 15.07.2025 at 22:18, Jerome said:

Я обожаю кутаться в свои шубы. Ощущение меха – это возвышенное ощущение. Я делала это сотни раз, и мне всё никак не наскучит. Когда мех скользит по моей коже, возникает ни с чем не сравнимое чувственное очарование, тонкое сочетание комфорта, изысканности и сексуального возбуждения, в сочетании с этим чудесным чувством принадлежности к тем немногим счастливчикам, которые всё ещё могут испытывать столь уникальные удовольствия. Оставаясь одна со своими норками и бобрами, я чувствую себя на седьмом небе от счастья. Укутавшись в свои шубы, я забываю о внешнем мире, отдаваясь их изысканной чувственности. Их мягкие, пышные и нежные объятия пробуждают каждый нерв, каждую частичку моего тела, начиная, конечно же, с самых чувствительных. Эти сладкие встречи могут длиться часами, сладострастно перетекая из одной шубы в другую. Каждая шуба рассказывает свою безмолвную историю.  Всегда кажется, что я на свидании со своими норками и бобрами, нежно обнимаю их, словно своих любовниц. В эти чудесные мгновения обыденность растворяется, оставляя лишь изысканную тишину роскоши, чувственности и интимного, глубоко сокровенного трепета. Просунув руки в шелковые рукава, я погружаюсь в объятия непревзойденной мягкости. Тактильное удовольствие настолько сильное и глубокое, что мне никогда не будет достаточно. Смотреть на себя в зеркало, облаченную в меха, – это чудесное и тонкое удовольствие, просто любоваться шубой и наслаждаться её изяществом и утончённостью. Я горжусь тем, что обладаю такими прекрасными мехами, и хотела бы иметь их ещё больше.  Укутаться в меха – значит на мгновение окунуться в царство, где чувственность – это шёпот и красота, постоянный спутник, дарующий редкую близость с комфортом и элегантностью.

Грустный момент — это когда мне приходится расстаться с ними, убирать их обратно в шкаф и возвращаться в привычный мир. В этом есть что-то необыкновенное, ритуал, сочетающий в себе роскошь, элегантность, мягкость и чувственность, смешанный с ностальгией по миру, где мех был мечтой каждой женщины. Укутавшись в меха, я провожу самые лучшие моменты своей жизни.

💓🫦👠👠🐩🦊

[Jerome]

I love to wrap myself in my fur coats. I have had this need since my early childhood, and it is still a fantastic experience. I just can't get enough of it. Ageing did not change this, perhaps on the contrary. However, gone are the days that I got an erection each time I saw a woman in a beautiful fur coat. Sometimes it overwhelms me when I suddenly feel a strong desire to be swathed in my furs. It's an incredible feeling when I feel the fur sliding over my skin, a subtle blend of sensuality, sophistication and sexual excitement, along with the realization that I'm one of the very few who experiences this unique pleasure. There is hardly any experience that yields such a pleasant feeling as wrapping oneself in a fur coat. Only the contact with the body of a beautiful woman surpasses this. This is of course a fetish, but for me it is a little more. The material alone is not enough to get me excited, only beautiful, elegant coats give me those goosebump moments. In addition to the sexual pleasure, there is also the aesthetic experience. Ugly fur coats leave me cold as ice.

I love to bring all my coats together. A huge stack of furs! Plenty of furs! Alone with my minks and phantom beavers I feel like in paradise. Wrapped in my coats, I then forget the outside world and surrender to their immeasurable sensuality. Their soft, lush, and delicate feel then awakens every nerve, every part of my body... starting with the most sensitive ones. Those gentle encounters can last for hours slipping lasciviously from one coat to another.

Every coat has its silent story. Every coat is different. It sometimes feels like I'm having a gallant date with my minks and phantom beavers... as if they were mistresses. During those beautiful moments, the everyday shrinks away and only the delicious silence of luxury, sensuality and intimate sentiments remains. When I slither my arms through the silk sleeves, it feels like an unparalleled caress. The tactile pleasure is then so intense and profound that I never get enough of it. Looking at myself in a mirror in a beautiful fur coat is a unique and subtle pleasure, just by admiring it and enjoying its shear elegance, softness and sophistication. I'm proud to own such beautiful fur coats and I wish I had many more. A bit like an art lover who is proud of his art collection. Wrapping myself in fur coats means entering a world where sensuality, elegance and beauty is the norm. There is a delicious pleasure in those moments that borders on the sublime. For hours, nothing else matters, only the embrace of my furs.

The sad moment is when I have to let them go, hang them back in their closet with a last hug and caress, while stepping back into the normal world. There is something extraordinary about these moments, a kind of ritual that combines luxury, elegance, softness and sensuality, mixed with the nostalgia for a world in which a fur coat was the dream of many women. Wrapped in my fur coats, I spend some of the very best moments of my life.

Edited 17 hours ago by Jerome

[pnwhist]

Well said Jerome. Some of the ways that you described the experience are ways I want to describe it as well and you articulated that feeling so much better.

One day there will be a moment where I can have not just one but multiple hours in the playfield. Always looking for those opportunities.