Fur Info: Fur Infohttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/?d=2Fur Info: Fur InfoenWelcome to the Denhttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/welcome-to-the-den-r44/ Before I say anything I would like to take a second to remember John aka White Fox. He was a kind soul who tried to make everyone feel welcome. Also FrBrGr - he was the reason the Den exists. Without him who knows where we would be. We appreciate everything they did, and will keep their kind spirits in our thoughts moving forward.May you both rest in peace.As I previously said.. The Fur Den was created long ago by FrBrGr, moved on to White Fox, and finally to myself. It is my wish to make something that they would have loved, and continue the good hearted nature to welcome members to this site.The Fur Den was created long ago by FrBrGr, moved on to White Fox, and finally to myself. It is my wish to make something that they would have loved, and continue the good hearted nature to welcome members to this site.
We are here to talk about fur as a fashion, but it’s other meanings to some of us as well whether it be a personal love, a fetish for some, or just a fashion statement. Fur is a very unique experience, and is very special for most of us.We are here to talk about fur as a fashion, but it's other meanings to some of us as well whether it be a personal love, a fetish for some, or just a fashion statement. Fur is a very unique experience, and is very special for most of us.</p><p>I hope that you all enjoy our new site, and will contribute to our community. It's time for a new look, and a new era of the den.Please head over to the forums to login and join the conversation. With that I welcome everyone to The NEW Fur Den.
I hope that you all enjoy our site, and will contribute to our community.
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]]>43Sat, 13 Jul 2019 05:31:02 +0000More from Fur Diverhttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/more-from-fur-diver/To Continue with my search for fur and My escapades... While in high school I hung out with one guy whose mother owned one of those multi-colored rabbit jackets. One day we were playing hockey in front of his house. His mom had called to him that his dinner was ready. I didn't have to be home for a couple of hours, so he suggested that I wait in his basement while he ate. He said that while I waited for him I could play video games. I agreed to wait for him. He told me he would be down in a half hour to 45 minutes. He led to the basement where I found the TV and the video games. I watched as he went up the stairs and closed the door. I then heard him proceed up to the second floor to eat his dinner.

As soon as I was sure the coast was clear I immediately began to look through the large closet in the large room, hoping to find the jacket. To my dismay it was not there. I then saw that there was a smaller closet to the back of the basement. I practically killed myself getting to it. Tripping over my feet, hoping that what I was looking for was there. When I opened the closet I was pleasantly surprised to see the object of my desire hanging there in the closet. There was the multi-colored rabbit fur I had seen my friends mom wear. Who by the way was a very attractive older woman. Many a night I had fantasized about her seducing me with her fur. I grabbed the the rabbit jacket and looked for somewhere to lay it down. There was nowhere to lay down except for the bench-style seat that was along one of the walls in the basement. I placed the jacket on the bench, dropped my drawers and lowered myself onto it. I was so excited to be one with the fur. I began to hump the jacket furiously. The thought of possibly getting caught made me even more excited. I began to fantasize about getting it on with my friends mother. I pictured her wearing the fur and seducing me. Needless to say I did not last very long and I began to uload. Just as I did I rolled over and grabbed myself with a fist full of fur and proceeded to finish the job. I don't know how I did it but I managed to avoid staining the jacket. After recovering I put the jacket away and found the bathroom to clean up. I managed to do all of this and actually play one game before my friend came back down to the basement.

Every day after that, when I would see my friends mom with that jacket on I would just smile to myself and wonder if she ever knewe what I had done to her jacket. I would also picture her and I having wild furry sex. To this day it still brings a smile to my face thinking about it.

Fur Diver

]]>18Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000Sableman's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/sablemans-post/I just wanted to take the time to post my fur fetish beginnings. I have found others very interesting and appreciate all who have written theirs on this forum. (Thanks Fur Burger for kind of starting it). By the way, before I get started, I am a Federal employee and I'm sitting at my computer at home and I have the TV on. The soap opera "Passions" is on. It is loaded with furs! I'm serious. Some real, some fake, but it is amazing. Anyway, back to my story. I know that some of this is similar to others but I guess that's part of the thread that links us all together. I don't remember how old I was. I know it before puberty. My mother had an old fur that she never wore anymore and it was hung in my closet. (Why it was in my closet and not hers, I don't know. Maybe fate huh?) Anyway I used to watch "live wrestling" at that time in my life and I used to pretend wrestling with pillows. Then one day, to make it more real I decided to stuff some pillows in the fur coat and wrestle it. (It would be more like a person). Well obviously after wrestling with the fur, I became aroused. The more I wrestled with it, the more aroused I became until I figured out that by wrestling the fur coat with pants off was most wonderful. Of course I got to the point of climax, although at that age, nothing came out. I continued becoming more and more obsessed with fur. I wanted to buy some for my very own. Of course not being rich and not having much money it was very difficult. And I had to hide them from my mother. I bought a few cheap fur things and I was on my way! As I got a little older, I could afford a little more. I was about 19 at the time and I found a black fox muff and a black fox collar that were quire nice. (Now you know why I used the black fox muff in my four part fur story that is posted on Frank's site and the Fur Twins site.) Anyway, I played and loved those furs for awhile. Then I went into the service. (Viet Nam era). I carefully hide my furs in my closet since I knew that I wouldn't be home for quite a while. (It ended being 3 years +.) When I came home I looked thru my closet and to my horror, the furs were gone!! I'm sure my mother found them and threw them away. (My beautiful black fox muff!!) Well, I couldn't very ask my mother what happened to my furs. I would have been very embarrassed at that time to even admit it to anyone. Through the years, I have bought some furs and still have to hide them. My wife does not agree with or like my fetish. I have tried over the years to coax her into it but to no avail. But as the rest of you, I love fur more than ever and I will never stop. And again with the explosion of the Internet, I feel so much better with all the fur fetish sites and other fur fetishists out there. It is great to communicate and share this magnificent obsession.

Sableman

]]>17Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000Minkme's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/minkmes-post/When I was little, I remeber secretly playing with my grandma's old china mink coat. While in my late 20's, I used to store things in my grandma's extra bedroom. One day, went by to pick somethings up. I wondered if that old coat is still around so I looked in the closet. Yes it was, I removed it and began to touch it. I got aroused, so I removed my pants and began to rub myself. It was so good, that to my surprise, I started pumping it and made a mess of the sleeve. I tried to clean it as much as I can. Couple of weeks later, I went there to see if I left amy mark on what I did. Well, I did leave my mark. It had dried on the sleeve, so I had to clean it. The hard part was to sneak water in the bedroom without grandma noticing what I was doing. Good thing grandma doesn't wear the coat.

Later on in life, I got married. My mother in law has a couple of furs. One day, I was there helping her fix something in the house. She left me alone in the house while she went out to get lunch. I had to look for her furs. I found her mink coat. Boy, it was really soft. I also got aroused and had to try it like what I did with grandma coat for comparision. No comparision to grandma, this was softer. I had more control so I didn't leave a mess, but it was great.

mm (MinkMe)

]]>16Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000FurDiver's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/furdivers-post/Hello all, I am a first time poster but a long time forum watcher. I was so happy to find out that I am not alone in my love of furs. My first experience with fur goes back to when I was about six or seven. My aunt had two fur coats, one was a full-length mink and the other was a full length squirrel. I always enjoyed her visits during Christmas. She usually stayed with us from the week before Christmas to the week after New Year's. My mother would insist that the coats be kept in my bedroom closet, since all the other closets were so full. One Christmas was exceptionally cold and as we drove back from church she wrapped me in her mink. It was incredibly soft and felt so good on my hands and face. When we got home my aunt hung the coat in my bedroom closet, as usual. I was very curious about how the fur would feel "down there." When I was sure that everybody was asleep I carefully removed the mink from the closet, boy was it heavy. I layed it on my bed. At first I just ran my hands across the fur. But the more I did this the more I found that I was getting hard. I got out of my PJ's and layed on the mink, face down and proceeded to wrap my entire body up in the fur. I began to hump and it felt great. As would have it I satisfied myself several times that night. After that, whenever my aunt visited I offered my closet to her. On all of her her visits I would spend hours alone with the furs. I so looked forward to those winter nights.

A year or so after this first experience my mother purchased a fur line coat. I am not sure what it was, it may have been mouton or rabbit, but it was soft. Since the other closets in our house were so full most winter coats were kept in my bedroom closet. Needless to say that once I discovered the joys of fur I had many romps with my mom's coat. As I got older my need for fur increased and I found myself taking unusual risks to satisfy my urges.

One such time was a New Year's eve party that I threw in my basement. I was about 14 and asked my parents if I could have a party for New Year's. They agreed and I invited a bunch of friends. Well when this one girl Nancy, a rather pretty girl with a good figure showed up at the door, I was amazed to see that she was wearing a multicolored rabbit fur jacket. I immediately offered to take her coat. She gave me her coat and I informed her that all the coats were being put in an upstairs bedroom, my bedroom. The plot thickens. I showed Nancy to the basement, where several other guest already were. I ran upstairs to put her coat with the others. I could not control myself. I undid my pants and stroked myself with the soft rabbit fur. Not wanting to arouse suspicion I did not complete the job. I gathered myself together and proceeded back downstairs and into the basement. Several more guests arrived and I proceeded to take their coats to my bedroom. Every time I entered the room I got turned on. I began to look for excuses to leave the party. I was always getting more munchies or drinks. Every oppornitunity I got I was up there playing with the fur. I was never really able to complete the job. Every time I left the bedroom I made sure the fur was on top of the pile. Finally I excused myself, claiming to have to help my mom, for a little while. I made my way upstairs, entered the room, locked the door and dropped my drawers. I layed on the fur for a few moments taking in the feel and the smell of Nancy's perfume. I then began to roll all over the bed with it. I needed a release. I humped and pumped for what seemed like an eternity. I began to fantasize about Nancy and having her and the fur coat. I finally got that familiar feeling in my nether regions and knew what was about to happen. I jumped up and stroked myself hard with the fur and shot myself all over the place. I inspected the coat to make sure I didn't stain it. Thank god I didn't. Although it would have been interesting to see if Nancy Noticed. I cleaned up and gathered myself up and made my way back downstairs. Ironically Nancy was the first person I saw and she asked: "Is everything OK?" I told her that everything was just great. Under my breath I said: "Thanks to you." The party was a success and I had more fun than any of the other guests.

A few years later, while in high school, I was hanging out at a friends house. We decided to go to another friend's house for a party. It turned out that the person's house who we went to was someone I had not seen in a few years. It also turned out that there were only seven of us there. Five guys and two girls. We were all hanging out drinking and due to nature I needed to use the facilities. I asked the host where the bathroom was and he directed me to a second floor bathroom. I knew that there was fur in the house because I had seen the guy's sister a couple of months before and she was wearing a very nice blue fox jacket. When I got upstairs I went into a couple of the rooms and didn't see anything. The last room I looked in had a couple of clothes racks full of clothes. Right away I noticed the blue fox jacket. I immediately became excited. I realized that I had been away from the group for a little too long. I went back downstairs and joined everybody. After a little while I excused myself again. I headed straight for the room with the clothes racks. I grabbed the fox jacket, undid my pants and began to rub my privates with the soft fur. The excitement of possibly getting caught only added to the pleasure. I knew that I needed to feel more of this fur on my body. There was no room to lay the fur out. I quickly moved to the bathroom, locked the door, threw the fur on the floor and lowered myself onto the coat. I began to hump the coat hard and I knew I was not going to last too long. I rolled over and covered my myself with the fur and rubbed furiously. Just as I began to release I jumped up and made a mess of the toilet seat. My aim was a little off. Just as I was finishing I heard a knock on the door. I was thrown into a panick. What was I going to do with the fur? How was I going to explain? OH MY GOD! I heard the girls outside the door asking if I was finished. I told them I would be right out. I opened the cabinet under the sink and stuffed the coat in there. I was hoping that they would not look in there. I cleaned up, flushed the toilet, washed my hands and left the bathroom. The two girls didn't really say anything as we passed one another. I didn't know if they had heard me grunting as I was pleasuring myself or not. I went back downstairs, got a beer, relaxed ever so slightly and waited for the girls to return. The girls came down and didn't say a word. Thank god they didn't find the fur. I excused myself complaining of a stomach ache and bolted upstairs to the bathroom. I retrieved the coat and rushed it back to the rack where I found it. I gave it one more stroke of the hand and went back downstairs to join the party. I never did check the coat to see if I had made a mess on it. I don't think I did, but I have never seen the guy whose house it was again or his sister. This was my first experience with fox fur and I have been hooked ever since.

Fur Diver

]]>15Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000Foxfurbee's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/foxfurbees-post/I'm new to this...like many I thought I was alone in my passion for furs and 'soft' female apparel. For me it started when I was about five as I was next door at the neighbours house I noticed the oldest of the three boys, who was about 10 at the time, was wearing his mother's sweater. Well I never forgot that and it set off something inside. I used to sneak into my sister's closet at night and take as many of her sweaters as I could and take them to bed with me. I did it often. I always looked at ladies wearing a sweater and found some desire to be wearing it. When I was a teen I would sneak my older sisters mohair sweater and wear it front or backwards or have my legs up the arms and satisfy myself. I pretty well ruined her mohair. I kept this passion pretty deep as I thought there was something drastically wrong with me. I actually lost self-confidence over this. I probably was already lacking but this intensified things as I looked upon it with a negative view. My mother had a mink jacket that I would sneak from her bedroom. I was in my late teens then and would use it often. One day my sister and mother went to bingo leaving me home alone and I quickly took my clothes off and went into my mothers bedroom and got the fur out puting it on getting a hard on at the same time. Well my mother and sister forgot something and came through the front door. All I had to do was head for the bathroom and close the door but I panicked and threw the fur back into her closet and ran out of the bedroom naked while they wer coming into the bedroom to get what they had forgotten. My mother laughed at the sight of me and of course they found the fur on the floor. I never asked what they had come back for and the subject at hand was never brought up. I always looked forward to winter cold nights in Canada where I live because it would be fur season. I always enjoyed looking at women in fur. I have another passion and that is angora. I love angora. I've had several sweaters and dresses that I love to wear when I would have sex with my wife. But I still looked on it as a big negative and that I was the only one who did this. I thought I was a weirdo. I have all the normal sexual desires with women but I always had this passion for angora and fur. I even threw all my sweaters and dresses out regretting it later. It was quite costly. One time I visited a banquet hall where a big function was happening. On this particular evening it was still cold out and peaking through the front door I noticed all the furs hung up. Closing the inside door to the banquet itself I helped myself to taking three of the softest furs I could find. One was a white full length mink, another was a muskrat and the other a short mink. I ran out the door, jumped in my car and drove off. The excitement of what I now had along with what I just did in stealing them was unreal. I couldn't wait to get 'into' them. As I drove I started to think of these women and what they would do and feel once the found their furs gone. I guess my Catholic upbringing got the better of me because I never did get to releive myself on them. Instead I drove back to the banquet and left them at the front door. I never did it again. I was lucky I wasn't caught either. I'm now 48. I told my wife of my passion and I now own a mink coat. I find a desire to satsify my wife more when I am wearing the fur. With her help I don't feel 'different' like I use to. I imagine some of you reading this will find some similiarities in this. I had a girlfriend who wanted to please me so much she knitted me a mohair sweater and skirt and I always wore them during sex. But I felt really indifferent after. Something was missing. I still have them. I check E-Bay all the time for fur and angora. I stumbled onto this site accidently. So here I am. Hope you liked my experience.

foxfurbee

]]>14Mon, 02 Nov 2015 21:28:26 +0000Rob9846's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/rob9846s-post/I can never remember what exactly started it off but when i was a kid we had a fur in the garage loft which for some reason i liked to wear not pleasure myself just touch it that never aroused any suspision because i always used to play up there. Also while writing this i remember a incident while shooping with my parents aged 10 ish when they used to sell furs in Marks and Spencer in the uk (15 years ago!) i was just standing there touching then a whole rack of them lovley. but i was forever collecting pictures as i got older but my mum found all of them years ago a binned them all they were with a collection of Porn mags !! but the best time was a about 9 years ago i used to have a freind whos mum had alot of fur (the bastard!) and he had a black fox jkt in his cupboard no room in his mums wardrobe and when he opend it i got a hardon there and then(the coat from our loft had long scince gone)anway his parents were out and we were in his garage messing about when i said i had to go to the loo i sprinted up stais and put the coat on and had a wank there and then it was lovley, i still had time to have a look in his mums wardrobe loads of fur i could have had another wank there and then!! but i went and left home and joined the army about 7 years ago and iam looking 4 my own place at the moment so i can have my own furs ( there a bit difficult to have in barracks!!)

rob9846

]]>13Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000Caveboy2002's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/caveboy2002s-post/My love of fur started in the late 70's when I was reaching puberty. I had watched a documentory on tv depicting early man. I was awed by seeing those scantally clad cave women tanning hides and furs. I wanted to be a cave person so bad. Ironically, my neighbor owned a sheepskin store and had furs all over their house (like I do now). I asked for couple of rabbit skins and made my own caveman outfit and found out other things that I could do with those skins. I have had several occassions with girfriends to live out this lifelong fetish and fantasy of neing a cave person. I have made a beautiful fawn beige rabbit fur blanket and have been to a few costume parties dressed as a cave couple during the years. I have a couple of mens fur coats and constantly shop for used furs for my girlfriend. I love to go to Manhatten to purchase fur pelts from a certain dealer and make new outfits to keep me busy.

caveboy2002

]]>12Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000RonGav's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/rongavs-post/At age 55, I can look back and remember how it might have started. As a very young child I would sit wrapped in a blanket and suck my thumb. (Gross!)I recall the good secure feelings I had during those times. When I was 4-5 years old, while taking a nap, the jacket of my best friend was draped over a nearby chair. The sight of the fleece lining gave me "funny" feelings that were quite unusual. I know it wasn't that sight that started anything, but I do remember the nice feeling it gave me. It's fascinating how early in our psycho-sexual development, such attachments develop. Soon after. I would enjoy the playing with another friend of mine on his bear skin rug. His mother was quite accomodating and I spent many hours rolling around, under and on top of that furry rug. Fur then became a pleasant sight for me as a child, stroking it where I could and enjoying the women in my life wearing their furs.

I would visit my cousin, Dotty, and find any reason to pull out an old fox jacket they had and make up some game so I could wear it (Monkey suit, or whatever). In fact one morning when my aunt was away,, I took my aunt's mink coat out of the closet, put it on and began jumping on the bed. Dotty -- who clearly had more sense than I -- urged me to stop and put the coat away -- relunctantly I did.

My first sexual experience with furs was when I was about 12. I actually went through a logical thought process wondering what a vagina felt like. I wondered if a fur piece might simulate it. I pulled a fox piece from my Mom's closet, brought it upstairs to bed with me and experimented. Though the love of furs did not begin then either, I sure picked up steam! At that age I desired a racccon coat so bad, but knew it would never happen, at least not in the near future.

Once while our family visited my aunt for a holiday, I snuck off to my favorite closet to visit my favorite fox jacket. This time, the pants came off and I went at it. Suddenly the door opened and my mother was standing their -- furious. The threats that came from her mouth -- and warnings of how perverted were my actions -- clearly told me of her feelings! How jealous I am of those mothers who permitted their sons access to their furs.

When my mom was away on vacation, I would take her mink coat upstairs to my room, and keep it in my closet, and sleep with it, wear it... you know, enjoy it.

About that time I also had a passion to have a gorilla costume (I still do!). I'm sure the fur fetish played into it, but there was more.( This has never come to pass, but this might be the year if I can somehow explain such a purchase to my wife.)

Thoughout my high school years I was frustrated by being embarrassed by my fondness for furs, yearning for any girl wearing a fur -- or even more commonly -- a fake fur coat. I would collect pictures where I could and wish and hope for the day when I would have a girl who would wear furs for me and when I could someday buy them for her.

In my senior year, as I was driving past a local drive-in, a girl I knew waved at me wrapped in a big raccoon coat! I nearly drove off the road. "Did I see what I thought I saw? Where did she get that?" I recall the first day she wore it to school. Everyone was gathered round as she showed off her coat. I felt I was the only one seeing the coat in the special way I did.

In college, I dated the girl who would become my future wife. Eventually I confessed to her of my fondness for furs. She cautiously accepted it. Her mother had a old skunk jacket that she had worn vitually everyday to work in the 40's. It was pretty beat up, but my wife agreed to take it. I would encourage night-time walks whenever I could so she could wear it. Soon, that wasn't enough. I had to buy her something "better." I visited second hand stores (no eBay in those days), and purchased a muskrat coat and a raccoon jacket for her. Finally I purchased a full length black rabbit coat for her, as rabbit coats were very popular in the late 60's, a mouton jacket, and a Brazotta (fake) coat.

Up to this time we still had no sex. But one weekend we decided to go to San Diego with another couple, take out motel rooms, and have the first time for each of us. She brought the rabbit coat. That weekend she learned of my connection with sex and furs. Afterward we would often have sex with her wrapped up in her rabbit coat. I still remember the stains on the lining... oh well! After several years of marriage, I finally talked her into us buying her a mink coat. We bought a full-length tourmaline mink at a department store. With my urging, she would wear it occasionally on special occasions, but soon less and less frequently. I know she felt she was in competition with the furs -- that I preferred them over her. In spite of my explanation that they only made her more desirable and sexy, and made me feel more sensitive and loving, she eventually grew to dislike wearing furs. That along with numerous other issues contributed to our eventual divorce 6 years ago.

While I was single, the internet was evolving and I was able to purchase a couple of furs that I hoped I might convince some future partner to wear. Of course I could always enjoy them in the meantime. But during this time I did learn one important thing:

Men ask, "How do you tell your girlfriend of your love of furs...?" I found it rather easy. Women love sexual flirty talk when a trusting loving relationship has developed. I start, when the topic of conversation prompts it, by saying how I find furs on women very sexy. I then note their reaction. Almost always - except in the case of extreme animal rights types and the like -- a big smile crosses over their face and they start to offer, "I have a mink coat..." or " What types of fur do you like?" or "Really, tell me about it..." It is in this trusting environment that I then slowly reveal my love of furs, and notice how they feel about becoming part of this fantasy. Most often they love the idea of wearing their furs in a sexual setting or perhaps having the opportunity to buy a new fur coat.

I soon met my current wife and we remained friends for about 3 years before we became engaged. Once things started to get serious, I slowly introduced my love of furs to her. I loved hearing her tell of how her parents bought her a $10,000 mink coat when she graduated from law school, and how the furrier she knew (and absolutely adored) convinced her to buy a white fox jacket. I told of my passions and soon I could see she was willing to please me in this way.

We planned our "first" weekend on a special trip to San Francisco On the way we spent our first night together in a beach resort -- Pismo Beach. I convinced her to bring the fox, and all I can say it was very special. Since then I have opened up to her like I never thought possible. I pull out the furs at almost every sexual oportunity. She accepts it, but thinks it slightly weird. I try to lessen her concerns by having great sex and by focusing on her -- not the furs. (But she still thinks me nuts!) I even purchased a near new full length fox coat and had it sent ahead to a hotel we were going to stay for our anniversary. When she saw it laying on the bed she couldn't believe it. It was a great moment. Though she knows I will find the least opportunity to buy a fur coat, she strongly discourages that! We really have more than we need here in L.A. and our closet is full anyway.

I purchased a raccoon coat a couple of years ago on eBay that never left the house. It was mine, but I could never get up the courage -- specially in Southern California - to wear a fur coat in public. However, just recently I wore it out on a cold night to my inlaws, then over to a friend's house with another couple, and finally on a snow trip with a youth group. Each time I found general approval and acceptance. I loved wearing it in the cold weather, yet my wife thought I was REALLY nuts for wearing that "ratty" thing. ( It's actually in great condition, though not up the calibre of her mink!)

So I endure -- trying to balance my passion with reason -- boy that's hard!

RonGav

]]>11Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000FurrierPaul1's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/furrierpaul1s-post/My love of furs started when I was a little baby boy. When I was baptized my Godmother, Aunt NellyG, wore a mink stole. I guess as a little boy when I went over to her house I would ask her to show me the furs she had. Since I was so lucky, when I visited anybody who had furs I asked them to show them to me. My best place was my neighbors house. His wife had some nice furs. A fetishes dream. I didn't know I was sexually attracted to furs until one night the neighbors were going out and came over to our house. The wife was wearing a fox stole, real soft, and I could barely contain myself. I dont remember exactly how old I was 3-5 years old and I wanted to rub my cock against her fur. My mother kept telling me to behave and calm down. How could I calm down??? I have loved furs since I was a little boy and still love them as much. Christmas Day at church was wonderful too. A lot of the women wore their furs and some even showed off their new ones. Tremendous eye candy. Downtown was also a lot of fun at Christmas time and leading up to Christmas. A lot of times when we were down there, I would brush up against a womans fur,in the department store, just to get a feel of it. Fur on the arm is great. Esp when you are 8 years old. Just picked up a mink cape last Friday for $35. Light brown mink,soft and mink on both sides of the collar. Another happy fur fetish scores again.

furrierpaul1

]]>10Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000Fluffy272's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/fluffy272s-post/For me it started when I was quite young. I remember we had an art class where we had to make a mask. This was in maybe 2nd grade. I can rember the teacher had a bunch of bins with different material we could use for our mask. There was a bin labeled "fur". I went to that and from what I can remember there was maybe 2 coats cut up into fairly large pieces. I took a big part of a seal coat. I can remember getting that home (on my mask) and expierementing with it. Another one I can remember was my cousins mom had a fox fur coat in a closet in their house. I used to go there when during the day when the folks were working. We used to play hide and seek and I would always find myself in that closet up against that fox fur coat (pants down).

I can also remember going to church as a kid and seeing all the fur coats hung up in the breezeway. I still today, scan the line of coats hung up in church looking for fur.

fluffy272

]]>9Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000BluFoxx9's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/blufoxx9s-post/What Started Your Love of Fur?



Thank you robinfur for the welcome. After reading through the other messages I feel better knowing Im not alone. I always thought I was a weirdo. I know now that I am a highly sensuous person. My first encounter that I can remember was when I was about 7 or 8 yrs old sitting on the heater vent looking out our front window and seeing something being blown down the sidewalk by the wind. It looked fluffy and brown so I ran out to see what it was. It was a large fluffy racoon tail. I picked it up and when I felt the fur something came over me right away. I didnt know anything about sex or being turned on or anything I just felt weird. Well that tail became my little friend. I took it to bed with me and it felt good between my legs, and when it rubbed against my genitals that was it. I didnt know it then but I was hooked for life. Everytime from then on I would see fur in anyway shape or form a huge powerfull feeling would come over me. Sometimes my nextdoor neighbors would go on vacation and ask me to feed their cat while they were gone. They had a giant long hair luxurious sheepskin rug in there den. It became mine while they were away. I was probably 9 or 10 then I would strip and run around their house naked rolling around on the fur carry it around drape it over my back. so much sneaky fun. Then one christmas my dad bought my mom a mink stole. I could not believe it. Pure Heaven. I would act sick so I could stay home alone from school. The second the door closed and I was alone I would RUN to my moms closet and remove the mink and play with it all day long. I would orgasam just by smelling the musky mink... I would also always be looking at the sears and macys catologs always looking for fur pictures. I did the at church thing where the women would wear there fur coats and stoles. I would always try and sit as close to them as possible just to hopefully get a brush of the fur against my arm or hand. Once I sat right next to a lady with a gorgeous silver mink stole I will never forget, she placed it on her lap and folded it over so it kind of touched my arm between my wrist and elbow I remembered it as eternity hopeing she would not move at all. I froze and didnt move my arm at all. I was in heaven sitting in church with that hard stiff feeling between my legs...There were many instances like this. When out shopping with my mom I would always try and brush against the furs on display or one being worn by a shopper. Then it happened...I went to stay with my rich aunt and uncle for a week. They put me in the guest room. I could not believe my eyes when I walked into the room there on the floor next to the bed was a giant white longhaired sheepskin. I was in heaven again. As soon as they went to bed and said good night I couldnt get that fur into bed with me fast enough. Naked under the covers all warm and fluffy, I must have had 20 orgasms that first night. I slept with it every night and put it back on the floor in the morning. Around the third day I poking around in the closet in the guest room the closet went in deep and behind some coats there were some bags with zippers hanging on hangers. I zipped down the zipper to see inside and almost died. There were 3 bags. The first one was a white thick fur jacket (probably fox, the only fur name I new was mink). The next zipper revealed a giant full length mink, and behind zipper nr 3 came a giant full length probably fox coat, so thick as I clawed my hand into it. This discovery was during the day, and I remember thinking why didnt I look in here sooner I was only staying there 2 more days... I couldnt wait for bedtime that day. All day long I thought about those furs in the closet, NOTHING in the whole world mattered other than going to bed that night and anticipating those glorious furs waiting for me. Needless to say I had my own orgy that night. I put the luxurious rug into bed and then very quietly pulled the furs. The sound of the zipper slowly revealing my first real fur coats. The smell of the furs intoxicating. I pulled them out and tryed them on one by one. Then I took one and turned it inside out and was completely surrounded by fur for the first time. They all came into bed with me and what a time we had. Pure bliss... needless to say she was my favorite aunt...from then on my life long ambition has been to satisfy my life long love of fur... I have a nice collection now 7 full length blue fox (my favorite fur, although I have yet to feel sable), 3 blue fox jackets, 2 full length minks, 1 mink jacket (I can still orgasam just from smelling mink), 16 giant fluffy sheepskins, 2 full length crystal fox coats, giant fur boas...my giant walkin closet has become my "fur den". Someday hopefully my den will include a sable...I will have more true fur stories to share in the near future.... your obsessed fur friend

blufoxx9



]]>8Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000Fox4Me's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/fox4mes-post/I can't imagine myself without my fur fetish. This is who I am. Nothing, but nothing can arouse me like a beautiful fur. I live for my times alone with my fur collection. Just writting this is making my heart beat faster as I slip on my blue fox stole. I need furs in my life. I am fortunate to have an understanding wife who loves fur as much as any woman could. When I put on my floor legenth blue fox coat and go out with her for the evening, I'm in Heavan. I wear one of my furs out as often as I can. My wife always tries to get me to wear one whenever we go out. I'm happy to oblige. Sorry to go off the point. I'm a happier man for my fur fetish. It's just another thing to make this life more tolerable. Thanks for your ear and giving us a place to share our views. It's nice to know that I am not alone.

fox4me1

]]>7Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000FurPlow's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/furplows-post/My first experience was,as is common, beaver lamb. I was about 11 or 12 and had had what I now know to be, errections whenever I saw touched or even smellt my mother's full length brown BL coat. It had dark brown satin lining and I had been used to 'playing' in it for a few years. You know, just dressing up. I used to slip my legs into the sleeves and pretend they were fur trousers. What I hadn't noticed wasthat I was gettin more and more rough with them; pulling them tighter into my crotch. Until one day the innevitable happened. I came all over the lapels. I was transfixed. Up until this point I thought spunk was white spekkles of dust ...not a torrent a white 'glue'. I thought I had died or had some medical mishap. No, I was just beginning a deep and abiding fascination with fur. My first Love. In many ways I wish it hadn't happened and then I could have been free of the terrible burden fur-love is. There's no going back. Once your virginity has been 'broken' by fur you are effectivelly hooked (or even married to fur?). A terrible thing to contemplate now that I have been married 'for real' for many years. But it's still there. I used to sneak that BL coat out whenever I could. Sometimes faining sickness to have the day to myself with the BL coat and a detached Black Fox collar which was lined with black satin and was of 1st class quality. The first 'snick' of the coat hangar as I gently lifted 'my love' from the rails would have me shivering uncontrolably. The BL fur was easy enough to clean but the smell of fish(?) was very strong so I resorted to using small polythene bags over the shaft ...held on by rubber bands. Suitably protected I would spend hours inserting my penis into every crevice of the fur ...only to lose the darned bag when I got to orgasm. I would promise myself to be more careful next time. But no, I always came over the pelts ....until one day I spurted a rather large quantity over the satin around the hem ( I particular favorite part for me) ...the stains I couldn't get out. They were there 30 years later when the coat was thrown away. So, my mother new. When I brought my girlfriend home for the night at the age of 19 ..she slept in my bed and I slept downstairs on a foldup bed (it was the sixties) my mother came in and covered me up with her natural coney full length. If that wasn't a desparate act of sabotage from a jealous mother Idon't know what is. Anyway we got married.




I had broached my furfetish with my wife to be in a very frank and forthright manner. She 'accepted' it as not being a show stopper. My collection of furs has, inevitably, grown out of control and she will no longer have anything to do furs. I, howver, cannot abandon my first love. I can just about guarantee that this would be the outcome of most married fur fetishists ...FrBrGr, you are the exception. Stolen moments with as many furs as you can wear at once and in every possible configuration.



]]>6Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000Ola's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/olas-post/What Started Your Love of Fur?





Hi! First time that I write here. I´m from Sweden so excuse me for my sometimes bad english! I´m an 18 year old guy who just loves fur! I don´t really know exactly what started my passion for fur. I know that my grandma used to have a mink coat that she carried around me with when I was a small child. I think that this must have been the start. As I got older I used to sneak in to my grandma´s bedroom and take her coat to the toilet! There I walked around in the coat and just loved it. When I was around 11-12 I started to take of my clothes under it and this led me right in to masturbating with the coat. And I just loved it! My second furexperience was when I started to look around in my familywardrobes. I didn´t find any at home but at an aunt that I´m often stay with I found another mink! I must have been 12 or 13 at this time. I´m often sleeps over at my aunt and I had the luck to get in the same room as the minkcoat! What nights I´ve had there! Sometimes I was up all night and masturbated on and on and on... Nowdays I use the coats as often as I can...I own a Prada-foxcollar an a fake hat but as I move to my own place I´m going to start to buy many furs of my own...bye for now! Hope that more people will tell how their love started!

OLA



]]>5Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000Post by Furry Yooperhttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/post-by-furry-yooper/What Started Your Love of Fur?



My interest in fur also began about age 3. There is a family snapshot of me wearing an old fur coat on my grandmother's porch in the middle 1940s, but I have no other recollection of the event. It was a flat fur, but I have no idea what kind. The only relative who had a fur was my favorite aunt, who had a mink jacket that I saw her wear only twice while I was growing up, but I had to feel it each time.

It was not until I was in graduate school in the mid-1960s that I really woke up to fur. Walking past a furrier's one day I noticed a man's, woman's, and child's wolverine parkas in the window. It was a real revalation to me that there were furs for men. A few weeks after that Look Magazine ran a photo showing men's furs that Macy's had imported from Britain. The model in the middle of the photo was wearing a thick, fluffy red fox jacket. How I wanted to exchange places with him! While I was looking for my first job, I was seriously thinking about ordering a fake raccoon coat out of a Sears sale catalog, but my mother talked me out of it, telling me to save my money for a real fur. Mothers can be so perceptive at times!


Once I was on my own and had my own apartment I was free to indulge in furs as much as my finances would allow, and I have (as another thread shows). My reaction to furs, whether men's or women's, has always been to wonder what it would feel like to be wrapped up in that particular coat. And I have always had a strong preference for the long-haired furs: coyote, fox, Finnish raccoon, lynx. Where this came from I haven't the slightest idea, probably some long-forgotten experience.


Furry Yooper



]]>4Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000Furking's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/furkings-post/What Started Your Love of Fur? By FurKing





OK , my fur story - ever since I can remember, I have longed to be wrapped up soft and snugly - this is going back to my earliest memories, say circa 2 or 3 yrs old.

I can remember playing outside the house and being envious of my little sister in her pram all wrapped up under the blankets (at that point, I had no idea that furs even existed).


A little later, I used to take the blankets off my bed to wrap up in! Then about the age 6 or 7, I started to have to go church, a real old (Norman) cold and draughty one. There, I first noticed furs, still never having even touched one. They were usually 'only' musquash (muskrat) and worn by much older women. How I envied them all wrapped up warm. And what exactly was that mysterious attraction I had for the furs they were wearing? I felt confused, but it didn’t stop me staring. This is about the time my Mum caught me in bed with the new fake fur bathmat!!!!! A tad embarrassing.....


The experience that really got me going with fur was when I was 11 and went to Canada for the summer holidays. On the flight out just across the aisle was and older lady, about 55-60, very elegant, still quite attractive, obviously very much enjoying wearing her mink stole under the aircon, while smoking cigs in a holder - I couldn't keep my eyes off her..... I think it was then that I was hooked on furs (but luckily not on smoking!) While in Canada, the country for furs (that much I did know), I desperately sought out shops and pics, but being only 11 and mostly in the countryside, I never saw any fur shops, and only one pic – a white mink heart-shaped dress collar in the Eatons catalogue, summer 1968.


Two other things happened around this time. First my parents bought winter coats with beaver lamb collars for both my sisters. How I used to envy them as I insisted on sitting in the middle of the back seat in the car on family outings.


The other fur event at that time was the purchase by my Grandmother of a Canadian musquash coat. Unfortunately, I wasn’t invited along to the fur salon, but I’d love to have been…… However, soon after, when we were all on a visit, my mother and sisters all tried it on, and I actually wound up the guts to ask for a try myself – oh it was so gorgeous, the first fur coat I ever tried on, so briefly, alas – what a feeling! I used to love going round to granny’s on my own, just in case, but it was another six years before I had an opportunity to have that coat to myself for a short while…… And even then it was a unique occasion, sadly.


However, I didn't get my own fur until I was 14. Around that time our family acquired a fox pelt which was supposed to belong to my sister, but I soon purloined it. Almost the same time I discovered how to 'lock' my room with my waste bin, cricket bat and bibles (I just knew there was a use for them somewhere!) wedged against the door and furniture. I was in heaven! Amazingly, it was then, in my undisturbed privacy, that I discovered masturbation by accident with the fox fur! It was an extraordinary feeling, and I was so surprised the first time I came!! But I was hooked from then on, despite the guilt feelings, feelings of guilt which were so strong that I vainly attempted to keep the fox fur in the attic out of reach to avoid temptation. Needless to say, I always went back to that fur, so powerful was the urge, so pleasurable was the experience.


Since that first teenage fur and that first sexual experience, the discovery of masturbation with fur, I’ve not looked back in my quest for fur. Since then too, I have almost always owned a fur, more recently being able to acquire quite a few more. This fabulous desire is as strong as ever.


Those guilt feelings have only really been completely eliminated these last three years with the advent of the internet and our ability to share our experiences. What a liberator the internet is. Truly, those fur freaks who missed out on the internet age were terribly deprived, and equally truly, the younger members of our net community should reflect on their incredibly good fortune.


Looking back, I think I always had it in me to have this wonderful predilection for furs. It grew with each new experience building on and confirming previous ones. However, in a conversation with my mother not so long ago, one other thing came to light. As a boy, I remember my sisters having a small white fake fur hooded jacket that they used to dress their largest dolls in. I simply don’t know how it got into the conversation, but I was nearly knocked out to hear that that jacket had originally been given to me, yes me (!), as a christening present, by a family friend from France. Bless her! Could that have been the trigger for my fur predilection, when I was just months old, before the dawning of my own conscience? And I only remembered that lady for the fabulous sable jacket she had when I was in my late teens – but that’s another story…



]]>3Mon, 02 Nov 2015 21:20:23 +0000FrBrGr's Posthttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/frbrgrs-post/

The following is FrBrGr's introductory message that he posted at the Melody site about these original messages.'''

Quoting FrBrGr:

 

I really hope you enjoy reading these posts as much as I enjoyed having them in the "old" Fur Den! What really makes me sad, though, is in moving these from the "new" Den to this forum, I somehow lost two posts. That means that five or six stories were lost! If any of you "old" members read the posts after I moved them to the new Den, and you don't see them here in this forum, please email me and let me know. Maybe we can recreate your story. Sorry about this - I'm still kicking myself for this mishap.

>><<

The following is a post by FrBrGr from the Original Den telling a bit of how his love of fur began.

What Started Your Love of Fur?

 

 

OK, you've read everyone else's, now here's mine!

It was either my mother or a magnificent Silver Fox Fur Collar. . . ! Now that's what many would call a rhetorical statement! LOL

For the sake of this discussion, though, I'll briefly recap the story. When I was very young, I had the somewhat questionable habit of taking off my clothes in the middle of the day. Not so bad if it was at home, but my mother has told me stories of how I would do it at other people's houses. Once, I even did it in Sunday school! I guess I did pose some problems for my folks! At any rate, one day I was running about the house - naked, as usual - when I jumped up on my parents' bed. Laying across the bed was my mom's winter coat, which had a huge, silver fox collar. I can still remember that magnificent piece of fur to this day! Out of curiosity, I'm sure, I reached over and touched the fur. I remember that I liked the way it felt, and so I pulled it over to me so that it was touching most of the front of my little body. I remember that I was mezmerized by the fur. I stroked it and loved the sensations of it touching my body. I must have been in an altered state of consciousness, because I did not notice that my mother had come into the room. I remember that she screamed at me and snatched the coat away from me. She scared me to death, and must have made an indelible mark in my mind that this was something that was extremely forbidden. Now, I'm no psychologist, but I am willing to bet that this is how it all began. To my mind, anything that felt that good and was that forbidden had to be something to covet and enjoy. But secretly, because, after all, it was something that I shouldn't do.

I don't remember any other "close encounters of the third kind" for many years after that although I do remember taking notice of every fur collar, every fur muff, every fur hat and every fur coat after that. I also remember sneaking feels at every opportunity. Carefully, because I didn't want the wrath of mom heaped upon me again. But there was nothing like that first encounter until I was into puberty.

By that time, the fox collar was history, only to be replaced by a coat with a sheared beaver collar. Then there was my sister's Davy Crockett hat. It wasn't a genuine coonskin hat; the hat part was made from rabbit fur. It only had a genuine raccoon tail. One day, when no one was home, I came across the hat. I stroked it and brushed it against my face and a funny thing happened to me. For the first time in my life, I started to get an erection. Now I don't know why I did it. Whether I remembered how good the fur felt against my body years before I can't say. I just remember that the next thing I did was to undress. I began to rub the rabbit fur against my body and then around my penis and I remember what a thrill that was. Then I remembered that my sister's hat wasn't the only thing in the house that was soft and furry. There was the COLLAR! That allowed me to rub my body and my penis at the same time. I'll never forget that first orgasm. It scared the hell out of me, but at the same time, it was the most incredibly wonderful feeling that I had ever had. I messed up my sister's hat a little, but in spite of that stuff that came out of me and into her hat, I was still alive and already wanting a repeat performance. This time it was with the sheared beaver collar, and that felt even better. From then on; from the very first time I masturbated, I have always done it with fur. From then on, I have always loved the thrill that I have gotten from fur touching my body. And from then on, I have always looked forward to the next time that I would do that forbidden - but wonderful thing.

I have graduated from a Davy Crockett hat and a sheared beaver collar. First, there was a bunny fur stole that I bought "for my sister." That's what I told the sales clerk. I remember that I was so very embarrassed buying it - wondering what the clerk really thought - but all the while my heart was racing because I knew what I was really going to do with the stole. Then there was the first coat. Again, a bunny fur coat that I bought after I had graduated from college and left home for good. Then there was another and another and another. Now I have a collection of over eighty coats and jackets. I have graduated from bunny fur to fox, although I still love the feel of bunny fur against me. Sometimes I even prefer it to my fox because of its incredible softness. I also have accumulated fur mittens, hats and boas that I use in every way my imagination has let me. I have made a fur coccoon that is incredible to crawl into. And to think that it all began almost a half-century ago when a little boy very innocently jumped up on his parents' bed and became interested in his mommy's fur collar.

Ask me if I'm happy that it happened to me, and you'll see a huge smile come across my face. "YES!" I will tell you. "YES!" I love fur. I love the way it feels against me. I love the way it thrills me. I love the way it calms me when I'm stressed. I love the way it excites me, and I love the way it satisfies me. I used to be ashamed of the way I felt. No more. Thanks to all of you who have made me feel very much at ease with my fetish. I know I'm not the only one, and the more I live, the more I see others who I suspect are still in the closet. Some of which who will never feel comfortable with the way they feel, but some who will come to accept their fetish. . . and enjoy it.

 

FrBrGr's original message of tearing down the old site and a message here by FurKing.

First, BrGr's Message. You can still find it today in our Archives

 

I am about to do something that I have always dreaded doing, but for everything, there is a season. The old Fur Den served its purpose. It brought together many like-minded people and it forged many long-lasting friendships. It was relatively small and rather quaint, but it was an oasis of a sort, and a safe haven for all of us looney fur freaks. I sincerely hope that in its new venue, it still offers the same warm, friendly and genuine approach as the old one did.

Anyway . . .

I'm going to tear the old Den down, but before I did, I wanted to glean some of the better posts from there. Not necessarily the best-written posts, but posts I think are of interest to all fur lovers.

In the first of many posts I'm going to bring over here, I am going to start with posts from "old" Denizens describing how this magnificent obsession began for them. I will identify subsequent posts in the subject line as "Old Den Archive Post." Appropriately, this first post was written by my former partner in the old Den, Fur King.

I hope you will enjoy this, and future posts. FrBrGr

 

]]>2Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000History of The Fur Denhttps://www.thefurden.com/home/history/history-of-the-fur-den/This was taken from the wiki of the old den.

These messages contain a bit of history from the Original Den. We hope you enjoy them.

Our original site was just a tiny little site. You know I can remember when BrGr first announced it on a site called NTC and indeed I still remember the night about a month later when I first went there. I can't remember for the life of me our host name, but the site was mostly yellow background with black letters as I recall. But I can remember the first time that BrGr actually took the time to make a personal reply to me by email about one of my posts. No, there were no PM's back then and there was only one forum. I have commented to different folk lately on how I remember how proud that BrGr was when he came on site to announce that we actually had a thousand posts by members.

He was so proud of that fact. That was a big day for us all. BrGr saw fit to save a number of messages of real value from that site before he deleted all. This thread is saved for those original messages. Again, this thread is locked and we will never add more messages to it. These original messages from the original Den deserve a place of honor on this site, and friends this thread is that place. No other messages will ever join them on this thread.

Thanks to all members who posted these messages, and thanks to FrBrGr for taking the time to save them.

I do hope that these messages mean as much to you as you read them as they do to all of us. They are a part of the history of the New Den. And far more they show just a little part of the life of some of our most dedicated members here. We hope you enjoy them!

Note... Melody and the Den described above were integrated from two individual sites I believe on Friday, Jan 10, 2003.

 

 

 

 
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