Origins of Sweater Queen

How did you find your love of sweaters and what made you pursue this fetish? 

It is a common question I get asked time and time again from many in the community.  So I figured I would do a little long-overdue explaining to satisfy any of your curious minds out there.

I would guess it started somewhere around 1997-1998.  This is when I first put on a turtleneck and felt a “connection.”  I had worn them before, but never felt an attraction to others or myself in them.  In fact, before this, I was never a fan of sweaters at all.  I was young and under the impression that the more skin you showed a man, the more they paid attention to you.  So needless to say, crop tops and tight fitting low-cut shirts were usually my attire of choice.  However, this one day, I put on a thin cotton t-neck, and yes strangely, it changed my life forever. 

It was brown, like chocolate, and my hair was flaming red.  I thought the two looked so nice together.  I had skimped on doing laundry that week and needed something in a hurry for work.  The sweater was a hand-me-down of my mothers and I always had the impression that turtlenecks made people look older… not exactly what I wanted at 18.  I was skinnier then and the sweater clung to me and flattered me wonderfully.  It was when I really looked at myself and became instantly turned on by... a sweater of all things! 

When I went to work that day I noticed I was receiving so much attention from men who never knew I existed or never even looked at me sideways before.  I got so many stares and head-turns and it boosted my confidence sky-high!  I had men waiting on me hand and foot that day… getting me coffee… asking me out to lunch… willing to take on some of my extra workload… it was amazing!

So assuming it was just the awesomeness of ME that was making all these guys drool, I wore one of my cute little regular tops to work the next day... and… nothing!  Suddenly the attention was gone.  I was back to being Cinderella before she went to the Ball.  It puzzled me.

So later that week, me and a friend were going out shopping, and I had a thought to experiment with my theory.  I threw on a tight fitting pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and that same chocolate turtleneck and went out.  Again… the attention was amazing.  I couldn’t believe it.  We had guys following us all over the mall.  One came and gave me his number.  A few others tried to strike up some (rather lame) conversations with me.  Men from every store followed us around and flirted like lost puppies.  It HAD to be the turtleneck I came to the conclusion.

I felt so empowered and this sexual energy surged through me.  I felt confident and attractive.   I noticed every time I wore that sweater I felt like a seductress on the prowl and gradually the feelings grew and intensified.  I felt I was more noticed in something more covered up and less revealing than my usual crop tops and tank-tops. I loved the power and attention wearing sweaters got me.  And as you can imagine, as soon as I discovered this power, I was starting to fill my closet with more sweaters. 

Soon after discovering my new passion, I began seeing others in sweaters and felt fascinated by them or attracted to the person in the sweater (depending) or both.  This pertained to men or women.  In the bedroom, it was a change to keep the clothes on (well… for the most part) and there I could almost play the porn star and the sweetheart all in the same session.  Some men were intrigued by it and gave it a try, but others just thought it was weird or some body-sensitivity issue.

Then there was the issue of fabric. Being that my body is so sensitive, different materials and fabrics all had a unique impact on my libido.  Since I can remember, I have been addicted to satin.  I can’t resist touching it.  When I felt a soft sweater caress me like a satin gown would, it was the same addictive feeling that just set my blood on fire.  It set me on a road to discovery to experience all the different types of materials out there and which ones I found most erotic and for a myriad of different reasons. 

When I started dating someone who had the same kinks as me I thought I must be dreaming.  Like most do at first, I thought I was the only one and that people found me “weird” if I expressed anything about it.  He introduced me to a whole world of sweater pleasures and got me into the bigger sweaters, larger necks, and a new array of materials.  Now I had so many options to suit my moods or desires. One day he asked to take some photos of me (for his own purposes) and I allowed him.  Well, unbeknownst to me at the time, he went ahead and put those up on Flickr because he wanted to show me off a little.  I had been modeling for a friend’s photography studio so he probably figured I wouldn’t mind.  Regardless, they were a big hit almost overnight.  He then brought it to my attention as a “surprise” (which at that exact moment I wasn’t 100% excited about, lol.)  When I saw the response I was flattered.  I had always had such poor self-esteem and this was a delightful ego-boost. 

After developing a large fan-base in such a short amount of time, my endeavors proceeded towards a more professional approach to share quality work with those who shared my passions.  From there, I found a whole community full of people who had the same thoughts and feelings just like me.  When more and more people discovered an actual sweater-girl was in their midst… well the attention and admiration just got stronger.  I began to discover what giving back to the community gained me.  Now I wasn’t just modeling for him… I was modeling for the world!  Hence, Sweater Queen was born and became a household name.  And so… everything continued on from there…and hopefully will for awhile yet!

 

I have been at this for about 7 years now, and my closet continues to swell with new garments.  Currently I believe I own somewhere around 300?  Perhaps I should make another tally soon.  In my opinion, women are a lot like sweaters.  There are so many comparisons.  They are soft, comforting, and sensitive (as in the materials against the skin.)  Beautiful, eye-catching, alluring, and desirable.  You just can’t help but want to touch.  And yes, some can even be a little bit complicated. *wink*

People tell me it is hard to sometimes pin-point what exactly brought on their fetish of choice.  I am happy to say I can recall the exact moments of my transformation and will revel in it always!