I am a slave to wool. I cannot see a woolly jumper without feeling the urge to touch it, to wear it, to feel my whole being immersed in wool. I have a powerful fantasy to be locked inside a soft woolly outfit, no part of my entire body uncovered, and unable to free myself, barely able to even see through the wool, dragging every thick breath through the knitting...

The magic words: wool, woolly, cashmere, angora, mohair, alpaca, jumper, balaclava, cardigan.. words to conjure up a whole world of softly encased eroticism.