or what a weirdo I am
I am an eye-glasses fetishist. I like girls and women who wear glasses, especially those who need to wear very strong minus glasses. I like plus glasses too, however, I really prefer thick minus lenses. Frames and lenses have always drawn my attention. There is nothing like looking at a nice woman with spectacles sitting on her nose and seeing her small eyes hidden behind the thick lenses.
Since I was a small boy I have always been fascinated by eye-glasses. Glasses are also a great turn on for me. Trying glasses, wearing glasses, buying glasses, talking about glasses and visual problems, all these topics bring me pleasure and satisfaction.
I do not remember when it started nor why. All I can say about the beginning is, that I realized that women with glasses attracted me very early. I think I was about five. I also wanted to wear glasses. This need of mine had not been fulfilled for a long time, but when I had my first glasses I really loved them.
Many years later I managed to fulfill my desire to wear very strong glasses using "GOC". (see What is GOC)
Bobby
The following texts are about the history of my glasses and my fascination:
When I was a small boy I used to try my Mother’s glasses dreaming what it would be like if I needed to wear glasses. I imagined I had to wear glasses, put them on to see, clean them to get clear sharp vision, explain other people that I was so nearsighted that I needed to wear glasses full time and so on. As I grew older I liked watching girls and women with glasses. In my early teenage years, I had very erotic feeling watching women with glasses on. It was my curse and my blessing at the same time.
I remember a girl at the elementary school who wore small glasses with a black plastic frames. I think her lenses were plus lenses. One day our class (first grade) and the class she attended (second grade) joined to have a special lesson or to prepare a Christmas program for our parents. This girl was sitting on the floor with the other kids. She had blue and white dress with a square pattern. Even after so many years I can remember her pigtails and her glasses. I liked her a lot. When I came home I wrote her name about 100 times in a small block of papers. I used to draw pictures of cars, trucks and agricultural tractors (usually pulling a wagon full of potatoes - he he) and I wrote her name "Vladenka" on the top side of each of the pictures. I think I loved her the way a boy in the age of 7 can love a girl. Her glasses played an important role in my feelings.
Possibly, the earliest memory on a woman with glasses I have, is a rather blurry image in my mind. I do not remember how old I was, but I must have been younger than 6 years, because I went with my Mom for a visit a friend of her "aunt J." She lived in a new housing estate full of huge concrete panel blocks of flats. They seemed huge to me then. Later I found out they were quite small, built before 1965. Well, aunt J. wore glasses. They were horn rimmed plastic frames. I remember how I liked her. She was very kind, had a rather high-pitched voice, and blonde hair with a pony tail. Probably, it was her who influenced my feelings towards women with glasses, because my Mom told me that when I had been a little baby and when she had studied university they used to study together in a group of friends. One of the young ladies read a text, the other cradled me and the third was just listening. I wonder if it was her bespectacled face and her voice that imprinted into my mind in such a firm way, that later I became a GWG lover.
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My next memory I want to tell you about goes back to my fourth grade. The name of the girl was Lenka. She was slim, her hair was dark brown, and she wore her glasses only at school. I fell in love with her. However it was only a platonic love. I never dated her. Being 10 I was not able to reveal my love in a way she could understand, let alone accept it. I do not know if she wore minus or plus glasses, but I know I loved her very much.
There were other girls with glasses at school, but none of them seemed so pretty to me as Lenka. I do not think any of the girls wore strong glasses. Or at least I cannot remember. Lenses and diopters were rather unimportant for me then.
Another girl that fascinated me attended another class. I saw her when I was about 9. She had the type of glasses that doctors prescribe to cross-eyed children. Her right eye needed a quite thick plus lens while her left eye was covered with a gray patch. Anytime I saw her I was staring fascinated with her asymmetric face.
One more memory:
My biology teacher at the elementary school was a tall, slim lady with a huge knot of red hair. She was a very good teacher, because she loved the subject she taught. I think she influenced some of my schoolmates who later studied biology at a university. She wore small horn rimmed glasses. She was probably the first person I met who wore glasses so strong that I noticed that the lenses were different from the lenses other people wore. I remember her explaining me something near a display case in the classroom where we used to have the biology lessons. She looked at me, her face was quite close and I noticed how small her eyes were and how special the lenses were. I could not find any explanation in my mind, but I knew they were strong and her eyes were very bad. I wished I could try the glasses on. Now I think she had myodiscs (or to be exact "lenticular minus lenses") fitted in a small frame.
I do not think I saw many girls with glasses when I was a child. But the images of most of them reminded in my mind for years.
I can remember a girl with glasses I saw in a train. Her lenses flashed anytime she turned her head ... and another girl in a bus who had black frames ... a girl in our neighborhood who wore ugly cheap glasses ... a librarian with big black rounded frames (I loved her) ... sure, there were more ...
I did not know anything about diopters as I was too young, but I wanted to wear glasses really badly. I wanted to experience the feeling. I wanted to have the sensation of glasses sitting on my nose and temples sitting behind my ears.
Teenage yearsDuring my early teenage years I was fascinated by my biology teacher I told you about in the "Childhood section". I met some other women and girls with glasses too, as contact lenses were rare in the early 70s and more people wore glasses. I lived in Prague, the capital of my country. There were more glasses wearers in the city than in the countryside as inhabitants of the capital were generally more educated. During summer holidays, I stayed in the country were there were next to no glasses wearers. I loved holidays and hated school, but as the September approached, I always looked forward to going back to Prague again, because I knew there would be girls with glasses. I used to wonder if any of my schoolmates would bring new glasses to school. Some did, although not many; and they were not always from my class.
The year 1974 came, I was 15 and started attending a new school. The very first day I noticed a girl with quite strong glasses sitting at a desk next to a window. She was blond, her hair flew down her shoulders like a golden river. We had to bring textbooks from a store to our classroom. As we were going there and back I met her face to face for many times. I liked her glasses. The frames were like those small children used to wear in the early 70s, horn rimmed and unfashionable; the thick plus lenses made her eyes look big. But she bought new frames soon. They were brown plastic and large because she had quite a big head. I liked her with her new glasses. I wished I could ask her out, but it was useless to try, because she fell in love with another guy from our class. He was an ice-hockey player, tall, big, strong, blonde with short hair and massive hands while I was slim, skinny, black-haired, and I never fought with other boys. Well, I do not think I had any chance. However I liked her a lot, and although I dated many girls, this blondie was a source of a lot of pleasure, because I could see a nice GWG with thick lenses everyday.
Some other girls from the school wore glasses too. Anna had small bluish frames with some minus diopters, and although she was not pretty I liked her because of her glasses. Tamar wore minus glasses just to see the blackboard but one year later she started to wear them full time. Irene was big breasted blondie who used glasses only at the classes, but one winter day I met her at a bus stop with her glasses on. They were blue, butterfly-shaped, very weak. I liked her so much that I went by the bus with her for about 30 minutes only because I wanted to look at her. Vera started wearing glasses in the third grade of the school. I should not forget Renata, who was a full time wearer, a clever redhead with a serious look. I remember her saying she cannot see without her specs.
When the school ended (after four years) our class had about 8 girls with glasses out of 16.
There were girls with glasses in other classes too. I should mention Vera R. who had plus lenses. One of her lenses was remarkably stronger than the other. And a girl whose name I have forgotten, two year older than me, who had strong minus lenses. Her eyes looked really small behind the glasses. I think she might have had about -4 or -5 D. There was a black haired girl with thick plus glasses too. She was younger than me. I remember trying to spot her eyes which was quite difficult as the lenses were about 1 cm thick in the center and hid her eyes most of the time.
Some teachers sported glasses too. The biology teacher wore ugly green frames with strong minus lenses, the literature teacher had glasses, but the really nice glasses were those of chemistry teacher Mrs Hana F. She had big wide frames with golden decorative temples. The lenses were minus, slightly tinted, always flashing lights. I think they were plano fronts. Mrs Hana F. was special. I think she might have been rather fixed of fascinated with glasses too, because she mentioned her glasses several times, and she also made remarks about glasses of the students. Her frames looked too big for her face. She may have drawn people’s attention on her glasses. Was she a glasses fetishist of glasses obsessive? That is the question I cannot answer - although I think (or - should I say I wish?) she had been.
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You may think I often dated girls with glasses. No, no, you are mistaken. I do not know why, but I dated only two full time glasses wearers when I was young. It is stupid and it is a kind of paradox. I always liked girls with glasses, but I dated girls with good vision or those who wore glasses only to watch movies in the cinema. I wanted to find a GWG and date her, but I had a bad luck. Mostly, girls with glasses were not interested in me or, probably, I used a bad method to approach them.
I remained an "observer". I used to go by tram from one end of the town to the other looking for a nice "sighting". I saw many girls and women with glasses. The 70s were a very good time for that activity. Contact lenses were made of hard glass and they were very expensive. Although soft contact lenses were invented in 1956 by Otto Wichterle, (the link opens in a new window and goes to Wikipedia in English) a Czech scientist, the soft lenses were not sold in the country in the 70s yet. The frames were usually plastic, quite large, brown or black. I liked big glasses, prominent and remarkable frames and - of course - pretty women and lovely girls.
Very soon, I noticed that different glasses had different strength of lenses. I realized I liked strong lenses and minus lenses more than weak or plus lenses. It is rather strange and nobody has explained the fact yet, that most men who like women with glasses prefer minus lenses to plus lenses. I am not any different. The only extreme is that I say "the stronger, the better".
I did not ask the women and girls I saw about their glasses. I only watched them and tried to be as unobtrusive and discreet as possible, but I usually traveled by the tram or by the bus until the object of my pleasure got off.
As I have said I dated two girls with glasses.
Ivana was a beautiful slim brunette with big breasts and blue-gray glasses with -3 diopters. I dated her for about 6 months when I was 16. I liked looking into her myopic eyes while fondling her wonderful boobs. She was very cuddly. We hadn’t had sex until we split, but some years later I met her again and we made love.
The other girl was Marie. She was blond, well built, not very pretty, and one year older than me. She fell in love with me soon. When I realized what happened, I started dating her. We made love with our glasses on for many times, but I never told her that her -5 diopters were the main attraction she had for me. The relationship got broken after one year.
That time I found a new girl-friend, the first girl to whom I told about my fascination with glasses, but as I was 20 years old I think I will leave the story for the next part "Before Internet".
My fascination with glasses and my fetish did not die away after I turned twenty. I started going to work, often changing the company I worked for and the profession looking for a branch in which I could be happy. In the companies where I worked were some women who wore glasses full tine although none of them had really strong glasses or as strong glasses as to attract me so much that I would make an attempt to date them. I kept going for my sighting trips and anytime I saw my eye doctor I tried to simulate I needed stronger lenses. I think I was quite successful in faking my Rx but then it seem to me that the increases are not as big as I wanted.
One day my desire to own really strong glasses made me call to an optic shop that specialized to fitting high prescriptions. (I knew the shop very well as I often browsed the street searching for any customers with high prescriptions. There were not as many as I hoped to see.) I asked the optician if he could make a pair of glasses with very strong lenses for "an amateur film". He agreed he could do what I wanted. I remember the day very well. It was quite late, about half past five and the shop closed at six o’clock. Suddenly I felt that I must have the glasses. I wanted them so badly, I wanted to bring an end to my frustration, that I called a taxi, which was very unusual for me and had myself driven to the shop. We got there just five minutes before six o’clock. I brought an old frame with me and wanted the optician to fit in the strongest minus lenses he had. I was lucky as there was a pair with minus 18 diopters available. It took three nail-biting weeks before they were ready - you see, old communist party led Czechoslovakia used to work very slowly. When was the optician finally handing me the plastic bag with the thick coke-bottles he asked me who would wear them. An actor in 25 tracking shots, was my swift answer prepared beforehand.
I finally had them. My strong glasses. I was holding them in my pocket and could feet the the lenses. They were heavy, cold, and thick. There was a strange process running in my brain an my nerves. What happened may have seemed childish or stupid to other people, but it was very important for me. The wish I had had for so many years fulfilled. The world was not the same as it had been before. And - I was not the same either.
As I needed only -5 D the year I bought the strong glasses, you may ask what I did with the pair of spectacles fitted with lenses that outnumbered my real glasses with 13 diopters. Well, I wore them! I took long walks in distant parts of Prague with the glasses on my nose. My vision through them was very low, but I did not have the glasses to see perfectly, I had them because I wanted them. On one hand I hoped that by looking through the strong lenses my eyes would worsen, on the other hand I took a pure pleasure of the fact I could have them on my nose while walking in public.
I still had my hunts for women with glasses all over the city and, when I came to a distant neighborhood, I had my strong-glasses-walk. I chanced to meet some women with quite strong prescription and even managed to talk to a few of them.