This is something I haven't done on here before, and that is talk a little bit about my fetish for inflatables and how it all got started. In the past I have posted my experiences with them on inflates.yiff.ru and the now defunked Yahoo Groups, but for some on here who know a little of my fetish, or who have just recently started watching me I'd like to take a little time to explain how I got into inflatables, and what they mean to me on varying levels.

Where to begin? How about we step back in time to the early 80s, 1981 to be exact, to my youth when I was about 5 years old. My family and I had been living in Lincoln (Nebraska) for over a year now after our move from Fremont (same state) in the rental house we were living in, one day my aunt came over in her Ford Bronco and picked up my mom and I so my mom could go to the store and pick up some groceries, and run a quick errand or two. I remember after we got into my aunt's vehicle I climbed and made my way to the very back, and in the back was a partially inflated yellow and blue two person inflatable boat back there that I think belonged to my uncle.

I crawled into the very back and laid down inside of the boat as my aunt took my mom and I shopping for the afternoon, I don't think I ever left that boat once, except for when we had to go into the grocery store for things. As we drove on so my mom could finish up her errands, I became very relaxed lying inside that boat that I actually curled up and took a nap in it. As we got back to the house my aunt opens up the back hatch of her Bronco and here I lay, fast asleep, with one arm outstretched and firmly pulling one side of the boat into me. My mother got me out of the back after waking me up, and my aunt gives me a smile and says to me, 'You must really like that boat.' and to be honest I did, I liked that boat a lot, and not knowing from that day forward of lying inside of that boat was I aware that my love for inflatables was planted.

Fast forward to 3 years later. It was 1984; I was 8, and we were now living in our new house (we bought) 3 years after my first contact with an inflatable, my grandparents (my dad's parents) drive up to our house with a rented conversion van and asked us if we'd like to all go down to Phoenix to visit another aunt and uncle of mine for a week or so. We get down to Phoenix to their house and stay with them for the week, one afternoon out in the garage I come across a glossy multi-colored six panel 24" beach ball of one of my cousins.

I casually pick up the mostly deflated ball and take it out into the backyard to play with. I blew it up by mouth, and marveled at the feel of the ball swelling up between my fingers, and while playing with it out in the hot desert sun, it got all nice and soft. I occasionally would pull the valve out and deflate the beach ball by hugging it between my arms and chest, feeling the air rush out of the valve, hitting me in the face, and the smell of it was enticing!

At one point I decided to sit up on the patio and play with the ball, repeatedly blowing it up half way or to 3/4 full, then squeeze the air out of it with my hands. While I was playing with it like this I started to notice I started to get hard, down there *blushes* and I wasn't sure what was happening but it felt wonderful. I sat back in one of the lounger chairs and decided to go a step further with my play, I stuffed the beach ball down my shirt and had the valve sticking out at the neck of my shirt, and I slowly blew up the ball again. Feeling the warm, soft, stretchy vinyl of the ball against my chest underneath my shirt felt amazing! The feel of the ball slowly growing bigger, and taking shape from under my shirt was a feeling I can't describe, all I knew is that the feeling in my shorts started to intensify and was making me very giddy.

I blew up that beach ball and deflated it over and over, at least a half dozen times, the feeling in my shorts intensifying more and more, then while I was in mid-deflation my aunt comes outside to tell me that we were ready to go eat lunch. I'm not entirely sure if my aunt had caught me in the act or not, but she never said anything to me, nor did she mention it to my parents during our stay. All I know is from that moment on my love for inflatables had taken root, and that they did something to me that I really liked.

Fast forward to 1986, I was 10 years old; I had begged and pleaded with my parents to buy me two kinds of inflatables one being a light blue embossed printed 5 chamber air mat, and a pair of shiny orange water wings, even though I was a pretty good swimmer by then. The air mat was more of a dare devil/stunt toy that my sister and I used by riding it down the basement steps, and crashing into the laundry room door with. When we had a couple of our cousins come over and visit us we would all take turns riding it down the stairs single, or in groups of two. The amazing thing is that with all the punishment that air mat took it still held up for several more years.

During that summer in '86 my dad had went on a business trip for his work to Pennsylvania to meet one of their clients, the client had given my dad a yellow and blue two person boat, like the kind my aunt had in her Bronco 5 years ago. After he brought it home it pretty much was left in its box, and put in our storage room and was kind of forgotten about by my dad. I knew where it was, and decided to relive my earliest childhood memory of that boat once again, so I decided to free it from its cardboard prison, and blow it up.

I took the boat into the rec room in our basement, which a few years later would eventually become my bedroom during my high school years. I shut the door and took the boat out of its box, the smell of the new vinyl invaded my senses and stirred something deep within me. As I used a crappy hand pump to blow up the boat I felt a renewed sense of joy fill me as the boat took on more of its form, as I finished pumping up the boat and capped the valves I set it on the sofa and admired it.

The look of the boat, the smell of its new vinyl called to me, and my childhood innocence came back and I quickly found myself lying inside the boat. I wasn't in there more than 15 or 20 minutes when I noticed that same feeling I had when I was 8, and playing with that beach ball down in Phoenix. I started to get hard just lying inside the boat; the soft, cool floor soothed me, the smell of the vinyl intoxicating, so I got a little more daring by taking off my clothes, and going back to lie inside the boat.

My naked body pressing against the soft vinyl felt amazing, and I noticed I was very hard at that moment, the same feeling I had when I was playing with that beach ball. Being curious I decided to go ahead and hump the floor of the boat, the first initial feeling of the vinyl hit me there drove me wild, I started to hump faster and faster, my fingers clawing at the sides of the boat. Getting into the feel of this new pleasure I started to lick and kiss the inflatable boat, intensifying my pleasure.

Right in the middle of discovering my new pleasure my mom walks in on me! Caught in the act of humping an inflatable boat my mother turned as red as a stop sign, I'm pretty sure my face was just as red! My mom unable to say much all she could get out was, 'Oh my... I'm sorry. I...um, yeah.' and she quickly back peddled out of the door and closed it. Embarrassed to no end I quickly threw on my clothes, went up stairs to find my mom sitting in the living room, finally returning back to a normal color and went to confront her about my actions. She explained that I was getting older, and maturing and was exploring more about myself, and thankfully from that day on she told me that she'd never tell my dad about what happened, and that it was between her and I.

Okay, still within the same year of exploring my sexuality with inflatables I had used the boat on several occasions, I also used the water wings that I had as well. After I turned 13 or 14 I bought my first air mat from a Walgreen's and had that stashed in my room, I remember my sister had bought a silver 18 pocket air mat that she used a couple of times when her and her friends went out the the lake that she kept inflated and in the garage.

I remember on several occasions where I would go out into the garage on weekends during the summer time when the family was out of the house, and I would do a quick yiff session on that mat. One of the things I loved about that air mat besides the multiple pockets I could slide into was the smell of the vinyl. It had the smell of being water soaked from the lake, and the smell of being left out in the sun all day adding to that broken in and used smell, that smell got me so turned on, even to this day if I spot an inflatable that has been played with in the water and left out in the sun, and has that smell on it I just fucking lose it.

Sadly my later teen years went inflatable-less, it wasn't until after I graduated and out on my own that I started to buy inflatables again. Firstly it was small items like beach balls, air mats, a swim ring or two, I remember buying a Tigger bounce-on rider for toddlers from Target in '96. I loved playing with that thing and still wished I had it to this day, unfortunately due to being a little rough on it, it got popped and blew out his neck seam. :(
Those toys are so rare and hard to find today.

From most of my twenties I slowly made the transition over from regular pool toy inflatables to the animal ride-on toys, I kind of wished that I had gotten into the Intex ride-on toys sooner. I normally bought most of my toys from online pool stores, every once in a while I'd buy from a local store, always feeling guilty, and a little bit turned on when I'd go to the checkout line to check out with my new purchase.

My first big custom inflatable I bought was from another inflatable lover online who sold me his G&G palomino. He knew I had been looking for one for some time now and he offered to sell me his, as he was moving into a smaller apartment and wouldn't have room to keep it. So I took her in, and here is where Mishka gets introduced into my squeaky family as my first custom toy. Later on many other custom toys would follow Mishka; like Holly my tigress, Alex my otter, Spark my IW dragon, and most recently my Puffy Paws wolf, Wa-Ta-Chee!

The animal squeakies I have ranging from my basic Intex toys up to my custom ones have formed my squeaky family, as I like to call them, my squeaky children. And most of them I actually have given names to most of them, and that each one of them has a special place in my heart that means so much to me.

What drew me to start my love for inflatables? I'm not really sure, I suppose it was a many number of reasons why.

I have always loved the feel of an inflatable on my skin, the feel of it is comforting in a way to me. It brings back childhood pleasures of being carefree and innocent.

I love the look of some toys. My favorite vinyl type is glossy, there's something about glossy vinyl that I find really attractive and sexy! The feel of it for one is an amazing feeling on your naked body, and they way any light source shines on it, giving it a "wet" look to it as if it had been played with in the water. Matte vinyl would be my next favorite vinyl type, you don't tend to stick to matte vinyl as much as you do glossy, a bit smoother and you're able to run your fingers freely along the toy without it catching like it does on some glossy vinyl. Textured, and see-thru vinyls would be next. See-thru just for the simple fact you can watch yourself while you grind into the toy, and as for textured you don't stick to that vinyl much as you would with glossy or matte.

Color is kind of key, but it's not overly important for me. A nice pleasing vinyl color, and a wonderful paint job is sufficient enough to get my attention.

Design? If it is animal shaped it is automatically deemed cute, and a must have! I think it's funny that the majority of us who have this fetish have our specific toys that we like to play with, but from most of the people I have talked to in the fetish community we all started off playing with beach balls, and as we got older some of us were weened off of beach balls and expanded (pardon the pun) our liking into other toys.

Smells? A lot of us love that "new vinyl" smell, if it's mass produced for retail sale the smell of that vinyl is too strong, and normally leads me to getting lightheaded and suffering a bit of a headache from the paint smell. Now custom toy "new vinyl" smell isn't as overpowering and is actually subtle and is rather pleasing. Referring back earlier about that certain smell I love on toys, I go crazy when I smell that specific smell on a toy, I get super turned on by it. Another smell I like, and this might sound crazy to some of you, but I love the smell of a toy where I had just licked or kissed it. I absolutely love that smell, it really turns me on and actually intensifies my pleasure.

Things I like to do with my inflatables. Besides what most of these toys are used for in this fetish "yiffing" or "boinking", I love to also be passionate towards my squeakies, after all they are like my children in a way. I love to; hug them, kiss them, cuddle them, I talk to them now and again. Having an inflatable toy to come home to (especially an animal one) is such a wonderful thing, just having a cute squeaky animal to come home to and talk to while hugging it helps release stress, and it seems to help make the day's problems melt away.

Talking with my mate one time about our love for inflatables and mentioning the people who aren't into our fetish, or are just finding out about it I told him I feel bad for those who never got the pleasure of knowing the feel of a squeaky from our perspective. He told me that it was something you were born with, or at least developed at a very early age for most of us and that it just took hold, and that it grew from there. I still do feel bad for those who never get to fully enjoy inflatables not really in a sexual manner, but more of a comfort thing, a simple plastic, blow up toy one can relive their childhood on, and feel the innocence and nostalgia return to them.