Well now, this is a blog post that started off going one direction and changed course when I thought I was just about finished writing it!
Sunday morning in November. A clear, crisp morning, strangely quiet, the stillness only broken by a disgruntled neighbour furiously scraping half an inch of frost off his car windscreen before he can go anywhere. Why is it so quiet? I stick a tentative arm out from under the duvet and find out. » Read more
Since I stuck my head (complete with running make-up and plastered down hair) above the parapet a couple of weeks ago I’ve had conversations with lots of interesting people (and a couple of dullards, ha ha) about the wetlook fetish and our varying experiences. It surprised me to discover that a significant number of us have very similar stories to tell about how we discovered the joy of wet clothes, and that many of us knew from a very young age – even before we knew anything about sex – that there was something special going on. I’ve also spent a lot of time answering the same questions from dozens of different people, so instead of repeating myself ad infinitum in private messages, I decided it would be better to write properly detailed accounts of my wet experiences. With that in mind, here’s part one of “How Hannah Discovered She Was A Weirdo Who Enjoyed Getting Her Clothes All Soaking Wet”. Catchy title, don’t you think? » Read more
OMG, you lot are such a bad influence! 😀
So I’m working from home today, something my boss is quite happy for us to do from time to time, because the office is quite small and if any of us are working on something we can do at home, it gives everyone else a bit of room to stretch out! So I started the day full of good intentions, had an extra half hour in bed because I didn’t need to commute in to work, but was up, dressed and in front of the computer by 8.30 ready to start work. Hmm, thinks I, maybe I’ll just log in to UMD and check my messages before I get started.
Before I know where I am it’s after 10am and I’ve read and replied to loads of stimulating and thought provoking messages, but done no work whatsoever! Just as I’m making my excuses on the way out of the virtual door back to real life, someone in my messages pipes up:
“If you’re at home, why aren’t you lying in the bath fully clothed?” » Read more
Wow, I can’t believe how popular my little blog has become! From somewhere around 20-30 hits per day in the first few days, exposure on the front page of UMD has sent it to 500 hits today! I feel semi-famous, yet I can’t tell anyone about it. What a weird situation. 😉 Anyway, as you might expect I’m now snowed under with messages and friend requests on UMD, so if I don’t get back to you immediately, please bear with me! There are only so many hours in the day and as soon as I log in to check my messages, I get bumped back to the top of the “Who’s online” page and so more people see me and message me… and I still have to find time to write more blog entries!
So this is just a quick update to say thanks for your support and all the lovely messages. I have lots of ideas for future posts, including a series about my introduction to wetlook and the various experiences I’ve had over the years. My initial idea was to write my story in chronological order, but I realised that would mean sitting down and making a list of everything that’s ever happened, so I’ll probably mix things up a bit. Don’t go away, I’ve got lots more stories to tell!
I know it’s taken me a while to write this up, sorry about that! But I hope you think it’s worth the wait! 😉 And I see my stats have gone through the roof this morning so I guess UMD has finally approved the blog – hi to all my new readers, hope you enjoy this!
As I said in my last post, Wednesday was a slow day at work and I found myself continually distracted by my new friends on UMD – I’ve been a lurker there for a long, long time but always resisted signing up and interacting with people, for fear that I would be pounced upon by loads of horny guys. That sounds really conceited, doesn’t it? What I mean is, the impression I’ve gained from observing the online wetlook community over the years is that loads of guys are into it, but hardly any girls; and amongst the women who do enjoy getting wet and messy, there seems to be a far greater preference for the messy side of things. Personally, mess doesn’t do anything for me, but then I’m not keen on the idea of ruining my clothes – most items can stand up to a soaking but not necessarily getting covered in goop! So when I did take the plunge and sign up to UMD I did get a fair bit of immediate attention, but I’m happy to report that the vast majority of it has been positive, interesting and enjoyable, with only one or two blokes attempting to hit on me and asking if I’d meet with them, based solely on one photo of my arse… Anyway! I’m getting away from the point. 😀
So, I was distracted by UMD and in particular a photo set of one of my new friends in the shower in her business suit. I knew right there and then that as soon as I got home I was going to have to get wet in the clothes I was wearing in the office. This was about 3:30, so I had an hour and half to sit around in the office until I could reasonably leave. It felt like the slowest ninety minutes of my life, and even after that I had a half hour bus journey to deal with before I got home. These days the urge to get wet doesn’t seize me as often as it used to, but when it does, like this time, it completely takes over. A couple of times I caught myself staring at my fellow bus passengers and imagining them getting all wet in their smart suits, their tight jeans, their… God, could this bus go any slower? » Read more