I’m back, sorry! (I don’t mean “sorry I’m back”, I mean “sorry I’ve been away for so long, but I’m back now”)

Me about to get in the bath fully clothed

I have been a terrible person.

I haven’t posted anything for months. Nearly the whole year. I mean, I have excuses, plenty of them, but I don’t really want to go into them here in any great detail, except to say that I’ve had a bloody awful year. I might do a post over on Braindump because nobody ever reads that, but I’ve been amazed to see that people are still visiting here even though I haven’t posted anything in months. I’ve let you all down, and I’m really sorry. I’ll do better in future.

So, in the hope of making it up to you, I’ve decided to do something I swore I’d never do. A few weeks ago I was looking through some old DVD-Rs of stuff I’d backed up from an old laptop ages ago, and I found some photos. I don’t usually take photos of myself in the bath, partly because I don’t want to leave any incriminating evidence, but mainly because I don’t like looking at myself. Having said that, looking back on these photos from 2013, I thought they came out quite well. So, because I’ve been so useless at posting anything recently, I thought I’d offer them up on my Patreon as a thank you and an apology.

I know I said I’d never post photos of myself, so I’ve made sure to choose ones where you can’t see much of my face, and I’ve been so conflicted about whether I should do this or not that it’s now the evening of December 1st and if I don’t do it now, it’ll be too late, so here we go. You get this preview one for free; if you want to see me taking a bath in my office clothes (black trousers and a red T-shirt over a white long sleeved top), sign up and you’ll get one a day, getting progressively wetter until Christmas. I’ll probably delete them all at the end of the month, so this could be your only chance actually see me in wet clothes!

I’m happy for you to download the photos for your own personal use, but please don’t share them anywhere else. Feel free to share the Patreon link with anyone you think might appreciate it though! And I promise to write more in the very near future, I have loads to tell you about!

Hannah x

Other people’s clothes

Woman shopping for clothes in a charity shop

Hi guys! Now, since I started blogging I’ve had quite a few guys emailing me trying to get a female perspective on what still seems to be a male-dominated fetish, so I thought I’d offer my services as a kind of wetlook counsellor. Gabi did say I’d be good at it, after all… If you’d like my advice on a wet clothing-related issue, drop me an email and we’ll discuss it here! Don’t worry, I’ll keep everything strictly anonymous.

My first client is here already… let’s call him Tom, because that’s a name. After I posted about my adventure in someone else’s shower, Tom emailed me for a bit of advice:

Hi Hannah, so enjoyed your recent post! And I share your guilt at such thoughts and actions. I too have been at a friend’s house to feed the fish while she was away. I wore some of her clothes. I cross dressed! The thought of wearing her clothes played on my mind for days before that first visit. So it was hard to fight once I was actually there as I’m sure you can imagine! I slipped on a pair of her chinos and a blue shirt. And like you, before I could change my mind I hopped in the shower. It was so good! So naughty and dangerous!

The next day I did it again! Black trousers, blouse and rain jacket. Oh my!

The third day I had to be quick so no time for fun sadly.

Fourth day I wore a full trouser suit. Made sure it was machine washable! Oh my wow! and wow again.

That left a couple of days to make sure all was dry by the weekend and her return.

On a different day it may not have even occurred to me to do that. Or if it had I would have rejected the idea. In fact on a previous visit nothing like that had happened. I’d done the tasks needed and left. I guess it had been playing on my mind, the what if? Add that to feeling very excited that day I did wear her clothes and you have an explosive combination. It was a combination of me loving the feel of her clothes and imagining her wet in them and just feeling a bit wild. Though it sounds like the fetish made me lose control it didn’t. It just gave me the courage to do something a bit wild and naughty.

I found a bag she had labeled for charity shop. Most were her daughter’s clothes but I did find a couple of things of hers: a thin rain jacket. I know she hated it because of the pattern. a bit too girly for her. Also a pair of Chinos that I think were too big for her (perfect for me :)) A couple of tops and a couple of blouses. And a pair of wide legged trousers. So I kept those and took the rest to charity shop for her (which she thanked me for on her return. Saved her a job.) I’ve worn the chinos, blouse and rain jacket so far. had a nice long soak in a foamy bath. Mmmmm…

Was I bad to keep a couple of items of her clothing? I feel bad. Feel I may have crossed a line or something.

Love some advice

Oooh Tom. Well, there are two issues here. Firstly, is going into her wardrobe and taking out some of her clothes to wear in the shower a step too far? It’s certainly a bit beyond what I did, but the circumstances are quite different. In my case it was a quick opportunistic moment – Kim’s clothes were already on the drying rack, and if they hadn’t been there I certainly wouldn’t have gone through her wardrobe to find something to soak. But it also depends on your relationship with your friend (who I’m going to call Bailey for no real reason). You say that you were imagining Bailey getting wet in the clothes you wore, so I’m guessing you have a bit of a crush on her at the very least. From the tone of your email I’m quite sure that there was nothing sinister about your intentions, and I can totally understand the urge to fantasise about someone you’re attracted to getting their clothes all wet. As long as you treated her clothes respectfully and made sure they were all dried out properly and put back in their correct place with no incriminating evidence left behind, I’m inclined to say that no harm was done. Maybe don’t go rummaging in her wardrobe next time though…

As for the charity bag, I’d say fill your boots. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Once she’s decided to get rid of those clothes, they’re fair game as far as I’m concerned. One of my first wet experiences – which I really must get around to writing about soon – involved a bag of clothes for the charity shop, many of which never got there because I took them to wear in the bath. Those clothes are no longer Bailey’s, so I hope you’re enjoying getting wet in them and imagining her doing the same. You might consider making a donation to the charity concerned though, since you took some of their donations!

Anyway, those are my thoughts, hope they’re of some help to you. I’d love to hear what everyone else thinks about this… Please feel free to comment and share your opinion!

Hannah x

Testing the Water: my first wet experiences

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

UMD and bath night

Bath

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! ๐Ÿ˜‰ 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. ๐Ÿ˜€

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

Clockwatching

underwater watch

Not much happening in the office today so I sneakily logged in to UMD (on my phone, not on my office PC, I’m not crazy!) and now I can’t think about doing anything but going home and getting in a lovely warm bath wearing all the clothes I’ve got on right now – a white blouse with black polka dots, black trousers, white undies, I might even keep my shoes on! I don’t do that very often because they’re a pain to get dry, but that’s how I’m feeling right now. Thanks a lot, new UMD friends!

Only problem is I can’t leave the office for another hour and a half! Come on, time!