Picture the scene - I was only young, perhaps 9 years old. Grange Hill was on the telly, and there's a bunch of kids sitting on a bridge over a stream. Suddenly, one of the kids jumps in and starts splashing the rest of them! I suddenly felt very aroused, and couldn't explain why (after all, at that age, I wasn't really sure what it meant).
Throughout my teen years, I experimented with getting wet in my clothes - a shower at first, then a bath, especially when I was alone in the house. Walking home from school in the rain was a major turn-on, because I could get soaked to the skin in my smart clothes, and not get into trouble.
Now this wasn't something I could really tell anyone about - and it did cause some problems. When I was around 16, in a swimming lesson at school we had a relay race with a difference - we had to wear a rugby shirt as we swam. When the swimmer returned to the end of the lane, they had to remove the shirt & pass it to the next person. This sounded like fun to me, especially when I realised that we were supposed to help each other change at the swap-over point. We were a mixed team, and the girl who went before me was very well-endowed - not that I meant to 'cop a feel' but I accidentally did while helping her take off the shirt. The feeling of soft, wet cloth over a firm breast was truly unbelievable, and I was glad that the shirt was long enough to cover my 'embarrasment'. From then on I knew I was hooked on wetlook.
I was able to convince myself that I wasn't weird, after all I was aware of wet T-shirt competitions, and many of my friends enjoyed water fights. It was even the tradition at my school to drag someone into the showers on their birthday! Surely these things were just the same as my 'interest', if not quite so severe.
This all changed when I started fantasising about foodplay. It all started when I was about 18 - in the middle of a perfectly normal sexual fantasy (about a new trainee teacher in fact, a voluptuous brunette) I suddenly had a vivid image of me pouring gravy into her impressive cleavage. I had no idea where this picture had come from, but it was extremely arousing and from then on, many of my fantasies included food of some sort (usually custard, in deference to the school dinners!).
I also had my first 'near miss' at about this point - watching TV with a female friend one evening, a mudwrestling scene came on. I don't know whether she noticed my interest, or was genuinely into it herself, but she mentioned that she'd love to try something like that sometime. It so happened that it'd been raining quite hard the previous few days and the fields outside were very muddy. With a lump in my throat (among other areas!) I suggested that we could try it right then. She considered it for a moment, before saying it would be too cold. Despite subtle hints dropped over time, she never brought the subject up again.
At University I discovered foam parties, Splosh! magazine & the importance of locking my desk drawers when I'm not around. (Don't ask). I also had many messy and wet experiences, but always on my own. Even when in a relationship I didn't feel I could bring up my 'interests', despite feeling better about them. I knew I wasn't alone!
After I left, I got better access to the internet and discovered the news groups & was there for the creation of the late alt.sex.fetish.wet-and-messy. I still remember the day I put 'wetlook' into a search engine (as I had many times before) only to see Rob Blaine's 'MessyFun' site at the top of the list.
Now I'm 27, still single and still WAMming. I'm getting started in the chatrooms, and writing a couple of stories (which are available on this site). I'm writing this page to try and examine why I'm into this, as far as I can. I'd love to hear from other people, about how they got started, what they prefer and how they get wet and messy!
Write to me at henry.wilcox@ntlworld.com, or send me a note with the button on the left!