I don't know why I love being in wet clothes so much, but it started well before I reached sexual maturity - the things that would get me a-tingling were men's chests in open shirts (the 1970's was a good time for that lol) and wet clothes. I have no idea when I started doing it, but in my childhood home my bedroom was across the landing from a small room that contained a water tank. It was easy to open the top, and I would sometimes fill a bottle from it. At some point, I got a taste for lying in bed and gently drip the water down my chest and massage it while my nylon top would get a bit wet. I would try and save my bed by wearing my dressing gown on top after.

I remember one time when this pleasuring became so soaking and intense, I was startled out of my bliss by the sound of water dripping through the mattress and forming a puddle on the carpet below. Sometimes I would wear stuff in the shower, but one time I suddenly sensed the door opening and as I looked around it closed again. On my way upstairs to bed my dad enquired whether I was warm enough. Anyway, there were times when I was alone at home when I could really have a nice soaking. I remember imagining that in the future I could do this with more variety of clothes and complete abandon when I was and adult - this photo from today shows a bit of that.

My cross dressing escapades started later in my teens, when I found some abandoned tights and a skirt in a wardrobe, where I decided no one would miss them if I saw through my irresistible urge to put them on. They were already dirty with old cum stains but that excited me even more (not caring whose they might be, and having a general longing for other men's seed) and the sensation of feeling them wet against my skin after I had pumped out a good load myself sealed that fate. I never wanted to be a girl in the true transgender sense, but I did want to be effeminate, and I like seeing my very slim body in skirts, dresses, blouses, lacy body suits, cami-tops etc. Sometimes I wear them showing though open shirts or v-neck jumpers in public to see if anyone notices.

My liking for getting messy stems from a combination of my best pleasuring being kicked off with lashings of lube, and then wetting-in with added water, followed by the lovely mixing-in of warm semen. When I was once having sex with a guy, he suggested getting some custard out, and I was more than ready for it. It was completely wonderful, and I bought a blow up pool for whenever he came around so we could have really good sessions. It can be quite tricky, as some boyfriends of mine have not been interested in my dressing, but then I'm happy to put on the gayest of gay-looking tops. Every so often I have had the great fortune to be with someone when we are both happy in our skin, and both like getting messy too. It's the best thing.

I love the quality and variety of people's contributions on UMD - from hot men, even if they are not always gay lol, gay men in mud and gunge, and hot women, who inspire me with their outfits getting all slimed and wet.

It happens to be a hot evening tonight, so I will be watering the plants outside in a flowery summer dress open to my navel and will enjoy switching the hose to spray and turn it onto myself.