Hi everyone! I'd like to share my story with you. I apologize in advance for any mistakes I might make English isn't my strongest point. I'll likely be using an online translator to help with the translation.
I've always been extremely shy when it comes to my fetish. To this day, I've never told anyone about it. Even when I take photos in wet clothes, I blush all the way to the tips of my ears. I've had few relationships in my life, and they usually didn't last long. So, I never felt comfortable sharing this aspect of myself with anyone. On forums like this, I always remain completely anonymous. "Sasha Nekron" is my pseudonym, taken from the first anime I watched as a child. Even now, as I begin to write this story, I'm not sure if I'll actually be able to publish it. But if you're reading this, it means I've managed to overcome my hesitations after all.
I'd really like to tell in detail how I first became aware of my passion for wearing wet clothes. But, alas, I simply don't remember. It happened when I was a child. I remember that at some point, I started bathing in my underwear and T-shirt every time. At first, my mother scolded me for leaving my clothes wet after bathing. It took me a while to realize that I could just stay in the underwear I wore after getting out of the bath.
My mother didn't work, so I could enjoy getting my clothes wet mainly before going to bed. But when I was in high school and my parents left me alone at home, that's when I really started to have fun. I could finally soak in the bath while still wearing all my clothes: jeans, leggings, stockings, shirts, dresses It was wonderful. Sometimes I even wore my mother's clothes, but I had to dry them quickly before my parents came home.
Of course, Mom sometimes suspected something, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She would just smile and ask, "Why is my underwear not arranged the way I left it?"
When we went to the sea or river, I would swim wearing a tank top or T-shirt over my swimsuit. No one asked any questions about it. Many people did the same thing to avoid getting sunburned. But the real pleasure came after swimming. I never changed my clothes. I felt incredibly happy putting on a dress or shorts with a top over my wet body and swimsuit.
In the summer, I always went to live with my grandmother. She had a swimming pool, and I often swam there, not in a swimsuit, but just in my underwear. I'm very shy about this, so I only swam dressed when my grandmother went to the market in the morning. In her presence, I would swim in a swimsuit. But I also made a friend there: my grandmother had friends who had a daughter a few years younger than me. We spent a lot of time together, mostly at my place. In the pool, we both swam in our underwear. She never wore a swimsuit, and I would tell my grandmother, "We suddenly wanted to swim, and I didn't want to change my clothes." I liked watching her in her wet underwear. A few times, we played around and swam naked, when no one was looking. But that was just childish behavior.
At one point, I temporarily stopped focusing on my fetish. It was during my final years of school. Perhaps the exams played a role in this, or maybe something else. For two or three years, I stopped practicing the wetlook routine. I would only wash myself in my underwear occasionally.
After school, I moved with my parents closer to the sea. I went to university, and it was then that I returned to my fetish. I learned about the wetlook trend through forums, online groups, and videos on the internet. From then on, I became very interested in this topic. My father worked on a shift system, and my mother went to bed earlier than me. So, I finally had complete freedom to do whatever I wanted. Ever since then, I almost always washed myself while still wearing my clothes. Sometimes, before going to class, I would wet my underwear and wear black clothes over it, so that the wetness wouldn't be visible. If it rained at school, I would always bring an umbrella. But now, I didn't care anymore. I would walk around in the rain without an umbrella. There was enough time during class to enjoy having my clothes wet. I also started urinating on myself. This was especially exciting at night, when no one could see the stains on my leggings or jeans. But that was only when I was alone. At university, when I went to the bathroom, I would urinate in my panties and then wash them to get rid of the smell.
After graduating from university, I moved out of my parents' house and started living alone. I really enjoy living my life to the fullest. Every time I take a bath, I don't take off my underwear. I often like to take baths while still wearing my clothes. I tried WAM, but I wasn't really impressed with it. Maybe it's because I live in a big city, so there's no place to play in the mud. I also wasn't very fond of slimes or yogurt-based products.
The last part of my writing came out a bit messy. This is because, unlike my earlier fascination with wetness, I now have plenty to talk about. If I get enough support, I can go into detail about all the things I've experienced in life as a result of this wonderful fascination. Once again, I'm still very shy and don't know how to describe my intimate moments. I hope you found this interesting to read. Finally, I'd like to describe what I like to wear when swimming: leather or sporty leggings, bodys, and tops. I adore wearing wet bras and shirts that reveal everything underneath. By the way, I'm writing this after taking a bath. I'm not completely dry anymore, but my clothes are still quite wet leather leggings, a pink bodysuit, and a white shirt.