Razzle magazine in the UK was good (by those days standards!) Also it was where I saw an advert for Pretty Clumsy Woman. I used to have to go to either a market stall in Liverpool or a shop in Wolverhampton to buy Bill's vids and magazines. I used to work in IT and found a way to access bulletin boards over X.400 (I think that was the name of the protocol). It was something like alt.sex.wetandmessy (not sure exactly, although I realise that sort of counts as the internet). That existed in the late 80's before the www. I can also remember studying the Radio Times (UK television listings mag) especially over Christmas for some potential films.

I figured out pretty early, based on my response to various scenes from Electric Company, Zoom, and certain Saturday Morning shows, that I enjoyed seeing women get pied/messy more than the average person. And I didn't know how to deal with that. I was so uncomfortable with the situation that I avoided a handful of potential WAM opportunities (i.e. church retreat shaving cream fights) because I was worried about enjoying myself too much.

However, late in my high school career and throughout college, I wound up working at multiple locations of a restaurant that had a dessert bar and a sundae bar, which meant that there were large quantities of whipped topping, chocolate mousse, pudding and so forth that had to be put away (or discarded) every night after closing. I found that it was surprisingly easy to arrange to have a large amount of whipped topping left over at the end of the evening, and equally easy to involve one or more attractive female co-workers in a whipped topping fight. Management didn't seem to mind as long as we didn't mess up the dining area. And if the branch I was working at didn't already have a tradition in which departing employees got pied on their last day, I took it upon myself to start that tradition.

I was thinking the other day that almost all of those experiences would be considered time by UMD standards, and in comparison to every WAM experience I've had since learning the word "WAM" 20 years ago, but still... I find it funny that rather than just watching the same five minutes of low-resolution VHS pie clips over and over, I actually managed to create WAM situations wherever I could.

Haha MessyMike, was the market stall on Sweetie Street off castle street up near the law courts? I used to go there. Saw one copy if Splosh in newsagents then saw that place advertised as a stockist. Northern Irish guy had it and messy videos in his van. I used to try to chat Tom him about it just to...connect with someone who I thought might share my intrest. Would alfo hang aboit hoping someone would come and buy a splosh...don't know what id have done though!! Was kid i guess. Within a year I'd gotten online...then six months of plucking up courage to go and get gunged! (Yeh...u know who u are....)

I know this really isnt the same thing, but brfore I had discovered WaM it was just tv shows and fantacising. Finally in a college lrvel coutse in high school was one of those things about whipped cream bikinis... in a video... about peer pressure...or something goofy....
...why am i still alive?...

Anyway, while searching for it I discovered piefight and that was basically that.

I never really had any close friends to hand out with or experience anything close to this with. At the time i only liked sering others get messy and eanted to stay clean for fear of being picked on...more...
...so now my romanyic nights consist of staying up on my phonettyin to release...
...ultimately failing and doing something eith my wood in the morning. Then i get an errection during the day with nowhere to use it and loose it by the time I get home.

Honestly i cant deside ifhaving acess to irner porn is helping or hurting. Maybe if I Had just pirsued sex more...idk...

Im not sure if its a full moon or the time period of a half/vulcan where thy get horney or what, but ive been rven more dperessed than usual lately. Even when i do it most of the timr im just kinda hilding my pillow wishing it were a girl.

*Supposedly* Splosh videos were sold through Woolworths! Not sure I actually believe that, mind you (not least because that means I absolutely missed out!)

Came accross some Splosh Mags arround 1994 or 1995 in a sex shop in a foreign town and was hooked since that day. Bought two of them, even if they are quite expensive.
And was back some days later to buy the rest ....
The hints of the WWW in the mags was a huge motivator to join the WWW.
Also my English improved a lot as I wanted to understand the written articles and Hayleys handy Hints.

Before that there was only Magazines that every now and then had messy content (one singel pic or so) this was collected and saved in a folder.

And of corse the own fantasie to imagine things to test on my own .....

Kisd are so spoiled these days...In my day, we didn't even have "Splosh"...all we had was "Spl"...and you had to imagine the rest.

Women getting wet or messy had always been kind of "fascinating" for me - as long as I can remember. Before the Internet-days there was a lot of "just fantasy" and a lot of frustration about wet/messy gameshows in which always just man competed and one got wet or messy in the end.
The fantasy of my young biology-teacher falling into the school-pond in her tight jeans while grabbing some plants stayed a fantasy as also the outcome of a risky bet by a mature actress on an evening-show on German TV. The nicely looking, 50 lady, after the host twice offered her that in case she could change into a swimsuit - insisted strongly on her self-chosen(!) forfeit/punishment of jumping fully clothed into the pool - "right as she is now" (evening dress with tights and heels), if her bet would be wrong and she would lose her wager. She won.
There were some few scenes from TV, later when I got a VHS-Recorder - but the chance to capture something interesting was really, really small.
Watched the movie 9 1/2 weeks and was disappointed by the fact how less messy a film that was "so scandalous" because of messing around with food can be. Others said they found this messing with food awful or ugly, so my single-opinion about mess in this connection had to stay in my mind.
As the Internet got available, for me in the late 90s, there have been foto-gallerys of actresses or models, fansites or photographer sites - and by searching around a lot there could be some photos with wetlook found. (for example pics of Sandra Bullock or Teri Hatcher in a wet dress from a staged photo-shooting)
And then somehow by searching the net for more wet clothing photo-shoots in general I stumbled across the site of a wetlook-producer which does not exist anymore today. The "Links" of the site opended kind of a new world for me.
This day I learned two things: The shortcut "wam" (never heard that before!) - and the fact, that I was not the only person with this preference - there were even so many that there were different producers who have specialised in that stuff and also forums like this were a whole community of like-minded meets.

I've been into women getting messy for as long as I can remember. My earliest experiences involved a tomboy-ish girl in elementary school (who I'm still friends with, thirty years later). We'd put on our rubber boots and go down and 'mud dance' in the creek in our neighborhood. A little later on I watched Nickelodeon for the first time while on vacation in Massachusetts. For some reason through my childhood all we had was analog broadcast TV, so we only got about eight channels. That meant I only experienced WWYD and Double Dare once or twice a year on family trips.

By the mid-90s I'd seen the Great Race, Stripes, a messy segment on Jerry Springer and a mud segment on Entertainment Tonight. I got a dial-up modem and an AOL account on January 1st, 1997, and the rest is pretty much history. Like most of the other people replying on this thread, I thought I was alone in this fetish until I got on the internet. The first site I found was MessyFun. I remember the night I found that site I had quite a bit of trouble sleeping because I was so turned on all night. After that I found AquaTapes, then the WAMSAT, then messy-abc.com that became umd.net, and here we are.

So really, before the internet, I had to make do with mainstream TV (and cable when I could get it), and occasionally indulging my fantasies with said tomboy-ish girl (who was aware, even at that age, that her stomping around in mud did *something* for me).