Hi All,

I have been having a PM exchange with a wonderful man centering around what he calls my "understanding of wetlook". My response was that when those connections in the brain are made at a very young age, long before any understanding of sex is even formed, it is just natural. And that begs the question, since almost all fetishes come from an incident or incidents pre-puberty, is the sexual thrill of getting clothing wet a curse, a fetish or a simple pleasure?

I guess I can say both a fetish and a simple pleasure for myself but I can see how some might think it was a bit of a curse, especially if it becomes an obsession or if one could never find anyone to share it with.

Would love to hear from you what your thoughts are on the subject. I am mostly curious to hear from those who recognize the exact point at which something so seemingly innocent became such a force in your life.

Have fun and live well all!

Madeline

Very well put. In my experience, fetishes do lead to others I guess just because you are opening yourself up sexually and once the opportunity presents itself, you are more able to recognize it and indulge. After all, once you dive in, it's easier to swim around that pond. Also, the money I have spent on wetlook! OMG!

I am a lifelong fetishist and have often wondered if my wetlook fetish led to my others such as Bondage (I worked as a Pro Domme for a year long ago) and swinging where one thing led to another and I felt it was becoming an obsession. The only other fetish I can directly link it to is my fetish of having sex fully clothed. After getting a full outfit wet, it's a small step to link even ordinary clothing to sex, especially when you WAM them during sex. I find cum on clothes erotic, for example. It didn't help that my husband back in the old Oasis days used to wait until I was fully dressed before we went out to pretty much "take" me. He said it was to "mark his territory" lol!

But being a lifelong fetishist, I learned very young that you just be up front with others about them and they either accept it or run. Therefore I have had hundreds of willing participants who would indulge me. I mean, I had men and women that would come over just to watch me fully dressed in the shower before engaging in sex with them. They were my fetish toys and that went on for years, but I do feel for those who have not or cannot reach that point. It must be devastating to go through life without partners to "fetish" with. My only advice is to just keep trying and never give up on it. So many here have told me that that was their secret to finding a partner.

But thanks for the post and for being so open and honest with your comments, much appreciated!

Madeline

A fetish is something which distracts from penis-in-vagina sex. It often results in eroticizing a body part or action to the detriment of companionship and intimacy. If one is not trying to procreate and all participants are using the activity to foster intimacy, there is no harm in the activity and the label 'fetish' becomes unnecessary.

Curse only if it interferes with your activities of daily life or if it impedes you in fulfilling your goals. If it's a curse, you need strategies to reduce or eliminate the interference or impediments.

I regard it as a gift. Having the capacity to enjoy something so sensual. I have enjoyed getting wet in my clothes for as long as I can remember, since being a tiny child. I was widowed back in 2014. My wife used to indulge my penchant from time to time, but it wasn't really her 'thing'. After being on my own for a while, I was extremely lucky to meet a long time female friend who, it turns out, really enjoys wetlook too. That's a long story, but the short of it is we talked about wetlook. She remembered in detail the experience of swimming in her nightdress during school 'swim safe' lessons. I dared chase that line of conversation and that led to us renting holiday accommodation with a pool. She was 58 when she discovered that she loves swimming in her clothes. It's great to have someone to share the experience with. She is Mary in one of my photo albums on here. Lovely lady, full of fun and very sensual, game to try new things and experiences. Her first clothed swim was in a lovely long and flowing yellow maxi dress, followed by a wedding dress. Her words as she entered the pool were "Oh WOW". We now share a house together and enjoy clothed baths from time to time with a glass of wine. After the trauma and heartbreak of losing my wife, Mary is an absolute godsend! I can't quite believe my luck.

Both.

Pros:
It's really easy to find content.
It's really cheap to take part in it.

Cons:
Sometimes I catch myself observing things in areas I shouldn't and have to remind myself this isn't the place. Such as at a pool party with friends. Instead of examining how hot my female friend looks with her shiny wet hair, I should just be having fun and not thinking about that kind of stuff right now.
Sometimes I take too long in the shower.

Strictly speaking it isn't a fetish as I don't need it to get off. For me it's an added perk, like anything else someone enjoys with sex; like lingerie for instance.

It's not really a simple pleasure for me, as getting wet alone doesn't do much for me anymore. I need a willing partner in the situation with me.

So is it a gift? I guess on the very rare occasion I can enjoy getting wet and/or messy with a partner...yes.

How about a curse. I guess that depends. In so much as intimacy in general is something that has eluded me for the past decade, I guess yes here too.

I discovered the pleasure of wet clothes since childhood. In black and white TV movies, when I saw actors falling dressed in water, I felt excited when I saw them coming out of the water with their wet clothes shining. Real pleasure appeared when I saw actresses falling dressed in water, even in very elegant dresses or clothes. Later, I also tried to wet my clothes on myself, to feel the real sensation on my body. The first time I was alone at home, I wet a pair of sports shorts. I felt really good! One day I came home from school and my parents were away from home until late in the evening. I took the opportunity and when I got home I went straight under the shower dressed in school uniform on me. My school uniform was composed of black pants, a black coat and a shirt with small white-blue squares.When the coat and pants of the school uniform got wet, they started to shine on me very excitingly. The wet shirt stuck to my body. After the tub was filled with water, I sat down with my school uniform already wet on the water. When I sat down in the water, I lifted my pants with my hands because being wet they had become very tight on me. When I got to my feet and saw water dripping from my wet clothes on my pants, I felt very aroused. The wet pants shone and had siphoned in front. Another day, instead of the school uniform, I put the blue robe I used in carpentry classes over my pants and shirt. Coincidentally, it was a long, blue women's robe. When I watered this robe and saw it shining on me, I felt great. I had a special feeling when I wet my first pair of jeans. I felt very excited, and since then jeans have become my main "swimsuit" along with a t-shirt over. Of course, whenever I have the opportunity, I take a bath dressed in different clothes: women's leggins, pants ans women's pants, sport clothes, winter jackets, skirts, jeans skirts, women's jeans, women's winter jackets. Newer, medical uniform and women's medical unform.preferably with a skirt or medical dress. Wet white medical robes are also transparent and exciting.
I like it and I really feel excited when I see girls and women dressed in shiny clothes, even if they are not wet: leather or latex clothes, long and shiny winter jackets.At the same time, for a long time, I really like girls and women whose tight skirts or tight dresses wrinkle in front.
Unfortunately, I haven't found a life partner to share this wetlook fetish with me, so I do everything myself when I have the possibility.

From my perspective, it's more than just a simple pleasure or a fetish. I'd say that I probably found my interests in wetlook at a young age when I found a vhs cassette in my dad's closet of Playboy's Wet and Wild. I knew immediately that I loved seeing girls in wet clothes. My wife willingly obliges me on this, knowing it's an interest of mine, but I'm also not so completely obsessed as to not be able to shower with her unless she's in clothes. Sometimes you just gotta be naked.

For me the urge came on very early in life, as far back as a kid in the back seat of the car riding along and seeing ponds, rivers, lakes, whatever. And all I wanted to do was swim in my T shirt and shorts. Early teen's is where it took off as I really got out on my own, met a girl eventually who was too as we accidentally stumbled across this of one another.

As for the urge, I don't get it honestly no idea how I wound up like this, its like I'm just wired this way. Swimming in T shirts and shorts and seeing girls do the same or with tank tops too, especially black. Sloppy messes too are fun.

It's instinctive, just like sex.

As Always, Madeline, you hit the nail on the head.
I've been fascinated with all this from before I could walk.
I remember as a child, being put into swimming trunks by the paddling pool.
I wanted to get wet!
Parental influences were very strict!
At about aged 8, I was allowed to join a soccer training session.
There was a muddy puddle behind the goal!
I dived into it!
Endless repercussions!
Mr W

A pleasure, and a fetish.

Like others, I've had it from an early age, I remember begging to be allowed to take a bath wearing a tracksuit as a kid, I was eventually allowed to and it felt amazing. These days Lady Jasmine and I will share the paddling pool in the dungeon, fully dressed of course, she likes me to wear thin, flexible waterproof overalls, and I chose what she wears, so usually a boilersuit, or a tracksuit, or running pants and a bra top. It's not about sex, but just the pleasure of sharing something we both enjoy.

It's a pleasure and fetish both!
I would never view it as a curse. for me, If done right, with the right partner, wetlook accentuates the the beauty of a woman by making her outfit or clothing more skin tight, sheer and at times see through. Also, being poured or soaked in the right places at just the right time , it creates a pleasure of the senses of the recipient as well. One can become creative with their use of warm and cold water. It also sparks creative juices on soaking of different outfits, whether its a work suit, evening dress, lingerie, fetish outfit, or simple jeans and a shirt. Lastly, drinking, sucking and kissing it off a w0mans clothes, nipples, toes legs etc.... super hot!
I could never view this as a curse.

Well, i've been thinking about this subject somewhat already, so i suppose i might as well go ahead and start typing here!

I marked "other"

My first wetlook memory occurs somewhere around age 2. (i don't have the best memory anyways, but here goes!)

My parents had a small paddling pool and they must have stored it on it's side when not in use. A heavy storm during the night must have caught the pool with the wind, and then filled it up at least halfway with water. Early the next day i had wandered into the backyard (dressed in clothes) and finding the pool with water, climbed in to enjoy the water.

One distinct memory i have from that, was how i repeatedly did 2 or 3 push-ups for the specific reason of seeing the water draining out of my shirt. I would lower myself down, then look as the water poured out when i lifted myself up. I don't recall if i was discovered or had wandered back inside on my own? I don't recall any punishment, or anything else about the incident...

Of course, there was nothing sexual connected with that event at all. In the following years before i reached puberty, wet clothed scenes on TV/movies were fascinating to me. In particular was numerous Mountain Dew Commercials where fun loving teenagers ended up jumping into creeks, lakes, rivers, etc fully clothed.

The next wet clothed memory that comes to my mind was when i was 10. My neighborhood friend invited me along to a waterpark. I was wearing a speedo (my favored swim attire) under shorts and a t-shirt. My friend was dressed the same. We arrived at the waterpark, and a part of me was thinking about where i would undress and how i would store my clothes. My friend walked right up to the water and jumped in. I don't think he was into wet clothes, he was a little chubby so maybe that was the reason for his choice? But i remember thinking "ok, i can just follow him!" and i enjoyed swimming in my clothes a lot that day!

Wet clothes didn't really connect with my sexuality until * slightly * later. I just now recall the music video "Stuck with You" and thinking OMG, i would * SO * much love to be Huey Lewis swimming fully clothed with that beautiful lady!

Several memories are coming back to me, but the retellings don't really fit with the focus on the main question!

One significant memory i will share was the first time i purposely went swimming "fully clothed" i suppose i use the quotation marks because my attire included short pants... but it did also include shoes and socks. I had moved out of my parents house when i went to college, and late at night, i had sneaked over to the nearby park and quietly slipped into the paddle-boat pond. What a mind altering experience. Finally there i was swimming fully clothed. If only i had a companion to increase enjoyment of the experience?

I suppose it won't hurt to mention this paddle-boat pond is located in Raleigh, North Carolina at a place called Pullen Park. I have written a factual recollection where i did go swimming there with a willing companion, and pretty soon i shall dig that story up and add it to my profile!

Right next door to Pullen Park is North Carolina State University (where i attended college) There was one summer when i took a full time class load, and at least one specific time, i was doing some homework at a picnic table right next to the water's edge. It was a pleasantly warm summer day. I had taken my shoes and socks off to more fully enjoy the weather. Suddenly, the water called to me... GREG! GET IN THIS WATER NOW!

I looked around to see if there might be any witnesses... I had picked out a remote corner of the park to reduce intrusions, and the remoteness would lessen the chance of being discovered. But a slight rumbling sound in the distance indicated the approach of the park train amusement ride. So far (iirc) it would pass by every 10 minutes. I pretended to work on my homework while the train passed by approximately 45ft (15m) from my picnic table, which would be even closer if i had been in the water. The train passed by and i listened as the faded into the distance. A pedestrian wandered by every once in a while, but now the coast was clear!

I carefully stepped over to the waters edge, and into the water. There was a steep concrete bank at first, but i already knew the bottom would only be thigh deep to me. A few steps further and i was at the deepest point a little bit past my waist. I lowered myself down all the way to being completely submerged, and then stood back up.

And there i was, with the water molding my clothes to my body. I stepped back and climbed back out and returned to the picnic table and continued with my homework. The water wasn't calling to me anymore... at least, not until most of it has drained itself from my clothes into small puddles that collected under the picnic table!

I should note that back in the 1990's, the internet was still in its infancy, and "the community" did not exist like it did today. I grew up carrying this dark secret - for mostly unexplained reasons, i was mesmerized by wet clothing. How i feared my dark secret being exposed! Nobody i knew had such a similar inclination, or if they did, we never talked about it! Here today, we discuss the matter and compare notes. This is probably enough from me for now...

Hi Madeline,

Interesting poll, thanks for posting it.I know exactly when my wetlook fetish started...I was about 7 or 8 when a young woman was pushed into a open air pool fully-clothed. As she got out she brushed against me so I felt her wet dress and tights/pantyhose. It took some time to filter in...but it was there!

After that I started spotting wetlook on TV and that was that, I was hooked! I sort of forgot about it until I was seventeen when I started dating a beautiful girl (who became my wife) who started relating tales about jumping into a pool fully-clothed on a cruise, wading into a pool in a dress because she was shy, getting into a bath with a (female) school friend in her full school uniform again because she was shy.

This sort of blew my mind and I told her about my fetish but it was years later before she actually tried wetlook. We had a two month (amazing!) run of bath fun before she just got bored with it... it really upset me because you DO miss what you have had!! And now, thank God for UMD and YouTube!!....and amazing producers like you!...I've been a fan of yours since about 2001 and was quite sad when you went offline for those years.

So, to me, wetlook is a curse, a fetish and a guilty pleasure!x

For me this is a curse and a fetish. The part about it that is a curse is that through time it is not what it used to be for me. Yes I still enjoy seeing people get went in their clothes and the push in the pool type scenes. But, I do not enjoy it as much as I used to. I had a solo wetlook session thing a few months ago. Got in what was my typical outfit and hoped in a nice warm bath. It was nice at first and all the familiar smells of the different materials getting wet. But then that was it. I have found that I purchase less wetlook scenes than I used to and more messy. Does it mean that I am done with wetlook all together? At this point who knows.... Maybe I just need to find the right circumstances for it to feel the way it used to.

Wow. Long responses! I'll try to keep mine shorter.

I voted for all three: Curse, because it can distract me and my ex-wife called me out on it a few times in public. "Oh, look, she's all wet. I'll be thats a turnon for you."

Fetish, because it does turn me on.

Simple pleasure because its easy to find pictures or see it live. Not as hard to find a willing partner as pies.

One of my earliest memories: Anette Funicello and other girls getting pushed into a lake on the old Mickey Mouse Club show.

Both a pleasure and a fetish.
I've often thought about why I'm attracted to WAM--and I can come up with no explanation behind it! I only know that I've been attracted to it ever since I was a kid.

For me it's been all three. Obviously first and foremost it's a pleasure. I love getting my riding gear soaked or muddy or messy. But at the same time it's also a fetish as that does turn me on. But as I get older, it's become a curse as I have yet to find a lady to be with that enjoys it as much as I do.

Great topic, I enjoyed reading your stories.

I think in the end it is what you make it to be. To me it's a simple pleasure, but one that can turn into a full blown addiction if I'm not careful. So let me add to this thread by asking a question. Let me first tell you how it is for me.

Of course I got into liking wet clothes at a young age, about 6 years. And I love it a LOT. My thing is for casual clothes, wet, later also messy and muddy.

The internet community is great, because I know I'm not alone and it's normal. However, the sheer volume and quality of content online is so overstimulating, that I worry about what it's doing to me. Like I'm training myself to like watching pictures online, instead of enjoying doing it myself.

And I notice it has a negative effect on relationships. Liking wetlook doesn't do this, but looking at all the stuff online. Like all these pics have hijacked my brain. In bed with another person, I have to think about getting wet or I'm having a hard time.

This makes me sometimes want to delete all my online profiles. And I've done so a half dozen times, just to get out of it and get a fresh start, only to get into it again months later.

So the question is: how to get out of this? Does anyone have tips on how to manage it? Or is it really like an addiction (you're either on or off the wagon)?

PS Does anyone have experience with a 90-day "nofap" no-orgasm challenge? I wonder what it will do with the wetlook fetish.

Oh, I get that. It seems that you, Socksinbubbles and a few others here have the same problem, one that recurs in both fetishes and addictions. And let's face it, a fetish is borderline addiction from the start. I am in no way claiming to be an expert but as a lifelong fetishist, I find that they wax and wane throughout my life. When you describe deleting everything and then starting over, we fetishists call it "purging"... periodically when we feel that it's taking over our lives, we purge everything. I did that with my BDSM equipment... ropes, shackles, etc... many times in my long life, and early on, I did it with clothes I specifically used for wetlook. Eventually I found it too expensive and just did the old "back of the closet" thing until it struck again.

The only advice I would EVER give anyone dealing with this sort of thing is to be open and honest up front with partners and prospective partners... either they are in or out and no time is wasted. Having a partner who indulges, even as their interest waxes and wanes, is to me by far the best antidote to balance my fetish life. I always have an outlet when the urge strikes and sharing it makes it less taboo.

The other common thread I have seen is that all fetishes start at about age 5 or 6. One way or another, those brain connections are made and they cannot be undone. Keeping that in mind absolves me of the responsibility of having the fetish, I just need to be responsible about how I use it. In other words, believing that it is not my fault makes it easier to deal with. Make sense?

Anyway, thank you all for participating, it is refreshing to see how many people are willing to share their feelings and experiences with others. I constantly hear from people here that before the internet (or discovering the internet) we all felt alone. So I leave you all with this thought...

You are not alone!

Live well all!

Madeline

superb thread this i can relate to every single story.... never forget your first proper fetish bath dressed in pale pink circa 1960 fast forward to 2021 treating myself to a weekly hours total immersion in size 12/14/two size16's cardigans tights and PVc coat add a strawberry blonde wig sixty years of wonderful nee thrilling wetting experiences.....It really works for me and the handful of people i can.. share it with .certainly a niche fetish but its constantly reassured me time and time again giving a glass half full attitude that has overflowed into every other aspect of my life so far... there must be thousands of folks up and down the world quietly indulging keeping it solely to themselves lucky people......

It's all three, but I would substitute the word "curse" for the word "addiction" because like an addiction, you just can't get enough. I would even say that like an addiction you derive pleasure from it and you feel good for awhile until you need another fix.

EdwinR

I'm too late to vote, but I've enjoyed it since I was around 5 and wouldn't have it any other way! Definitely not a curse in my mind!

I enjoyed it since I was a kid, I even love playing in the mud at times also. Wetlook is more of a fetish and for simple pleasure whenever I get a chance to get wet.

Certainly not a curse - I've been at it since being very young. I loved the thrill of steeling a shower in clothes or tipping water down my neck and feeling it saturate my clothes, inevitably reaching for the groin area. Towards the end of school I got really turned on one day when walking home with some friends through a summer storm and seeing the skin colour of their chests showing through their white shirts, not to mention soaking jackets. That can't have been far off the time of the famous Relax video, aspects of which I have had the pleasure of living out in a couple of fetish venues.

I'm glad we are finally getting summer weather. I like to go outside and water the plants in summery dresses, and turn the hose on myself too.

Now that is a complex question. A fetish for sure but I have (unfortunately lately) realised that it is not very weird compared to others, actually not at all come to think of it. But others might find it odd. For me it's a major turn-on but also a fantastic feeling, I totally love the feeling of wet clothes when swimming, so I in my opinion both a fetish and a pleasure.
I have never dared to wear wet clothes in public due to extremely low self confidence, but when my wife and I are at a "remote" location and the weather is nice, I always swim in trousers and a shirt.

A curse? Yes, in the sense that it might be difficult to find an accommodating partner, if it is important to you. And I totally agree that you need to be very open with it from the beginning in a new relationship. I have never been open with my desires which I regret. Now, my wife is open to it to some extent and sometimes partakes. But for sure I would prefer if she was turned on by it as I am.

It is definitely a pleasure for me, although bordering on a fetish as well. I remember at age eight or so intentionally lying in a tub full of water in my pajamas to see how it felt - and loving it. Ever since, I never pass up a chance to "accidentally" get wet in my clothes. Even now, if I'm watering the garden, I always manage to "spill" water on my jeans or shirt or both.

I love watching women get wet in their clothes - starting perhaps with Haley Mills in "The Parent Trap" where she falls out of the canoe into the lake.

I have been fortunate enough to have a niece who is into the same pleasure. We both traveled for business, and would text each other "dares" - fall into the motel pool in various outfits. I would send her in, in a dress, or even a slip - which she loved, but soon she was having me (a mostly straight male) wearing a slip into the pool as well - and loving it. We still dare each other when we can, and have "fallen" into more pools than we can count in pretty much any outfit imaginable.

I have been "caught" several times in wet lingerie when I started alone in a public pool, but always easily explained I had lost a bet with my niece, and was met with laughter and good will. But the sexual excitement of getting caught was immense. My niece reports the same for her - when she is caught, she often has to "take care of herself" upon returning to her room.

So - not a curse at all - but a wonderful pleasure which has no end of possibilities. And thank you, Madeline, for such beautiful pictorial displays of our pleasures!

I think it's all of the above. There are two major categories of wetlook fans, those who like to get wet themselves and those who just like to see others get wet. I have always been in the latter category. I like to see women get wet and have as long as I can remember. We made a major family move when I was eight years old and have distinct, specific memories of liking this prior to the move. I don't know how far it goes back prior to age eight but my memories seem to indicate at least a couple of years.

As for the curse, fetish, or simple pleasure: in the case of someone who wants to see women get wet the "simple pleasure" part doesn't really seem to apply. If I enjoyed getting wet myself I could probably indulge that more often than trying to arrange getting someone else wet. Most of my wetlook activity involves content collected by or created by others (as I'm sure is the case for most of us). Thanks to the internet, we found we weren't alone and were able to enjoy a gathering and sharing of materials.

A full-on fetish can be detrimental to a relationship, as some others who have already posted here have noted. If you have to have the wetlook to complete sexually activity that can truly be a curse. I can readily admit that I am quite obsessed with wetlook but I can also maintain a relationship that includes what others consider to be "normal" sexual activity. That doesn't stop me from checking my sites daily and accessing my own collection of content for solo pleasure.

My wife gets this and we are happily married. She does indulge me periodically but she never initiates wetlook activity. We married later in life and perhaps if we had been younger when we met that might have been more of a thing. I don't abuse the privilege and don't try to soak her regularly because I get that would be too much for her. We have reached our own accommodation. The only thing I will say, that I think may be applicable to all of us, a fetish means that an accommodating partner can always turn is into an excited teenager by simply indulging the fetish. Many people in a mature relationship can struggle with keeping things fresh and exciting. We all have a button that can be pressed anytime our partner chooses to do so. That feels a little bit advantageous.

I guess the curse part of the program for me was better expressed when I was single. I didn't get married until later in life, in great part, due to my wetlook fetish. Perhaps if the internet had been invented a decade earlier I wouldn't have felt as alone as I did. I might have been braver about asking for what I wanted. Instead I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to date girls that owned and wore the king of clothes I wanted to see wet rather an trying to find someone that was good match in general. I also underestimated the willingness of women to get wet for someone they love. Foolish, youthful mistakes.

The other portion of the "curse" is the fact that I don't want to participate in getting wet myself. It's probably a lot easier to get your partner to indulge if you are participating yourself. That way you are doing something together rather than having someone "perform" for you.

So, a mixed bag, I suppose. Overall, it probably would have been easier to not have a wetlook fetish than to have one, but it's hard to image what that feels like. Afterall, I have had this as long as I can remember.