As you know well by now, I get a major kick out of being in wet clothes. And, as I've discovered over time, there are quite a few others who feel the same way. Some of them make absolutely no attempt to disguise their love for getting their clothes wet, but I am one of those who is as secretive about it as possible.
So why, then, am I writing a blog about wet clothes and putting it on the Internet for all to see? It's because the online wetlook community is my confessional booth. I am able to pinpoint those who share my love of wet clothes and discuss it openly with them. My fear, though, is that the people with whom I interact on a daily basis will either catch me in the act or discover that there are images and videos of me online in fully drenched attire.
I have lately become hooked on a fantastic website, www.soaknet.co.uk, where some of the characters have a similar back story to me. They saw people swimming with clothes on as a young girl and were awestruck by it all. They had to try it for themselves but also made sure to be most careful about not getting seen, for fear of being read the riot act by Mama Bear and Papa Bear. I still have this on my mind every time I take a bath or shower or go for a swim in my clothes.
It is tricky trying to enjoy my hobby incognito. I won't go near the water if I think someone other than a trusted friend will see me. I have to pick my moments carefully. I live in fear of getting caught and becoming the black sheep of the family, or even the community, even though I know full well there is nothing weird or shameful about getting my clothes wet deliberately. Am I harming anyone? Am I putting myself in danger? Think about it.
Also you may have noticed on my YouTube videos and Flickr stream that I never show my face. This is purely because I don't want to be publicly outed. In fact, I am so mindful of it that I won't even reveal it to fellow wetlook lovers, so please don't ask for a photo or video of my facial features on email.
Perhaps it is that risk factor, though, which makes me enjoy wetlook all the more. Even though a clothed bath is often a relaxing activity, there is still an adrenaline rush and a sense of rebellion about it. "No, don't get in there with your clothes on!" some might shriek. Screw that. The water is beckoning me. Besides, they're my goddamn clothes. What's it to you if they're on me and in the water?
Alas that struggle for secrecy is omnipresent. To me, the world isn't quite liberal enough just yet to tell all and sundry that I love getting wet in clothes and to do so in full public viewing without fear of being judged. Or arrested. So for now I'll continue to enjoy my hobby in the privacy of my own home, unless I'm fortunate enough to be in the company of someone who shares my enthusiasm for wetlook or who plain and simple doesn't care.
That's all for now. Besides, I'm at home. I have the place to myself for a little while. Time to fire up the bath!
Laters! :)
xx
Monday, 21 October 2013
Wednesday, 9 October 2013
What do I love so much about getting wet in clothes?
Just the other day, I was asked where did my love for wet clothes come from. It was a question that got me thinking - what is it that I adore about getting into a bath, shower, pool etc. while fully clothed?
I'll start from the beginning. From a young age I always wanted to be different and stand out from the crowd. If all my friends followed one team, I had to follow another. If people hated a movie or TV show, I would watch it. I knew (or, more accurately, believed) that nobody else would actually enjoy getting their clothes wet, so perhaps this was the origin of my intrigue.
Even then, though, it seems rather random. There is no scientific explanation for my addiction (because it is that) of wet clothes. It was just something that, for whatever reason, entered my mind as a little girl and stuck with me ever since. I watched people on TV jump into a pool with their clothes on and instantly thought 'whoa, what would that be like?'
Ah, there we go. Maybe it was curiosity that sparked it all. For a long time I merely saw it on TV or pictured it in my mind. Of course I'd never actually try it because I knew that if my parents caught me in the tub or swimming pool at home in my clothes, they would freak. It wasn't until I got a little older that I had the courage and self-assurance to go through with it. I've never looked back since.
So why the wet clothes enthusiasm? Because it's different. Very few people do it, or so I thought until I began to connect with an online community who share my passion. I've even managed to make friends through it and, in some cases, introduce others to it, although none of those really took to it in the same way that I did.
Part of the reason I love it so much is that it is an escape. It's just soothing. It makes me feel like, well, me. When I make contact with the water and my clothes get soaked, I get an indescribable sense of happiness. Instantly I'm smiling. I'm happy. It's like nothing in life worries me. Any crap I've been through or anything that was getting me down at that time, it disappeared once I entered the tub, shower or pool, whatever it may be.
The different ways of soaking my clothes also fascinate me. Take a bath, for instance. It's probably my favourite way of getting wet. I usually take quite a few seconds to go through the process, savouring every bit of it as my shirt, jeans, etc. cease to be dry. After I've soaked every last thing that I'm wearing, I like to just sit there, admire my drenched clothes and feel them against my body. Let's just say I'm never in a rush to climb back out of the tub.
The feeling is just as enjoyable, but in a different way, when I throw myself into a pool. It all happens much quicker. There's no chance to take in the soaking process slowly. I stand a few feet back from the water's edge, I brace myself and I sprint towards the pool, furling my body into either a graceful hands-first dive or an untidy legs-led leap. As I leave contact with dry land, I close my eyes and await the splash. And then I'm in. I usually take a few seconds underwater to feel the total immersion. I might start swimming or else just tread there, absorbing the feeling. When I lift my head above the surface, I simply gesticulate to stay still, gazing downward at my clothes beneath the water.
Whatever form of wetlook I opt for, I always embrace it for a few minutes before deciding that enough is enough. The only kind of downside to it all is the aftermath. I'm not in the water anymore, but I'm traipsing around in a shirt, jeans, socks, etc. that are destroyed. In a way, it almost feels like I'm punishing the clothes that I love so much. But also I'm rewarding myself. I'm happiest when I'm fully clothed and in a body of water.
It's too late to change that now!
xx
I'll start from the beginning. From a young age I always wanted to be different and stand out from the crowd. If all my friends followed one team, I had to follow another. If people hated a movie or TV show, I would watch it. I knew (or, more accurately, believed) that nobody else would actually enjoy getting their clothes wet, so perhaps this was the origin of my intrigue.
Even then, though, it seems rather random. There is no scientific explanation for my addiction (because it is that) of wet clothes. It was just something that, for whatever reason, entered my mind as a little girl and stuck with me ever since. I watched people on TV jump into a pool with their clothes on and instantly thought 'whoa, what would that be like?'
Ah, there we go. Maybe it was curiosity that sparked it all. For a long time I merely saw it on TV or pictured it in my mind. Of course I'd never actually try it because I knew that if my parents caught me in the tub or swimming pool at home in my clothes, they would freak. It wasn't until I got a little older that I had the courage and self-assurance to go through with it. I've never looked back since.
So why the wet clothes enthusiasm? Because it's different. Very few people do it, or so I thought until I began to connect with an online community who share my passion. I've even managed to make friends through it and, in some cases, introduce others to it, although none of those really took to it in the same way that I did.
Part of the reason I love it so much is that it is an escape. It's just soothing. It makes me feel like, well, me. When I make contact with the water and my clothes get soaked, I get an indescribable sense of happiness. Instantly I'm smiling. I'm happy. It's like nothing in life worries me. Any crap I've been through or anything that was getting me down at that time, it disappeared once I entered the tub, shower or pool, whatever it may be.
The different ways of soaking my clothes also fascinate me. Take a bath, for instance. It's probably my favourite way of getting wet. I usually take quite a few seconds to go through the process, savouring every bit of it as my shirt, jeans, etc. cease to be dry. After I've soaked every last thing that I'm wearing, I like to just sit there, admire my drenched clothes and feel them against my body. Let's just say I'm never in a rush to climb back out of the tub.
The feeling is just as enjoyable, but in a different way, when I throw myself into a pool. It all happens much quicker. There's no chance to take in the soaking process slowly. I stand a few feet back from the water's edge, I brace myself and I sprint towards the pool, furling my body into either a graceful hands-first dive or an untidy legs-led leap. As I leave contact with dry land, I close my eyes and await the splash. And then I'm in. I usually take a few seconds underwater to feel the total immersion. I might start swimming or else just tread there, absorbing the feeling. When I lift my head above the surface, I simply gesticulate to stay still, gazing downward at my clothes beneath the water.
Whatever form of wetlook I opt for, I always embrace it for a few minutes before deciding that enough is enough. The only kind of downside to it all is the aftermath. I'm not in the water anymore, but I'm traipsing around in a shirt, jeans, socks, etc. that are destroyed. In a way, it almost feels like I'm punishing the clothes that I love so much. But also I'm rewarding myself. I'm happiest when I'm fully clothed and in a body of water.
It's too late to change that now!
xx
Sunday, 2 June 2013
Lea's story
This is the tale of Lea and her first venture into the awesome world of getting your clothes wet. She played it relatively safe and went for a clothed bath, but it was a smart choice as she has gone back to repeat it since.
Lea will take it from here:
OK so I filled up a bath (not to the top but enough to cover me completely), all the while questioning whether I was about to go through on the stupidest idea I ever had. I stared into the bath water and giggled, but inwardly I was terrified. This may have been one of those things that looked a much better idea than it actually was. I got this far, though, so no way I was going to chicken out.
I slowly lurched my right foot into the bath, waiting for that moment of impact with the water. When it came I knew it straight away and, slowly still, I let the water envelop my sock, feeling the damp immediately. I then brought my other leg into the bath, not taking as much time with this one to dip it underwater. I was wearing very long jeans, too, so the ends of them came into contact with the bath water as well.
I then lowered myself very nervously into the bath, feeling the water rise up along my legs as I went ever lower. After a few seconds I was sitting down in the tub, with everything below the waist now soaked. I squirmed as the water hit my jeans, which seemed to have doubled in weight.
I leaned forward and prepared to dip the top half of my body into the water. Again I lowered myself rather gently backwards beneath the surface, the water seeping up along my back and my wrists. I let out another squeal but also some laughter, scarcely believing my courage. The water finally reached above my chest, with my clothes now totally sopping. Then came the crowning moment where I took an extended breath and closed my eyes before taking my head underwater. I felt my hair dancing around uncontrollably under the surface and before long I dramatically leapt back up, gasping for air and rubbing my eyes.
I belatedly realised something during my time in the tub - I had got in without turning off the taps, but thankfully I spotted it just before the water level was up to the maximum, so I was spared the bathroom floor getting flooded! The same couldn't be said for me, though, but I was actually hugely enjoying this memorable first. My friend Trish pointed out that my clothes would be destroyed and would take hours to dry, but I wasn't concerned at that moment so I allowed myself to relax in the tub for a few minutes, suddenly accustomed to my wet clothes. I occasionally lifted my legs out of the water, again noticing the vast amounts of water that had seeped into my jeans as I admired my socks. When I went to pull my leg underwater again, a gentle stream of water drained from my jeans back to the expanse in the tub, making a playful splashing noise on impact.
Eventually I decided enough was enough and climbed out of the water. The dripping from my clothes was pronounced as I stood up, with only my ankles and feet still underwater. As I lifted my feet out, more water fell from my jeans and I stepped onto a towel, grimacing at the feel of my soaking socks. I changed into some dry clothes, removing the drenched attire with difficulty. Clothes feel so different when they've been submerged. Now I knew what Trish was saying about them needing hours to dry out, so I wasted no time in hanging them out on the line, where luckily they were dry much quicker than expected.
That was a good day. I'm still amazed that I went through with it but I'm so glad I did. In fact, I loved it so much that I went back and repeated it the next day! This time, I remembered to turn the taps off before I got into the bath! I just hope now I don't make a habit of these clothed baths!! :)
Lea will take it from here:
OK so I filled up a bath (not to the top but enough to cover me completely), all the while questioning whether I was about to go through on the stupidest idea I ever had. I stared into the bath water and giggled, but inwardly I was terrified. This may have been one of those things that looked a much better idea than it actually was. I got this far, though, so no way I was going to chicken out.
I slowly lurched my right foot into the bath, waiting for that moment of impact with the water. When it came I knew it straight away and, slowly still, I let the water envelop my sock, feeling the damp immediately. I then brought my other leg into the bath, not taking as much time with this one to dip it underwater. I was wearing very long jeans, too, so the ends of them came into contact with the bath water as well.
I then lowered myself very nervously into the bath, feeling the water rise up along my legs as I went ever lower. After a few seconds I was sitting down in the tub, with everything below the waist now soaked. I squirmed as the water hit my jeans, which seemed to have doubled in weight.
I leaned forward and prepared to dip the top half of my body into the water. Again I lowered myself rather gently backwards beneath the surface, the water seeping up along my back and my wrists. I let out another squeal but also some laughter, scarcely believing my courage. The water finally reached above my chest, with my clothes now totally sopping. Then came the crowning moment where I took an extended breath and closed my eyes before taking my head underwater. I felt my hair dancing around uncontrollably under the surface and before long I dramatically leapt back up, gasping for air and rubbing my eyes.
I belatedly realised something during my time in the tub - I had got in without turning off the taps, but thankfully I spotted it just before the water level was up to the maximum, so I was spared the bathroom floor getting flooded! The same couldn't be said for me, though, but I was actually hugely enjoying this memorable first. My friend Trish pointed out that my clothes would be destroyed and would take hours to dry, but I wasn't concerned at that moment so I allowed myself to relax in the tub for a few minutes, suddenly accustomed to my wet clothes. I occasionally lifted my legs out of the water, again noticing the vast amounts of water that had seeped into my jeans as I admired my socks. When I went to pull my leg underwater again, a gentle stream of water drained from my jeans back to the expanse in the tub, making a playful splashing noise on impact.
Eventually I decided enough was enough and climbed out of the water. The dripping from my clothes was pronounced as I stood up, with only my ankles and feet still underwater. As I lifted my feet out, more water fell from my jeans and I stepped onto a towel, grimacing at the feel of my soaking socks. I changed into some dry clothes, removing the drenched attire with difficulty. Clothes feel so different when they've been submerged. Now I knew what Trish was saying about them needing hours to dry out, so I wasted no time in hanging them out on the line, where luckily they were dry much quicker than expected.
That was a good day. I'm still amazed that I went through with it but I'm so glad I did. In fact, I loved it so much that I went back and repeated it the next day! This time, I remembered to turn the taps off before I got into the bath! I just hope now I don't make a habit of these clothed baths!! :)
Thursday, 28 March 2013
For the first time
I was a teenager when it first happened, when I first got that urge to swim with my clothes on. It was a day that changed my life.
I'll never forget when I found out about that outdoor swimming pool. It was as if it that 8 x 10 metre expanse of water was calling me. One sunny Saturday I trotted along to try it out. As I approached the pool I found a nearby bench and sat down on it. I casually slipped off my shoes to reveal a pair of black and light blue stripey socks - as you may have guessed if you read the other blogs, I have a thing for stripey socks. I simply left my shoes and walked right up to the pool edge. A mischievous grin formed on my face as I thought to myself 'Will I dare? What would it feel like?'
With that I dived into the pool. With my clothes on. Within an instant, water gushed through my black sweater and blue jeans and my dark brown hair was thrown around without any semblance of control. I felt the additional weight of the wet clothes but, unabashed, I pushed myself into a firm breaststroke underneath the surface.
I was in no hurry to clamber back out of the water. Swimming in clothes was proving to be quite a sensation! All the while the smile never left my face. I was even able to open my eyes underwater and enjoy being a free spirit. It was only after my breath began to run out that I lifted my head above the surface.
I nonchalantly swam to the edge of the pool and clambered back onto dry land. The tarmac became flooded as the excess water dripped off my sodden clothes. I returned to the bench and picked up my shoes, declining to put them back on. I simply went on my merry way and smiled to myself as I reflected on the experience of trying something I had never encountered before.
I've been making up for lost time ever since!
xxx
I'll never forget when I found out about that outdoor swimming pool. It was as if it that 8 x 10 metre expanse of water was calling me. One sunny Saturday I trotted along to try it out. As I approached the pool I found a nearby bench and sat down on it. I casually slipped off my shoes to reveal a pair of black and light blue stripey socks - as you may have guessed if you read the other blogs, I have a thing for stripey socks. I simply left my shoes and walked right up to the pool edge. A mischievous grin formed on my face as I thought to myself 'Will I dare? What would it feel like?'
With that I dived into the pool. With my clothes on. Within an instant, water gushed through my black sweater and blue jeans and my dark brown hair was thrown around without any semblance of control. I felt the additional weight of the wet clothes but, unabashed, I pushed myself into a firm breaststroke underneath the surface.
I was in no hurry to clamber back out of the water. Swimming in clothes was proving to be quite a sensation! All the while the smile never left my face. I was even able to open my eyes underwater and enjoy being a free spirit. It was only after my breath began to run out that I lifted my head above the surface.
I nonchalantly swam to the edge of the pool and clambered back onto dry land. The tarmac became flooded as the excess water dripped off my sodden clothes. I returned to the bench and picked up my shoes, declining to put them back on. I simply went on my merry way and smiled to myself as I reflected on the experience of trying something I had never encountered before.
I've been making up for lost time ever since!
xxx
Saturday, 9 February 2013
Montenegro
I was intrigued to say the least when I found out that we'd be spending our holidays in the nation of Montenegro. Straight away I had to reach for the atlas (I didn't have a smartphone at the time) to see where this mythical place was located. That turned into a wild goose chase as I later discovered that the country had only been formed a couple of years earlier, rendering our atlas out of date. Once I absorbed the initial shock of spending a week in a place I'd never even heard of before, I reminded myself that I would be joining six of my friends for what promised to be an unforgettable trip abroad.
And so it proved. From the moment we got to Montenegro it was bliss. The scenery. The weather. The friendly locals. Whoever organised this as our destination knew what they were doing. It was unparalleled. After the first day I told myself never to go to a major international city because you don't get paradise like this in New York, Paris, Rome or Shanghai.
We visited some sublime mountain tops and spent a day in the capital city, the name of which I have forgotten - thank heavens I wasn't the tour guide. On our last full day in Montenegro my friend Jonathan told us of a beautiful beach which was very close to our accommodation and every single one of us voted in favour of a visit.
Shauna noticed that I was the only of the group who didn't bring a rucksack with them to the beach. I didn't even realise I hadn't brought one. Why would I need a rucksack at the beach? We took a half-hour walk along the seaside upon our arrival and when that finished I observed that two of the guys were getting undressed in preparation to test the warmth of the water. The hardy pair didn't wince upon contact with the water, which was encouraging indeed. "This is way warmer than at home!" Paddy cheered.
One by one we all made our way in for a swim. Now I knew why I was the only one without a rucksack. While the others all dressed down to the bare essentials, I was still in my white T-shirt, red and white striped jumper and blue jeans. I slowly made my way into the sea, feeling the warm water (yes, the guys weren't fooling us) filter in through my shoes, drenching my socks in the process.
Gradually I felt the wetness move up along my body, my jeans getting heavier and heavier until they were fully underwater. Then the water wrapped itself around my jumper until, at rib height, I lurched forward and felt the force of H2O up to my neck. The weight of my clothes was inescapable but I didn't care. I was breaking the mould.
It wasn't lost on Shauna, who cried "Oh my God she went in with her clothes on!". The guys all laughed, with me giggling along. Better still, Daniel took his underwater camera. We submerged ourselves completely as he whipped around to capture each of us for a matter of seconds. On the video (which unfortunately we lost afterwards due to some technological screw-up) you can pick me out in an instant. The red of my jumper was a giveaway. At least Daniel also took some photos and they remain. I've included one of me underwater.
After a few minutes we made our way back to the seaside and dried ourselves off with towels - well the others did, I let the early autumn sunshine act as my drier. More than one of my friends asked me why I swam in my clothes. I told them I wanted to try something different and they complimented that. I was weighed down on the walk back, though!
It was the perfect way to end an epic holiday. Sadly I've never been back to Montenegro since but one day I vow to return. It was a truly magical week with some very special friends - and one memorable swim!
xxx
And so it proved. From the moment we got to Montenegro it was bliss. The scenery. The weather. The friendly locals. Whoever organised this as our destination knew what they were doing. It was unparalleled. After the first day I told myself never to go to a major international city because you don't get paradise like this in New York, Paris, Rome or Shanghai.
We visited some sublime mountain tops and spent a day in the capital city, the name of which I have forgotten - thank heavens I wasn't the tour guide. On our last full day in Montenegro my friend Jonathan told us of a beautiful beach which was very close to our accommodation and every single one of us voted in favour of a visit.
Shauna noticed that I was the only of the group who didn't bring a rucksack with them to the beach. I didn't even realise I hadn't brought one. Why would I need a rucksack at the beach? We took a half-hour walk along the seaside upon our arrival and when that finished I observed that two of the guys were getting undressed in preparation to test the warmth of the water. The hardy pair didn't wince upon contact with the water, which was encouraging indeed. "This is way warmer than at home!" Paddy cheered.
One by one we all made our way in for a swim. Now I knew why I was the only one without a rucksack. While the others all dressed down to the bare essentials, I was still in my white T-shirt, red and white striped jumper and blue jeans. I slowly made my way into the sea, feeling the warm water (yes, the guys weren't fooling us) filter in through my shoes, drenching my socks in the process.
Gradually I felt the wetness move up along my body, my jeans getting heavier and heavier until they were fully underwater. Then the water wrapped itself around my jumper until, at rib height, I lurched forward and felt the force of H2O up to my neck. The weight of my clothes was inescapable but I didn't care. I was breaking the mould.
It wasn't lost on Shauna, who cried "Oh my God she went in with her clothes on!". The guys all laughed, with me giggling along. Better still, Daniel took his underwater camera. We submerged ourselves completely as he whipped around to capture each of us for a matter of seconds. On the video (which unfortunately we lost afterwards due to some technological screw-up) you can pick me out in an instant. The red of my jumper was a giveaway. At least Daniel also took some photos and they remain. I've included one of me underwater.
After a few minutes we made our way back to the seaside and dried ourselves off with towels - well the others did, I let the early autumn sunshine act as my drier. More than one of my friends asked me why I swam in my clothes. I told them I wanted to try something different and they complimented that. I was weighed down on the walk back, though!
It was the perfect way to end an epic holiday. Sadly I've never been back to Montenegro since but one day I vow to return. It was a truly magical week with some very special friends - and one memorable swim!
xxx
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
Andrea's birthday
Andrea turned 21 last August and unsurprisingly threw a killer party to celebrate. Rather than just going for a night out, though, she had friends over during the day, which she could as her birthday fell on a weekend.
Her parents took no chances in preparation, buying tons of food for the occasion. It turned out to be a smart choice as the party attracted a bumper crowd, to Andrea's delight. She couldn't have asked for a better day, being spoilt as she was with presents.
When the party was at its fullest, her boyfriend had an announcement to make for those gathered. He declared that he was about to give Andrea her birthday surprise, adding that he'd need a couple of other guys to help him out. Two more men answered the call straight away, making their way over to Andrea's boyfriend.
The three men then lifted Andrea and walked towards the pool. The crowd quickly realised what was about to happen and so too did Andrea, who kicked the air several times in a bid to get the guys to reconsider. But it was never going to happen.
They tossed her unceremoniously into the pool, with the girl still in her clothes. A round of applause erupted as poor Andrea resurfaced, her brown hair etched to her face as she treaded water gingerly. Fortunately she was a good sport and took the whole thing as a joke, even if she did promise to get one back on her boyfriend.
Her blue jeans could be seen underneath the surface as she continued to tread and she stretched her black jumper-clad arms towards the pool edge. The three guys responsible for getting her wet at least helped her out of the water and again the crowd clapped and sang happy birthday to the soaking wet Andrea.
When asked about it afterwards, she couldn't stop laughing but again said that she'd get her revenge on her boyfriend! All in all, it was a happy 21st birthday for Andrea!
xxx
Her parents took no chances in preparation, buying tons of food for the occasion. It turned out to be a smart choice as the party attracted a bumper crowd, to Andrea's delight. She couldn't have asked for a better day, being spoilt as she was with presents.
When the party was at its fullest, her boyfriend had an announcement to make for those gathered. He declared that he was about to give Andrea her birthday surprise, adding that he'd need a couple of other guys to help him out. Two more men answered the call straight away, making their way over to Andrea's boyfriend.
The three men then lifted Andrea and walked towards the pool. The crowd quickly realised what was about to happen and so too did Andrea, who kicked the air several times in a bid to get the guys to reconsider. But it was never going to happen.
They tossed her unceremoniously into the pool, with the girl still in her clothes. A round of applause erupted as poor Andrea resurfaced, her brown hair etched to her face as she treaded water gingerly. Fortunately she was a good sport and took the whole thing as a joke, even if she did promise to get one back on her boyfriend.
Her blue jeans could be seen underneath the surface as she continued to tread and she stretched her black jumper-clad arms towards the pool edge. The three guys responsible for getting her wet at least helped her out of the water and again the crowd clapped and sang happy birthday to the soaking wet Andrea.
When asked about it afterwards, she couldn't stop laughing but again said that she'd get her revenge on her boyfriend! All in all, it was a happy 21st birthday for Andrea!
xxx
Amy - the girl who's full of surprises
About two years ago I was at home one evening, bored and craving some company, when I got a text from my friend Amy. She asked me if I wanted to swing by her place so I raced over in a heartbeat.
After a friendly hello hug we began to talk about our weekends - I went to see a show in the local theatre, she was in London with friends. Right away I was in a better mood and it was helped even more when she offered me some of the most gorgeous cupcakes I ever tasted. What's more, she made them herself!
We talked for about half an hour before she invited me out back. The evening sunset was casting a beautiful, orange, wavy reflection in the pool and it had me transfixed. Amy noticed me staring intently at the water.
"Oh my God, do you want to see me do something totally outrageous?" she exclaimed. Silly question - when a friend offers to carry out an outrageous act of randomness, you know something special is about to transpire.
I smiled and she correctly deduced that as a yes. She walked over to the pool edge, glanced back at me momentarily and jumped right in. The most outrageous part of all - she was fully clothed.
I was still laughing when her head reappeared from the water a matter of seconds later. She too was overcome with laughter and you didn't need to be in Mensa to see that she was enjoying herself to the extreme.
"Watch this!" she told me as she disappeared underwater again before her legs dangled above the surface. Amy had decided to perform a handstand and I looked on with intent, smiling at the sight of dark blue trousers and pink, white and violet striped socks wiggling innocently, with droplets of water tumbling from Amy's feet back into the pool.
She reared her head above the water again and climbed out of the pool, not failing to smile and laugh for even the slightest moment. She dried herself off and we returned indoors, with night quickly setting in.
After another of her heavenly cupcakes I said my goodbyes and went on home. I went to sleep that night thinking about Amy and her unexplained desire to jump into her pool fully clothed. That's what I love about her though - she's up for anything.
People like Amy make this world a happier place
xxx
After a friendly hello hug we began to talk about our weekends - I went to see a show in the local theatre, she was in London with friends. Right away I was in a better mood and it was helped even more when she offered me some of the most gorgeous cupcakes I ever tasted. What's more, she made them herself!
We talked for about half an hour before she invited me out back. The evening sunset was casting a beautiful, orange, wavy reflection in the pool and it had me transfixed. Amy noticed me staring intently at the water.
"Oh my God, do you want to see me do something totally outrageous?" she exclaimed. Silly question - when a friend offers to carry out an outrageous act of randomness, you know something special is about to transpire.
I smiled and she correctly deduced that as a yes. She walked over to the pool edge, glanced back at me momentarily and jumped right in. The most outrageous part of all - she was fully clothed.
I was still laughing when her head reappeared from the water a matter of seconds later. She too was overcome with laughter and you didn't need to be in Mensa to see that she was enjoying herself to the extreme.
"Watch this!" she told me as she disappeared underwater again before her legs dangled above the surface. Amy had decided to perform a handstand and I looked on with intent, smiling at the sight of dark blue trousers and pink, white and violet striped socks wiggling innocently, with droplets of water tumbling from Amy's feet back into the pool.
She reared her head above the water again and climbed out of the pool, not failing to smile and laugh for even the slightest moment. She dried herself off and we returned indoors, with night quickly setting in.
After another of her heavenly cupcakes I said my goodbyes and went on home. I went to sleep that night thinking about Amy and her unexplained desire to jump into her pool fully clothed. That's what I love about her though - she's up for anything.
People like Amy make this world a happier place
xxx
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Hi guys!
Thank you for visiting my blog! I'm just a zany person who loves to swim, take a bath or have a shower with my clothes on and I love to watch others do the same...it's just so much fun!
I once thought that I was the only one who felt like this but I soon discovered that many others share my passion. I have made so many friends who, like me, just want to soak up their clothes without a care in the world!
I decided to tell the world about their stories of getting drenched in clothes in the hope that others might feel liberated and choose to join in the fun. I can promise you that it's an experience like no other!
I hope you enjoy the stories and may the force of wet clothes be with you! :)
xxx
I once thought that I was the only one who felt like this but I soon discovered that many others share my passion. I have made so many friends who, like me, just want to soak up their clothes without a care in the world!
I decided to tell the world about their stories of getting drenched in clothes in the hope that others might feel liberated and choose to join in the fun. I can promise you that it's an experience like no other!
I hope you enjoy the stories and may the force of wet clothes be with you! :)
xxx
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