#wetlook shorts

[wetlooklycra]

Wetlook shorts en wetlook top.

[summer-fun-swim]

Dear Diary,

Today was another one of those hot, humid days where the air felt thick and heavy. I had just gotten home from a long day at school, and all I wanted to do was cool off. I decided to take a bath, but not before indulging in one of my favorite little habits.

I went to my room and change to my favorite outfit – a pair of tight, faded jeans shorts from Levi’s and a form-fitting blue t-shirt from American Eagle. I ran my fingers through my hair, slicking it back into my usual messy style. I couldn’t help but admire the way my clothes hugged my body, outlining every curve and contour.

I made my way to the bathroom, my wetlook diary entry about to begin. I turned on the faucet and let the water fill the tub, watching as it turned from clear to cloudy with the bathbomb. I glanced at myself in the mirror, my eyes lingering on the way my t-shirt clung to my chest and abs. I couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at the sight.

Finally, the tub was full enough for me to step in. I carefully climbed over the edge, making sure not to rip my jeans or tear my t-shirt. The water was warm and inviting, and I let out a sigh of relief as I sank into its embrace.

The fabric of my clothes immediately began to cling to my skin, outlining every inch of me in a wet, darker layer. I ran my hands over my chest, feeling the damp fabric of my t-shirt beneath my fingers. It was a strange, yet exciting sensation, and I couldn’t help but let out a little moan.

I closed my eyes and let myself drift away, my mind wandering to all sorts of dirty thoughts. I thought about the way my clothes looked, hugging my body like a second skin. I imagined how it would feel to have someone else see me like this, to see me wet and vulnerable beneath the clingy fabric.

My hand drifted down to my crotch, and I began to rub myself through the wet fabric of my jeans. It was a strange, muffled sensation, but it was enough to get me going. I could feel myself getting harder, the fabric of my jeans growing tighter and tighter as I stroked myself.

I opened my eyes and looked down at my body, watching as the water lapped at the edges of my t-shirt and jeans. I could see every detail, every curve and contour, through the wet fabric. It was a turn-on like no other, and I couldn’t help but let out a little moan as I continued to touch myself.

I don’t know how long I stayed there, lost in my own little world of wet clothes and dirty thoughts. But eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. I came hard, my body shuddering with pleasure as I shot my load into the water.

I lay there for a few moments, catching my breath and basking in the afterglow of my little indulgence. The water was starting to cool, and I knew it was time to get out. I stood up, the wet fabric of my clothes clinging to me like a second skin. I stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel, drying off and getting dressed in my usual clothes.

But even as I went about the rest of my day, I couldn’t shake the memory of my little wetlook diary entry. The feeling of the wet fabric against my skin, the thrill of being seen in such a vulnerable state, the excitement of touching myself through my clothes. It was a feeling I knew I would come back to again and again.

Yours, Horny Guy

[decaffeinatedgalaxyprince]

ground rules: default safeword is 'safeword' or stoplight colors for check ins. i'll use parentheses to (talk like this) to clarify tone or intention as well

(updated jan 2025) i'm a switch, age early 30s, central time zone. nonbinary tme bisexual trans. gender neutral terms usually preferred, or androgynous-masc, or ask.

i love interaction; anons, asks, reblogs, and replies are all good! the dm system doesn't like me, and i prefer keeping things semi-public here until i know someone better. communicate your limits too, especially titles and pet names. i love pet names

i have an omo server on discord called the cuddle puddle. main rules: 18+ obviously, no age regre/ssion kinks, no ince/st kinks, no abuse kinks, no 'momm/y' or 'dadd/y' titles or roleplay, no sexualizing littles or fictional kids, no 'bab/yfur'. introduce yourself to get access to the main channels. invite here: https://discord.gg/9pZXvB2N2A

rough kink tier list:

S: omorashi, bondage, punishment/discipline, begging, voice, praise, wholesome, erotic humiliation, d/s

A: clothed sex, DP, roleplay, anal, oral, frottage, dry humping, sounding, boots, masks, exhibitionism, leather, terato, science/medical/lab roleplay, wetlook

B: watersports, uniforms, object insertion, body worship, lingerie, dacryphilia, light intox, jeans, s&m, temperature play

C: petplay, feet, wax play, body writing

top tier fantasies: being denied permission to pee, especially if it's until i beg/admit that i'm going to have an accident if i don't get permission. being told what to drink. being told to hold it all 'or else'. being told to leak a little. having to ask permission to cross my legs or hold my crotch. being told if i can't hold it/obey whatever holding rule, i'll be punished: i love funishment oh my god. i love being threatened with no toilet breaks or with lots more drinks and nowhere to relieve myself. praise! praise + humiliation! bondage predicaments!

also great: sexual omo. sharing fantasies. someone describing accidents or their own relief to make my desperation more urgent. talking about how full i must be and how much i'd love to pee. multiple doms giving me attention. multiple subs holding with me, competing for attention. sensory play. pressing or massaging my full bladder. mild intox. being told what to wear.

good: teasing about waterfalls, water sounds, etc. fantasies about consensual public stuff. golden showers. light s&m. sounding. holding contests. peeing somewhere besides a toilet. holding a long time. rapid desp. making me admit/explain what i want in detail. some watersports.

ok: 'you only want to pee, you don't need to.' measuring capacity (it's a lot. and therefore kind of a pain to measure)

ask first (but often yes!): 'you don't need to pee, you're not desperate, you just think you are' gaslight type teasing. unrealistic hold goals. holding indefinitely without a goal. short term no touch. pleasure denial / joi. piss drinking. overstim. hard s/m.

no: diap. actual oppression or abuse dressed as kink, including under/age inc/est & non/con. orgasm denial.

i'm a fat trans person with a fat trans dick, a sopping wet cunt, and a pixar mom ass. gender neutral, masc, or androgynous language prefered. you can switch it up, i'll let you know if i like/dislike something. i love talking to people, even if you don't want to talk about sex or bdsm explicitly. i live in an apartment so i can't really do jumping jacks at 3am.

i have a wand vibe, several other vibes, several dildos, other toys and plugs, a stand to pee funnel, and a decent amount of bondage supplies that you should also feel free to ask me about

now go forth and tell me to hold my pee 🥰

[shinygearart]

... you can find this black mega shiny nylon racer shorts in the markyman shop: https://markyman.etsy.com ❤️‍🔥

[summer-fun-swim]

The indoor pool area was a sanctuary of stillness, the air rich with the aroma of chlorine mingling with the faint hint of eucalyptus from the plants strategically placed around the room. Jason, barely eighteen, stood at the edge of the glistening azure water, contemplating the sensation of the cool liquid against his warm skin. He wore a simple white t-shirt that clung tightly to his muscular frame. The material, once crisp, was now slightly damp from the humid environment, casting a gentle outline of his toned figure beneath the fabric.

As he took a tentative step forward, Jason was reminded of the thrill that accompanied entering a pool on a warm day—where water became a second skin rather than just a medium to swim in. He thought about the nuances of wet clothes, how their weight and texture transformed with each droplet of water. With a quick breath, he plunged into the pool, the coolness enveloping him.

Resurfacing, he felt a refreshing rush. Water dripped from his hair and punctuated the air, sparkling like tiny diamonds against the soft lighting. Jason shook his head, sending droplets cascading in every direction, glistening as they splattered against the tiles.

He floated lazily on his back, savoring the moment until a sudden splash interrupted his peace. Turning his head, he saw another young man about his age, Eric. Eric emerged from the other end of the pool, shaking his head much like Jason had, creating an engaging spray of water. He wore a tight-fitting red polo shirt plastered to his chest and shorts that hugged his hips. The fabric, soaked and shimmering, highlighted every contour and muscle, much to Jason's appreciative gaze.

"Nice dive!" Jason said, grinning as he swam closer.

Eric laughed, the sound echoing warmly against the tiled walls. "Thanks! I’ve been working on my cannonball technique."

"I'm more of a graceful swan kind of guy," Jason replied, rolling over in the water to keep the conversation going.

As they chatted, their shared laughter filled the air, and it dawned on Jason how vibrant and alive everything seemed in the water, especially their wet clothes. Their garments became extensions of themselves, painted with affection for the simple joy of being submerged.

“Ever had that feeling when you’re just soaked and you can’t help but love the way the wet fabric feels against your skin?” Eric asked suddenly, his tone shifting to one of unexpected honesty.

Jason raised a brow, intrigued. “You mean like right now?” He gestured to their glimmering outfits, water cascading off their bodies. “I’ll admit, there’s something incredibly freeing about it.”

“I know!” Eric replied excitedly. “There’s a passion in it. It’s like the fabric becomes a part of you, each droplet telling a story. When I’m drenched, all I can think about is how alive I feel.”

Jason, considering Eric’s words, nodded in agreement. The conversation flowed easily between them, like water over rocks, weaving a connection that felt as natural as their surroundings. “I’ve always loved the feeling too,” he confessed. “The heavier the fabric, the better. There’s something spectacular about watching the colors deepen, like when a t-shirt gets soaked and transforms into a whole new version of itself.”

Eric flashed a knowing smile, one that lit up his entire face. “Exactly! And the way it clings—it’s like you’re in a whole different world. You lose your inhibitions.”

“That’s why I love pool parties,” Jason remarked, leaning against the wall of the pool, letting the water swirl around him. “Everyone gets wet, and for a moment, everyone’s just… free. No judgment, no distractions.”

“Right! It’s an escape,” Eric said, his eyes glinting. “I’m actually part of a group that does wetlook meet-ups. People come together to revel in the experience, whether it’s swimming or just hanging out in wet clothes. It’s more than just getting wet; it’s sharing the joy of it with others.”

Jason felt a rush of excitement. “That sounds amazing! I’ve never even heard of it before.”

“Yeah, it’s like a little family,” Eric explained. “We embrace this passion, and no one thinks it’s weird. It’s liberating to share something that makes you feel so alive with others who feel the same way.”

The conversation deepened, becoming less about the clothes and more about the essence of freedom and authenticity that wearing wet clothes represented for them both. A unique bond began to form, like the intertwining patterns of water and fabric.

“Wanna join us sometime?” Eric asked, glancing at Jason through wet strands of hair that clung to his forehead.

Surprised yet thrilled, Jason felt a nerve of excitement buzz in his chest. “I’d love to! That sounds incredible.”

They continued to engage, their laughter echoing in the spacious pool area as they splashed and playfully teased one another. The weight of their clothes became a shared sensation, a quiet affirmation that they were both embracing something profound and adventurous.

Gradually, exhaustion seeped in, and they found themselves lounging on the poolside, the warm air kissing their wet skin. As they lay side by side, arms stretched out, Eric turned to Jason with a contemplative gaze.

“You know, it’s rare to find someone who shares such an odd passion,” he said softly.

“Odd? Maybe,” Jason replied thoughtfully. “But isn’t that what makes it special? The joy that can be found in unexpected places? It’s worth celebrating.”

“Exactly,” Eric agreed, his eyes sparkling. “To be true to ourselves and find joy in the little things—like getting soaked in a pool on a warm day.”

With the evening sun dipping low and casting a golden hue across the waterlogged floor, they shared a comfortable silence, a bond forged through the simple act of being themselves. In that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the waters of friendship, discovery, and a shared passion that would linger long after the last droplet had fallen.

[wetlooklycra]

Lolalouisex in faux leather shorts and wetlook body.

[shinygearart]

sexy markyman racer shorts, mega shiny and slippery wetlook satin - you can find here: https://markyman.etsy.com

[wetlooklycra]

Lovely biker shorts with wetlook top.

[disneyprincess87]

Roland Mouret Barwick Dress ❤ liked on Polyvore (see more zip dresses)

[dokal]

Balmain Mini Dress ❤ liked on Polyvore (see more shiny blue dresses)