Something to do with WAM

Before I start my next rant, here's a sincere thank you for the phenomenal response all of you readers have given to the blog launch. I will be obnoxious enough to ask for one more thing - please continue enjoying my writing and post your comments and feedbacks!

Coming to today's talk - WAM! The fetish certainly does justice to it's name. The way it has entered the human sexual arena, is nothing short of a comic speech bubble proclaiming these very words. Along the lines of the rather popular "kaboom!" For the goody-two-shoes, I am talking about Wet And Messy. 

The Presence: 

When I say human sexuality is by far the most intense subject of discussion (intellectual or bimbo-frolic), practice and inspiration, I truly mean it. While it is quite easy to name as many as 47 possible full-forms of this acronym just out of the air, including "Wait A Minute", "Web Access Management", "Worcester Art Museum" "Wave Model" and even "Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart", the universal acronym dictionary names Wet and Messy on second position. 

What a feminine poll says: 

When asked to a number of women; "Ladies, do you like wet and messy?", the typical responses were; "Everytime it Rains, I Look For Big Giant Mud Puddles And Run Through Them.. That Could Have Several Meanings Sir", "If someone does all that to me, I'm gonna stay & play to win!", "I LOVE wet n messy! And yes,in ALL its various forms" "By that time I'd already be wet and messy, so why not!" Of course I am picking only the "positive" responses. That is the purpose of the analysis. For the record, the only women who were against it were so either because they were afraid of spoiling their fur, or were already into "slippery if not messy".

The View:

Coming to Sapien Sexuality's take on the subject. First comes the disambiguation - the pretty basic one is that it is wet *and* messy. Not always to be read as a single term. The wet part is a pretty common kink. In fact, so common that it crosses the boundary of fetish or kink and stumbles over to vanilla sex (read on vanilla sex). The concept of a particularly wet and soaking piece of fabric, trapped between silky smooth thighs and we have the best of any fetishist squirming to try out their own version of depravity. It goes beyond the regularity of this. Consider the ever popular wet-tshirt events which seem to have become rituals in the summer breaks so popular with the American populace. 

The Wet

But it goes beyond a set of wet unmentionables. The kink becomes a fetish when you let your beautifully ironed business formals and those pencil heels slowly break the surface of the pool. Slowly feel the wetness soak in and move up and finally clash with that already moist but pretty warm area. The feeling is pretty similar when the rain falls and we just close the umbrella (and there is a pretty good reason which we know exists, but cannot somehow point our fingers on, for this) and let it all soak in. Sure it is innocent enough. There certainly is nothing sexual about getting wet in the rain. 

And it is absolutely unrelated when a chance sex right inside the main doors once home, or office, or the elevator, clothes still on, turns out to be so darn good. Nothing about being 'wet', is it? Nor was it anything about messy when Keanu Reeves and rthe quite gorgeous Aitana Sánchez-Gijón almost make out (oh why didn't they!) after the barefeet stomping of the grapes in the picture-perfect vineyards. 

The Messy

Now for the evil twin. Oh all of you prudes out there! Strawberries, milk and sugar fits right into Church approved missionary protocols. But take that any farther, or even make it simpler, like just milk and nothing else, and oh boy, we are delving into some interesting waters now. But what makes it click? A line comes to mind; "Sex should not be comfy!" When one skin glides, slips, sticks to another, sweat mingles with sweet and savory, we are talking of some serious power steam here. Slippery touches give the feel of motion, one with lesser friction, lesser opposition - of things just flowing. Take it down to a fresh pool of good-to-nature earth, or let a creamy, sensually smooth concoction flow down. If you really need to stick to more common but pricier revelations, there's champagne down the lady's (or the boy's) stocking-clad legs. 

The popular sex column Savage Love mentioned WAM in an article which was a reply to a letter from the roommate of someone who masturbates with condiments. Poor Dan Savage, I have to believe, had to conform to editorial limitations and "condemned the fetishist for using condiments used by others" although he did not condemn the fetish. 


Now when you combine the two kinks, what we have is a cracker fetish - WAM! There is no more innocence involved. No more excuses. Now is sinful, self indulgent pleasure. It's like a guilt of gluttony. Take something clean and dry and slowly, mercilessly dunk it. Some also name the fetish "sploshing". It's dirty, it's sploshy, it's slippery, it's divine. Fetishists have devised so many elements to it, that it's almost impossible to gauge all it's variations. However, I guess it's safe enough to count mud-play, edible syrups, chocolate (really tame), glycerin, icing, shaving foam, as some of the common ones. It is extremely important to realize however, that "bodily fluids such as feces, urine, vomit, semen, and female ejaculate are not considered part of WAM. The former three are typically considered coprophilia, urophilia, and emetophilia; the latter is somewhat mainstream in pornography".

- Isilyen