I’m having a rummage around my apartment and I find a favourite pair of jeans that I haven’t worn in at least a year. They are navy blue, with golden stitching, and have a sparkly sheen to them. I used to wet them regularly, and putting them on again after such a long time, I get a nostalgic yearning to see if they feel as good when drenched as they used to. I squirm around on my bedroom floor, enjoying the feel of the denim against my skin, and letting the anticipation build. I get on my knees to show off my tight bum, until I can’t hold it anymore, and let out a super strong jet through the jeans and onto the wooden floor. I’d almost forgotten how good they felt wet! I want to hold that feeling, so I writhe and stretch in the puddle I’ve made, spreading the wetness around the material and making sure I get plenty between my cute bare toes. I know one thing for sure, I won’t leave it another year before doing that again!