I can tell you that the day I discovered my wetting fetish was a Tuesday. It began with too much water, and it ended with an awakening of something deep within me, a primal urge that left me wet and shaking in the raptures of post-orgasmic pleasure. Let me rewind. It was my last year at high school. I'd turned eighteen that March, and it suddenly felt like adulthood was approaching -- or maybe childhood was ending. I'd al...