It's been too long since I've been messy, far too long, and I think I'm starting to crack. I need to get trashed.

I dream of finding a sloppy muddy field, ankle deep, stepping in until my once white trainers are completely submerged. Stepping out of them to feel the wet mud against my socks, dropping to my knees, smearing handfuls against my crotch, my ass, my chest, staining my white shirt. Falling face first into the deep mud, no sight, no sound, just the mess, humping and grinding in the slop, rolling around, spreading handfuls of mud over my face, my body, my hair. Filling my shoes and sliding them back on, feeling the wet dirt slosh about. Messy, filthy, hard and horny, pumping in the mess, spraying my cream all over my face, and walking home, muddy and exhausted.

I want to trash myself at home, pies and food and gunge; never tried actual gunge but I want to, need to. I want to take a thick pie to the face, custard filled and topped with cream, push it deep into my own face, twist it to smear the mess and push it up through my hair, let the slop drip down me. Two more, chocolate and cherry filling, sandwiched either side of my head, spread around, mess falling down my body. Remove my shoes, crack eggs inside, sloppy runny yolk, slide them on as the egg soaks into my socks. Squirt ketchup all over my white trainers, and up my legs. Carton of chocolate sauce emptied over my face and hair, shampoo the mess in as the sweet mess drips down my face. Cans of whipped cream filling my boxers, cartons of melted ice cream still cold down my shirt, my joggers, take my shoes and socks off, fill them up and feel the cold between my toes as I put them back on. Tins of beans, mushy peas, rice pudding, emptied over my head again and again. Raid my cupboards and use it all. Gravy yes, porridge yes, butter, milk, jam, yogurt. I want it all. And the gunge, I want a pool full of gunge to submerge myself in, whole body dripping and covered, clothes filled, wallow in the thick, oozing mess.

The only thing I want more right now than to trash myself, is to be trashed by someone else. Bound, gagged, humiliated and slopped. Hands tied behind my back, ass stuffed with a remote controlled plug, worn sock balled up and shoved in my mouth, taped over the top. Pelted with mess, clothes filled, cut from my body. Slap my balls, spank me, clamp my nipples, edge my cock, cage me, fuck me, use me, own me. Make it hot, make it messy,

Unfortunately between my current living situation and everything else going on these cravings are going to be unfulfilled. So I het to remain bored, frustrated and aching for a mess. Worse problems to have but still.