My interest in messy fun began right back in my early teens. As i started to explore my first stirrings of sexuality I found myself mixing up various concoctions of mess and sinking my action man into it pretending it was quicksand. Out in the garden I felt compelled to make little patches of mud and found huge excitment in plunging a hand, a foot or a knee into it. (I also have a knee fetish - very odd!) All of this was also fuelled by the occasional finding in porn mags like Knave and Mayfair strongest of which was an advert for the video "Muddy Minges." My mind was blown, and I can still recall the words now; "When two girls decide to play in the mud, it all starts as good clean fun, but as their bodies become completely covered in the warm, sensuous liquid, their delight soon turns to desire. A highly erotic film of two young women squirming to orgasm, with explicit scenes of female masturbation and lesbian love." When fifteen years later the kind man from Aquantics sent me a copy it didn't quite measure up to my expectations, but that little ad with the tiny picture accompanying it played a real role.
I also remember a family holiday where we visited Watchet Bay in Somerset, south UK. I was only about 10 at the time, and I recall one day sitting on the sandy beach with my mum and dad. The tide was well out at the time, and we could see a trio of young girls in the distance laughing together as they played in the mud closer to the sea. I will never forget the sight as a little later on they walked past giggling together, plastered from the head down in black mud. My dad scolded them as they passed which just made them laugh all the more. My eyes followed them, amazed at the sight, and even at that young age I'm sure it had a huge effect on me.
A few years later our local lake was drained for dredging. For several weeks one summer a vast expanse of gloopy mud was revealed. Simultaneously, the surrounding fields were cleared for house building. Dotted throughout the moonscape were huge pits of the stickiest mud you could imagine churned up by the ongoing work. Being West Sussex the soil was like stiff yellow potting clay so the nearest description I've got are the thicker clay pits in the Messy Fun movies. Alas, these were still the very earliest days of my messy development, so I never quite bucked up enough courage to follow my urges. I do remember asking a friend though if he and his sister fancied a nude wallow. I was turned down! To this day I still see that summer as one of the biggest lost opportunities of my life!
Never-the-less, despite peroids when I feared there must be something wrong with me and all that other teenage stuff, my love of mess grew, as did my boldness. I began searching out local woods for good mud spots. Best of all though was when my parents went away on holiday. Dragging their double mattress downstairs I'd cover it in a tarp, mix up several buckets of sticky garden clay, and wallow naked for several days in a row. One time I also bought two huge bags of fishing groundbait, a load of flour, and mixed it all up with water almost to the brim of a plastic dustbin. Slipping into a bright blue swimsuit I sat in it, before tipping the whole sticky contents onto the tarp and wallowing away to my heart's content. Happy memories.
When i finally moved into the realm of work and bought my first car, I would sometimes sneak out of the house late at night and take the long drive to Pagham Harbour on the Sussex coast. I spent many warm moonlit nights rolling around in the black estuarine mud.
So that's a brief description of my beginnings in mess play. There were many amazing experiances to come; the cream of which I'll tell you about another time.