My best recollection of when it started for me as a young boy, was watching the Jungle Book and that sneaky snake wrapping his coils around Mowgli, and that started my mind going about what it would be like to feel those coils. Then I seen the movie The Blob (1958), and that got me thinking about that slow moving slime that encased you. Next, the numerous shows highlighting quicksand, particularly the Swiss Family Robinson where both quicksand and a snake scene again set the mind going. So whats a young boy to do? Yep, try to recreate those images with my best creative ingenuity, so thats why I dug holes in the backyard and filled them with mud and sank up to my waist, and fantasized that a snake would coil around the rest of my body. I later realized that the neighbors could be watching, and I was getting older, which could shed doubt to my boyhood innocence playing in mud filled holes. So now I had to retreat to the privacy of my bedroom and bathroom, which was a challenge with a house full of siblings.

As I continued to grow and mature, I still fantisized about my childhood cravings but now girls started to intrique me and their presence in my fantasies added a new dimension. I still had desires to be squeezed, slimed, and to sink in anything soft, but now add breasts, soft lips, and the female scents to the mix. That only hightened the feelings in me. As an adolesent male, thinking any girl would find my secret desires interesting was not possible. Then there was that one time on a social canoe outing, when trying to help a young lady with her canoe on the rain swelled river. I helped guide her canoe to the rivers edge and the dock, and as she got out of her canoe, she gave me a smile and pushed me off the dock into thick soft mud beside that dock. As I tried to get up, I began to sink deeper to my knees, which flooded my head with my subpressed desires. She was amused by my predicament, so how do I innocently fullfill a fantacy, I reached out my hand asking for her help getting out, and she obliged. But that was the bait and she took it, I pulled her into the mud ontop of me, and to my surprize, she seemed to enjoy it. So we wallowed in that mud for quite some time untill we realized we had an audience. To conceal me excitement in my shorts, I swam into the river to clean the mud off and to cool off. We shared a seat back to the canoe livery on the bus, recounting our enjoyment in the river mud. There was hope now that a woman may be out there that shares these same desires, I just had to find her.

For years I still explored my fantasies with different types of materials, foods, situations, while still looking for that special person, until later in life I found her. To be continued