Hi all,

Was wamming in real-life as good as you imagined? Or did real life hit you hard in the face?

Did the clean-up, weird combo of aromas or general absurdity of it not live up to the hype?

Interested to hear how reality compared to imagination

My very first session was with Samantha Jane, it took place at Bill Shipton House in St. Leonards. It was a long time ago but my memories of that afternoon are still vivid.

It took a few weeks to organise and my anticipation was high. The actual session did not disappoint, l remember showering afterwards and wanting to do it all over again. Happy Times.

Honestly, when it has gone well it has exceeded all my expectations and fantasies. When it has gone badly it was one of the worst things I have done. It all depends on the scenario, person involved and so many other things.

I don't really solo anymore as the feelings are no where near as good as partnered and the clean up is always a complete pain.

Also, tomato soup now makes me wretch.

When I finally told my wife of 7 years that I wanted to pie her, it was amazing! We had sex 7 times that night afterward. Very cathartic!

I was pretty awkward with the set up and path to the shower for my first partnered session. Probably went a little overkill on the plastic which I think kind of intimidated my GF at the time, she was open to the idea and I had showed her a few vids to get an idea but when she saw all the plastic and stuff she got a little tense lol the session was amazing, she thought the clean up of her body wasn't much fun and I didn't ask her to do any other cleanup so she was fine with that. She got to watch a movie while I rolled all the plastic up and filled the garbage bags and stuff.

Overall I thought it was great but even though it's been years since then I still struggle with the right amount of set up and clean up but I have made the experience better not just for me but my partner. The smells aren't much of a problem cause I only really use sweet stuff.

The hassle of set up and clean up has limited the number of times we partake just cause it's not really something that can be done spontaneously.

When my first time happened, I was totally unaware of what wam was, only that I was attracted to the idea of it. I had stumbled upon some very nice mud in a secluded area that included a stream for easy clean up. I enjoyed the mud for awhile, cleaned up and went home. I went back to the same spot a few more times, and thought that was it, but the seed had been planted in me to crave more - more substances, more scenarios, etc. so a wammer was born. But for the first time, I had no expectations to live up to.

Really interesting thread. I would imagine it's a little less daunting with your own partner, especially if you are both committed to trying wam. Good communication beforehand helps with expectations.
Having your first session with a model may be daunting depending on your personality. For me the model can help the situation, making you feel safe secure by being warm, fun, and non-judgemental. In most cases, people are going to be nervous, it's just natural.

Such an interesting question! Wow, it's impossible to remember my specific first time getting messy period, because I'm one of those where this began for me as something I was drawn to, even back in early childhood. I can remember my first times wamming with partners as a young adult though, and those were fantastic.

... Although actually, my VERY very first times were pretty awkward, 'cause we were just using chocolate syrup and it gets SO sticky, and stealing quick moments of privacy when everyone's out of the house, which leads immediately to problems getting sheets cleaned up and so forth. But we were more laughing about it than anything else. I think of myself as really being incredibly lucky to meet really wonderful open-minded partners in college, nobody who ever made me feel weird or shameful about these things, even though some were just like "ehh not my thing."

And what I really think of as my "first" time was with one of my first few partners in those years, who was really into improv comedy and going to shows and doing stuff, and just loved the idea of new and outrageous things. She's also someone, I'd say, who really gets turned on by the sense of knowing somebody else's buttons and how to push them. But she found aspects of WAM sexy for herself, and once I'd opened up to her about it, she just wanted to go all-in, because why not? I remember before we left to go to the grocery store, I was like "Well, of course it all depends on how messy we're planning on getting," and she said (these words glow in the dark in my brain), "Um, I plan on getting *real* fucking messy." Like um... wow, what a babe!!! (We are still friends these days, something like eighteen years on, and I don't think she'd mind if I said that.)

And we had a couple of absolutely spectacular, long sessions together! The first one of those in particular was just a magical day. It was during Christmas break and her three roommates were all out of town still so we really had freedom to spread out and enjoy the whole thing. And we were teasing each other and whispering dirty talk at the grocery store...I remember she picked out a few things that she was particularly interested in trying. We got home and enjoyed getting everything mixed up in the kitchen and still flirting and making out and stuff. There was a whole bunch of pudding mainly, vanilla and chocolate, some of which we poured into two or four pie shells, plus whipped cream because we both wanted to experience some pie hits of some kind. Plus there was definitely chocolate syrup, I suspect more for the squirting factor (or adding slipperiness?) than anything, maybe a couple of sundae toppings, and some kind of weird spread that was supposed to be Milky Way flavored (or some other candy bar whose specific actual flavor profile I couldn't describe without looking at the wrapper).

Then we moved it all into the tub and just got into it, just being incredibly sloppy and silly and sultry for what in my memory was at least an hour, maybe more like two, before we cleaned up and switched to the bed. The tone would move between kind of slapsticky humor (especially on those unexpected "ahhhh that's COLD" moments), a really rich, free sense of joy (you know, the "I can't believe we're doing this" feeling)... and a really raunchy, whispering-dirty-words-in-your-ear thing. Which was a great aspect of our whole connection at that time, and her spirit of sexual imagination and creativity.

So both of our experiences getting really messy together are treasures in my memory, big gifts from the universe that I might not have gotten. And which, in the spirit of this thread, set me up to feel comfortable with this stuff, to bring it up with other partners and let them decide what aspects of it appealed to them. The two of us only dated for a few months, and it was a little while before we found it entirely natural to be just friends. But we stayed basically aware of (and happy for) each other's lives, thanks to social media, and ages and ages later --- like, fourteen *years* later --- we had a really good long hangout and reconnected as grown-up friends, and I'm really grateful for that too. Not a sexy part of the story, but another really nice, good thing that might just as easily never have happened at all. Gotta lotta morals here if you want 'em, folks!

My "first time" was playing in a thick mud puddle as a kid and not knowing what WAM was. Getting messy was fun and it felt good, so it stuck with me.

There were no thoughts of aromas or clean up. It hit my mom hard in the face though, she was not pleased.

In 2004 I became pretty good friends with a model in I was working with and asked if I could pie her personally - no cameras. She was down for it and excited. I thought it was gonna be great but something was missing, and to this day I have no idea what that something was. I got no real enjoyment out of it at all. Go figure.

Well...not my first time...but my BEST time was when my wife finally agreed to fulfill a specific fantasy for me involving pies, etc. Even though she wasn't "into" it, she still put forth the effort, and got all of the details perfect. It was great, and I would say it actually exceeded my expectations. Shame it was only the one time, but at least I got to experience it once.

Yes and no. I enjoyed it, but I enjoyed it more on the "fun" side than on the fetish side. The girl I wammed with was really nice and funny, so I found myself laughing and having fun more than being turned on.

Even clean up was fun, because we both showered off at the same time and got to help get the hard to reach places and wash hair and talk about the experience (What was your favorite, what did the mix taste like, have you ever done anything like that, would you do it again, etc)

My first session was back in April 2005, with the messy legend Wellpied. We'd been chatting for ages beforehand so we already knew each other pretty well. He was so well organised for it and he understood that I was a little bit nervous beforehand, but, once the first pie went into my face, that was it. No going back. I then got several more pies and then several buckets of stuff, including natrasol. It was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed it. so much so, that I met him a couple more times and got pied by him again. Plus, I ended up meeting loads of other like minded chaps and had many a pie session with them too.
So, in conclusion, yes. My first time wamming lived up to my expectations, and then some

First time was a shaving cream pie. At the time, I had been familiar with WAM, but didn't think I would ever do anything. It felt amazing when it hit my face, I left it on just slowly rubbing it in until I needed to breathe. After awhile it started to burn, so I learned to hard way to use sensitive skin shaving cream and let the pie sit for half an hour before usage.

Could the cameras have been the missing thing?

For me it has been a massive range of experiences.

In general, WAMming enjoyment is the same as enjoyment of a vacation - the buildup/anticipation is usually the best part, the actual WAMming is the second best part, and the aftermath is the third best part.

I find it interesting that the psychological part of the experience is as, or more, important than the physical experience. I've been covered head-to-toe in syrup and sometimes it feels indistinguishable from just being wet. Sometimes it feels amazing. Depends largely on the head-space I'm able to get in.

The most important thing, and something I have to work on, is "getting out of my own head" and just being able to enjoy the experience. If I'm getting messy outside or at an event like a mud run, I get a huge amount of anxiety driving out there, worrying about parking, cleanup, getting a flat tire, running into my third grade teacher and having a long awkward conversation while I'm covered in filth, you name it. Obviously most of that is nonsense, but tell my subconscious that. Even after I get messy or muddy I start involuntarily worrying about the cleanup, etc. The excitement part is fantastic, the anxious part sucks!

I'm usually WAMming solo. I have had a few sessions with other people and those have been uniformly fantastic - just having someone to share the experience with puts it on a whole 'nother level, and I am always grateful for being able to get together with like-minded others to WAM.

I'm working on loosening up and being more comfortable with WAMming in general. A while back, I had a solo bathtub session where I really wanted to focus on that. I got everything ready - just a couple bottles of chocolate/strawberry syrup and some shaving cream. Set up a small space heater, ran some warm water to take the chill off the tub. (Protip: put syrup bottles on a lined baking sheet in a 200 degree oven for 15 or 20 minutes for perfectly enjoyable warm syrup). I deliberately spent a couple hours finishing off most of a bottle of wine and a rum and Coke or two, which I almost never do. Once I got loosened up, I committed to settle down and really just enjoy being messy. I put on some YouTubes of messy trivia games and assigned myself one of the participants - whenever they got a question wrong, I WAMmed myself a little bit. I deliberately wanted to get messy over a period of time. I tried to get into a Zen state and just enjoy all the sensations as much as possible without worrying about cleaning up, doing laundry, etc. For a solo session, it was really enjoyable, and I'd like to do that again at some point.

A huge fantasy for me would be to head out to a campground with some other WAMmers for a weekend where we wouldn't be bothered and just have the whole time to get messy and really enjoy it. Play some messy games, have a mud pit, late night tent raids with pies, whatever. I'd set a personal rule to not clean up the whole weekend - just start getting messy and stay that way until it was time to clean up to go home. That doesn't seem unachievable - maybe someday!

love all those points about getting in the right head space, relaxing into it, enjoying the moment, and pushing down the urge to clean up absolutely instantly. i've found that the longer i hold off that "switch to cleanup" moment, the more overall good feelings/mental clarity/sense of being refreshed i have in the days afterwards. like, the cleanup is going to take a while no matter what, so first just breathe and wallow and relax your shoulders, it's all part of the experience.

i think this also helps me to actually be in the right headspace for cleanup! it's less of a "fuck, look at this shameful disaster, i've got to make this all disappear" and more "okay, gonna put on some music, zone out, and spend a nice evening cleaning up the bathroom." not a bad project.

My first "planned" time was actually amazing and more than lived up to my expectations. I'd seen a massive expanse of thick, black mud at the edge of a small river in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't shake the desire to go into it fully clothed, I literally couldn't stop thinking about it. After a couple of weeks I made plans to go there and get muddy. I dressed up in some nice clothes especially, that made it so exciting for me. I wore a red shirt style top, some tight blue jeans, and these really nice black socks, with contrasting bright red heels and toes. I took my shoes off to go in the mud. I still remember how amazing it felt as I boldly stepped in and felt the mud soaking my socks and splattering all over my jeans. I stayed for quite a while, playing in it. I even got right down in it and rolled around. It's an area I still use on occasion. And every time is just as thrilling as that first trip!

Well first planned food Sploshing session was absolutely amazing definitely did live up to the things I thought about. But first time in the mud was still very enjoyable but just wasn't really the full experience that I imagined it to be

Heh, mz1, I had a similar fantasy to yours for years. Complete with messy games, noncleaning, and pie tent raids. I also recently wrote it down as an interactive story that you might be happy to read: https://jouette.neocities.org/fivedays

Regarding my own first experiences, it was like Potatoman. As a child playing in sand/mud, I had no expectations.

My first first time was just shaving cream in my face. My first real Session was solo and about 5 or 6 shaving cream pies. It was awesome. My first Session with someone else was with the amazing Layla Moore. It took awhile to get our dates to match up but she was a total pro the whole way, made me relaxed and we absolutely had a blast smashing pies in each other's faces and elsewhere. And finally the first time with my wife was kinda awkward as we are awkward people to begin with. She doesn't like getting pied herself so it's mainly her pieing me. We are planning on a full pie fight in the future so we'll see how that goes

It took me a while to.build up to a "first time" for getting messy. I would occasionally spray some dirt with a hose and step in it, making a little mud. Then, as I got bolder and the summer months were warmer as a teenager, I would take a shovel and dig up some of the ground and soak it more thoroughly.

The first time I had a mud pit that was knee deep I almost went crazy sitting in it, rolling in it, and smearing it all over myself. I think after I was finished I started to hose myself off, but then couldn't resist and dove in again. Once I hit the point of no return and let myself be completely messy, it was such an erotic experience.

My first time was just myself, alone in the bathtub with a single tin of baked beans. They went straight down my boxers, and it felt incredible. Things got a bit messier in future sessions.

My first time with someone else was a session with Messy Jessie, and that was obviously amazing.

I did start Wamming quite early, and honestly doing it by myself was fun...but I knew something was missing, but it was good to experiment with the different sensations...but I'd rather focus on my first partnered session...

I met this girl from Fetlife, we exchanged a few kinks, so we both got to try what the other had wanted to experience...

The very first time we used WAM, I had her locked in a set of stocks and I poured some yoghurt over her head, quite minor mess...but it was a real turn on, I couldn't help myself from fucking her then and there...so maybe I was a bit too turned on...

The next session we had was the real WAM session, we did the shopping in a nearby Sainsbury's, the girl on the checkout seemed a little shocked by the amount of sweet foods we were buying...
We set everything up in the bath, I basically just wore underwear and she had a few more layers, I believe it was like a cheap wetlook effect leather like body suit and some underwear beneath.

We set the rules so every hit equalled mess, so we had a lot of pots of yoghurt, custard, cream, a trifle...and probably some other stuff (sorry was quite a long time ago).

I made sure every hit I made got her nice and messy in a variety or ways...though every hit she made...well she pretty much poured the mess over my legs...she did near the end fill my boxers and dump a trifle over my head...

Being honest though, knowing that she wasn't really into it as much as I was made me a bit downhearted and took away something from what should have been an incredible experience.
After the wash up and clean up I just felt exhausted...

So honestly, I still search for a partner who would really enjoy this...but no luck apart from online so far...