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"How much mud?"
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Hi all, I for one LOVE MUD. It's natural, inexpensive, fun, for the most
part smells earthy and great and is soothing healthy and exfoliating on the skin and serene. I was recently reminiscing how good mud feels on me especially when I stay in it so long that it dries and I b come like a statue! I was curious as to the most amount of mud you've gotten on yourselves intentionally with it staying on and covering everything including the nostrils and how long you've stayed in it? I'm curious to see any pics from my fellow wammers!
part smells earthy and great and is soothing healthy and exfoliating on the skin and serene. I was recently reminiscing how good mud feels on me especially when I stay in it so long that it dries and I b come like a statue! I was curious as to the most amount of mud you've gotten on yourselves intentionally with it staying on and covering everything including the nostrils and how long you've stayed in it? I'm curious to see any pics from my fellow wammers!
Trying to make a long story short:
My highschool girlfriend was actually obsessed with being submerged in mud, not WAM per se, just mud. That was even before I admitted to her I was into it too (should have married her).
Over the peak of summer while offroading I found a very secluded and abandon construction site for the beginning phases of a housing development that never materialized. This was in the cornfields of a rural Illinois town with nobody around. They had all the top soil stripped off leaving big patches of soft clay exposed. I took her there and we went for a barefoot walk through it and realized how "perfect" it was.
That led to us getting really horny and planning to come back the next morning. We got there, got naked and started covering each other. It was packed in our mouths, eyes, ears, naughty areas - it was everywhere and awesome! As the day went on the sun caused the clay to dry on us. Consistency went from creamy peanutbutter to almost a sticky concrete. The more you rolled in it, the thicker the layer of it on you became and the heavier it got. I swore it felt like you were carrying an extra 100lbs on you. You almost felt entombed by it because it was hard to hear, or see anything - like a helmet of clay. Feet and hands turned to blocks. We actually started to get a little worried that we might get so heavy and exhausted we would get stuck.
We ended up plopping ourselves in a deep spot and napping/spooning in it till past dark. Making our way to a creek to clean up as best we could till we could get to a garden hose. Sadly that summer the clay dried up and turned into a solid parking lot.
Aside from some mild dehydration from not bringing enough water with us - to this day was the best wam experience of my life. Probably the best natural mud/clay I've ever been in. And I had never been so dirty ever! Spent nearly 10 hours in it.
My highschool girlfriend was actually obsessed with being submerged in mud, not WAM per se, just mud. That was even before I admitted to her I was into it too (should have married her).
Over the peak of summer while offroading I found a very secluded and abandon construction site for the beginning phases of a housing development that never materialized. This was in the cornfields of a rural Illinois town with nobody around. They had all the top soil stripped off leaving big patches of soft clay exposed. I took her there and we went for a barefoot walk through it and realized how "perfect" it was.
That led to us getting really horny and planning to come back the next morning. We got there, got naked and started covering each other. It was packed in our mouths, eyes, ears, naughty areas - it was everywhere and awesome! As the day went on the sun caused the clay to dry on us. Consistency went from creamy peanutbutter to almost a sticky concrete. The more you rolled in it, the thicker the layer of it on you became and the heavier it got. I swore it felt like you were carrying an extra 100lbs on you. You almost felt entombed by it because it was hard to hear, or see anything - like a helmet of clay. Feet and hands turned to blocks. We actually started to get a little worried that we might get so heavy and exhausted we would get stuck.
We ended up plopping ourselves in a deep spot and napping/spooning in it till past dark. Making our way to a creek to clean up as best we could till we could get to a garden hose. Sadly that summer the clay dried up and turned into a solid parking lot.
Aside from some mild dehydration from not bringing enough water with us - to this day was the best wam experience of my life. Probably the best natural mud/clay I've ever been in. And I had never been so dirty ever! Spent nearly 10 hours in it.
I like to get fully covered and feel the weight all around me, and if I find a spot where I can't feel the bottom that's even better. But the places I go to are tidal, so I'm trying to hit a time window around low tide, and the temperatures here mean that I'll start to get cold if I lay around in the mud for a long time. I've often been for an hour or more on warm days, but sometimes it can be more like 15-20 minutes.
I once found an isolated Marina under construction off a canal, with the most fantastic thick and deep mud during the height of summer. With the workers away for the weekend, needless to say I plunged straight in, while still being fully dressed in a three piece chalkstripe blue suit, stiff wing collar, tie, boots and bowler hat. It was fantastic rolling around in all that lovely warm mud, then letting myself lie back and gently float back to the top.
It was sadly filled in with water a week or so later. Still ranks right up there though as one of the best formally dressed wam sessions I had though.
It was sadly filled in with water a week or so later. Still ranks right up there though as one of the best formally dressed wam sessions I had though.
MoMud said: Unfortunately, I have not ever had the chance to get into a decent mud pit.
It is, however, on my bucket 'full of mud' list.
It is, however, on my bucket 'full of mud' list.
I can promise you that you won't regret it! The best is when there's nobody around and you cake yourself with it and your eyes and ears are covered and all you can hear is your heartbeat and smell the sweet earthy aroma of the mud and you're there until it hardens around you like Han in carbonite
The longest time covered in mud was probably at the mud parties at the Lab in Berlin. there for at least 5-6 hours covered head to toe from the 2 mud pits they have.
Always a great evening and usually one of the last to leave.
Have also regularly slend a couple of hours sinking in the deep clay mud at one of the quarries near me.
Always a great evening and usually one of the last to leave.
Have also regularly slend a couple of hours sinking in the deep clay mud at one of the quarries near me.
What is a mud party? I'm intrigued by this 
I've spent a good 8 hours in a sediment pond off the side of a lake between the lake and an interstate. Being in plain view of the interstate I always went at night. This particular night was a full moon and I stayed all night. Unfortunately being night and before digital there are no pictures, but the memories will always stay.
After examining the video of the event, I was able to determine that I spent 40 minutes buried in a mud pit with my feet tied together and my hands tied behind my back. Maybe not an epic amount of time, but when you're tied up like that it can seem like an eternity 
. A few pics are in my profile:
https://umd.net/profile/i/tiedandmessy/section/photos/album/tiedandmessys_main_album
. A few pics are in my profile: https://umd.net/profile/i/tiedandmessy/section/photos/album/tiedandmessys_main_album
Mightymud said:
That is possibly the hottest thing I've ever read. And you didn't even mention any sex. (Though presumably there was plenty, lol).
This what I love so goddamn much about WAM as a fetish. There is so much more to it than just slight variations of fucking.
That is possibly the hottest thing I've ever read. And you didn't even mention any sex. (Though presumably there was plenty, lol).
This what I love so goddamn much about WAM as a fetish. There is so much more to it than just slight variations of fucking.
Shame to admit it - but there was no sex. We played it safe - clay and vaginas probably aren't a good mix. There was lots of touching and a lifetime of happy Wam memories - which is still a good trade off.
Wish I suggested anal
mudfkr said: I've spent a good 8 hours in a sediment pond off the side of a lake between the lake and an interstate. Being in plain view of the interstate I always went at night. This particular night was a full moon and I stayed all night. Unfortunately being night and before digital there are no pictures, but the memories will always stay.
How much were you covered in it? We're you cold? I like to test how long I can hold my breath and how well I can hear by covering my entire face in the mud including my nostrils and my entire ears
Bisexual_chub said: Trying to make a long story short:
My highschool girlfriend was actually obsessed with being submerged in mud, not WAM per se, just mud. That was even before I admitted to her I was into it too (should have married her).
Over the peak of summer while offroading I found a very secluded and abandon construction site for the beginning phases of a housing development that never materialized. This was in the cornfields of a rural Illinois town with nobody around. They had all the top soil stripped off leaving big patches of soft clay exposed. I took her there and we went for a barefoot walk through it and realized how "perfect" it was.
That led to us getting really horny and planning to come back the next morning. We got there, got naked and started covering each other. It was packed in our mouths, eyes, ears, naughty areas - it was everywhere and awesome! As the day went on the sun caused the clay to dry on us. Consistency went from creamy peanutbutter to almost a sticky concrete. The more you rolled in it, the thicker the layer of it on you became and the heavier it got. I swore it felt like you were carrying an extra 100lbs on you. You almost felt entombed by it because it was hard to hear, or see anything - like a helmet of clay. Feet and hands turned to blocks. We actually started to get a little worried that we might get so heavy and exhausted we would get stuck.
We ended up plopping ourselves in a deep spot and napping/spooning in it till past dark. Making our way to a creek to clean up as best we could till we could get to a garden hose. Sadly that summer the clay dried up and turned into a solid parking lot.
Aside from some mild dehydration from not bringing enough water with us - to this day was the best wam experience of my life. Probably the best natural mud/clay I've ever been in. And I had never been so dirty ever! Spent nearly 10 hours in it.
My highschool girlfriend was actually obsessed with being submerged in mud, not WAM per se, just mud. That was even before I admitted to her I was into it too (should have married her).
Over the peak of summer while offroading I found a very secluded and abandon construction site for the beginning phases of a housing development that never materialized. This was in the cornfields of a rural Illinois town with nobody around. They had all the top soil stripped off leaving big patches of soft clay exposed. I took her there and we went for a barefoot walk through it and realized how "perfect" it was.
That led to us getting really horny and planning to come back the next morning. We got there, got naked and started covering each other. It was packed in our mouths, eyes, ears, naughty areas - it was everywhere and awesome! As the day went on the sun caused the clay to dry on us. Consistency went from creamy peanutbutter to almost a sticky concrete. The more you rolled in it, the thicker the layer of it on you became and the heavier it got. I swore it felt like you were carrying an extra 100lbs on you. You almost felt entombed by it because it was hard to hear, or see anything - like a helmet of clay. Feet and hands turned to blocks. We actually started to get a little worried that we might get so heavy and exhausted we would get stuck.
We ended up plopping ourselves in a deep spot and napping/spooning in it till past dark. Making our way to a creek to clean up as best we could till we could get to a garden hose. Sadly that summer the clay dried up and turned into a solid parking lot.
Aside from some mild dehydration from not bringing enough water with us - to this day was the best wam experience of my life. Probably the best natural mud/clay I've ever been in. And I had never been so dirty ever! Spent nearly 10 hours in it.
Did you or her come in it? I came several times in mud without touching myself at all save covering myself in it
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