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"Birthday Plans;)"
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iain-ecgunge said: Of course I'd love to attend! I might have to be more of a helper than a participant though (Lisa might have missed the chance to get me!) Emily is probably already working on revenge for the Numerically Challenged customs! (& I'm lining up part three!)
Part 3... Oh Fantastic!!!!! Your Numerically Challenged set is one of my Favourites and with my favourite girl Emily
haha Poor Girl... Hopefully she might understand the game on 3rd attempt
Philippa Forrester Found
I'm well
Up fir this if I'm free
Up fir this if I'm free
What do we do? GUNK EM UP
leonmoomin said:
You think you missed out, those early Splosh get togethers actually happened in my home town, they hired one of the local hotels and organised loads of wet and messy activities. I knew nothing about it!
In fact I didn't even know back then that others shared my unusual interest in wet and messy girls.
If I'd have known about it and met some of the early pioneers who attended, perhaps my WAM career would have started when I was a lot younger.
Oh well.
You think you missed out, those early Splosh get togethers actually happened in my home town, they hired one of the local hotels and organised loads of wet and messy activities. I knew nothing about it!
In fact I didn't even know back then that others shared my unusual interest in wet and messy girls.
If I'd have known about it and met some of the early pioneers who attended, perhaps my WAM career would have started when I was a lot younger.
Oh well.
I think you've probably made up for it since
I've lived like 40 minutes to an hour away from Messmaster for the past 20 years...so
He's more potato now than man. Twisted and evil.
leonmoomin said:
You think you missed out, those early Splosh get togethers actually happened in my home town, they hired one of the local hotels and organised loads of wet and messy activities. I knew nothing about it!
In fact I didn't even know back then that others shared my unusual interest in wet and messy girls.
If I'd have known about it and met some of the early pioneers who attended, perhaps my WAM career would have started when I was a lot younger.
Oh well.
You think you missed out, those early Splosh get togethers actually happened in my home town, they hired one of the local hotels and organised loads of wet and messy activities. I knew nothing about it!
In fact I didn't even know back then that others shared my unusual interest in wet and messy girls.
If I'd have known about it and met some of the early pioneers who attended, perhaps my WAM career would have started when I was a lot younger.
Oh well.
You will be familiar with Landshipping then and it's glorious mud. (have you ever used it?
Topcattopone said:
You will be familiar with Landshipping then and it's glorious mud. (have you ever used it?
leonmoomin said:
You think you missed out, those early Splosh get togethers actually happened in my home town, they hired one of the local hotels and organised loads of wet and messy activities. I knew nothing about it!
In fact I didn't even know back then that others shared my unusual interest in wet and messy girls.
If I'd have known about it and met some of the early pioneers who attended, perhaps my WAM career would have started when I was a lot younger.
Oh well.
You think you missed out, those early Splosh get togethers actually happened in my home town, they hired one of the local hotels and organised loads of wet and messy activities. I knew nothing about it!
In fact I didn't even know back then that others shared my unusual interest in wet and messy girls.
If I'd have known about it and met some of the early pioneers who attended, perhaps my WAM career would have started when I was a lot younger.
Oh well.
You will be familiar with Landshipping then and it's glorious mud. (have you ever used it?
I once had a temporary job counting boats going up and down the Cleddau River from Hobbs Point in Pembroke Dock (Something to do with monitoring river traffic), near the end of my shift a load of Bush school kids, girls and boys came down and played in the mud right next to the point, still in full uniforms. They called it Mudding. Now I was only 16/17 at the time and was completely insecure about my fetish. I was working with a friend so had to completely ignore what was going on.
Had to keep my back to it counting boats.
I didn't drive and my friend was giving me a lift home. So only caught little glimpses, gutted.
I wondered if it was some sort of Bush School last day uniform wrecking tradition?
I never found out?
Anyways, so I am aware of the mud along the Cleddau, but, now being based in Weston super Mare, it's a little too out of range, particularly as we have our own Mud.
I have never done any shoots in my home county of Pembrokeshire.
Perhaps I should one day?
And honestly, the Splosh games in Tenby, were literally a 5 minute walk from my house.
Double gutted.
Young me would never have, ever guessed at what my future would be and how I'd capitalise the fetish I was so scared of, hell I didn't even know it was called a fetish, I just hated being so different to everyone else, like the only person in the world like it?
No wonder I was so F**ked up back then.
leonmoomin said:
I once had a temporary job counting boats going up and down the Cleddau River from Hobbs Point in Pembroke Dock (Something to do with monitoring river traffic), near the end of my shift a load of Bush school kids, girls and boys came down and played in the mud right next to the point, still in full uniforms. They called it Mudding. Now I was only 16/17 at the time and was completely insecure about my fetish. I was working with a friend so had to completely ignore what was going on.
Had to keep my back to it counting boats.
I didn't drive and my friend was giving me a lift home. So only caught little glimpses, gutted.
I wondered if it was some sort of Bush School last day uniform wrecking tradition?
I never found out?
Anyways, so I am aware of the mud along the Cleddau, but, now being based in Weston super Mare, it's a little too out of range, particularly as we have our own Mud.
I have never done any shoots in my home county of Pembrokeshire.
Perhaps I should one day?
And honestly, the Splosh games in Tenby, were literally a 5 minute walk from my house.
Double gutted.
Young me would never have, ever guessed at what my future would be and how I'd capitalise the fetish I was so scared of, hell I didn't even know it was called a fetish, I just hated being so different to everyone else, like the only person in the world like it?
No wonder I was so F**ked up back then.
Topcattopone said:
You will be familiar with Landshipping then and it's glorious mud. (have you ever used it?
leonmoomin said:
You think you missed out, those early Splosh get togethers actually happened in my home town, they hired one of the local hotels and organised loads of wet and messy activities. I knew nothing about it!
In fact I didn't even know back then that others shared my unusual interest in wet and messy girls.
If I'd have known about it and met some of the early pioneers who attended, perhaps my WAM career would have started when I was a lot younger.
Oh well.
You think you missed out, those early Splosh get togethers actually happened in my home town, they hired one of the local hotels and organised loads of wet and messy activities. I knew nothing about it!
In fact I didn't even know back then that others shared my unusual interest in wet and messy girls.
If I'd have known about it and met some of the early pioneers who attended, perhaps my WAM career would have started when I was a lot younger.
Oh well.
You will be familiar with Landshipping then and it's glorious mud. (have you ever used it?
I once had a temporary job counting boats going up and down the Cleddau River from Hobbs Point in Pembroke Dock (Something to do with monitoring river traffic), near the end of my shift a load of Bush school kids, girls and boys came down and played in the mud right next to the point, still in full uniforms. They called it Mudding. Now I was only 16/17 at the time and was completely insecure about my fetish. I was working with a friend so had to completely ignore what was going on.
Had to keep my back to it counting boats.
I didn't drive and my friend was giving me a lift home. So only caught little glimpses, gutted.
I wondered if it was some sort of Bush School last day uniform wrecking tradition?
I never found out?
Anyways, so I am aware of the mud along the Cleddau, but, now being based in Weston super Mare, it's a little too out of range, particularly as we have our own Mud.
I have never done any shoots in my home county of Pembrokeshire.
Perhaps I should one day?
And honestly, the Splosh games in Tenby, were literally a 5 minute walk from my house.
Double gutted.
Young me would never have, ever guessed at what my future would be and how I'd capitalise the fetish I was so scared of, hell I didn't even know it was called a fetish, I just hated being so different to everyone else, like the only person in the world like it?
No wonder I was so F**ked up back then.
What was the turning point for you, in terms of confidence? You don't strike me as someone who harbours too much self doubt these days - and I do mean that as a compliment!
Bringing pleasure to literally tens of people!
Richard Trouso said:
What was the turning point for you, in terms of confidence? You don't strike me as someone who harbours too much self doubt these days - and I do mean that as a compliment!
leonmoomin said:
I once had a temporary job counting boats going up and down the Cleddau River from Hobbs Point in Pembroke Dock (Something to do with monitoring river traffic), near the end of my shift a load of Bush school kids, girls and boys came down and played in the mud right next to the point, still in full uniforms. They called it Mudding. Now I was only 16/17 at the time and was completely insecure about my fetish. I was working with a friend so had to completely ignore what was going on.
Had to keep my back to it counting boats.
I didn't drive and my friend was giving me a lift home. So only caught little glimpses, gutted.
I wondered if it was some sort of Bush School last day uniform wrecking tradition?
I never found out?
Anyways, so I am aware of the mud along the Cleddau, but, now being based in Weston super Mare, it's a little too out of range, particularly as we have our own Mud.
I have never done any shoots in my home county of Pembrokeshire.
Perhaps I should one day?
And honestly, the Splosh games in Tenby, were literally a 5 minute walk from my house.
Double gutted.
Young me would never have, ever guessed at what my future would be and how I'd capitalise the fetish I was so scared of, hell I didn't even know it was called a fetish, I just hated being so different to everyone else, like the only person in the world like it?
No wonder I was so F**ked up back then.
Topcattopone said:
You will be familiar with Landshipping then and it's glorious mud. (have you ever used it?
leonmoomin said:
You think you missed out, those early Splosh get togethers actually happened in my home town, they hired one of the local hotels and organised loads of wet and messy activities. I knew nothing about it!
In fact I didn't even know back then that others shared my unusual interest in wet and messy girls.
If I'd have known about it and met some of the early pioneers who attended, perhaps my WAM career would have started when I was a lot younger.
Oh well.
You think you missed out, those early Splosh get togethers actually happened in my home town, they hired one of the local hotels and organised loads of wet and messy activities. I knew nothing about it!
In fact I didn't even know back then that others shared my unusual interest in wet and messy girls.
If I'd have known about it and met some of the early pioneers who attended, perhaps my WAM career would have started when I was a lot younger.
Oh well.
You will be familiar with Landshipping then and it's glorious mud. (have you ever used it?
I once had a temporary job counting boats going up and down the Cleddau River from Hobbs Point in Pembroke Dock (Something to do with monitoring river traffic), near the end of my shift a load of Bush school kids, girls and boys came down and played in the mud right next to the point, still in full uniforms. They called it Mudding. Now I was only 16/17 at the time and was completely insecure about my fetish. I was working with a friend so had to completely ignore what was going on.
Had to keep my back to it counting boats.
I didn't drive and my friend was giving me a lift home. So only caught little glimpses, gutted.
I wondered if it was some sort of Bush School last day uniform wrecking tradition?
I never found out?
Anyways, so I am aware of the mud along the Cleddau, but, now being based in Weston super Mare, it's a little too out of range, particularly as we have our own Mud.
I have never done any shoots in my home county of Pembrokeshire.
Perhaps I should one day?
And honestly, the Splosh games in Tenby, were literally a 5 minute walk from my house.
Double gutted.
Young me would never have, ever guessed at what my future would be and how I'd capitalise the fetish I was so scared of, hell I didn't even know it was called a fetish, I just hated being so different to everyone else, like the only person in the world like it?
No wonder I was so F**ked up back then.
What was the turning point for you, in terms of confidence? You don't strike me as someone who harbours too much self doubt these days - and I do mean that as a compliment!
Leaving Pembrokeshire at 21.
Honestly, starting somewhere new where no one knew me was the best thing.
I got to be who I wanted to be, without worrying what people who knew me thought about it.
I lived in Bath, a university city. The girls I met were very open minded and the more I shared my secrets, the more confident I became.
Girls weren't repulsed, they were interested and didn't mind experimenting with wet and messy stuff with me.
You?
leonmoomin said:
Leaving Pembrokeshire at 21.
Honestly, starting somewhere new where no one knew me was the best thing.
I got to be who I wanted to be, without worrying what people who knew me thought about it.
I lived in Bath, a university city. The girls I met were very open minded and the more I shared my secrets, the more confident I became.
Girls weren't repulsed, they were interested and didn't mind experimenting with wet and messy stuff with me.
You?
Richard Trouso said:
What was the turning point for you, in terms of confidence? You don't strike me as someone who harbours too much self doubt these days - and I do mean that as a compliment!
leonmoomin said:
I once had a temporary job counting boats going up and down the Cleddau River from Hobbs Point in Pembroke Dock (Something to do with monitoring river traffic), near the end of my shift a load of Bush school kids, girls and boys came down and played in the mud right next to the point, still in full uniforms. They called it Mudding. Now I was only 16/17 at the time and was completely insecure about my fetish. I was working with a friend so had to completely ignore what was going on.
Had to keep my back to it counting boats.
I didn't drive and my friend was giving me a lift home. So only caught little glimpses, gutted.
I wondered if it was some sort of Bush School last day uniform wrecking tradition?
I never found out?
Anyways, so I am aware of the mud along the Cleddau, but, now being based in Weston super Mare, it's a little too out of range, particularly as we have our own Mud.
I have never done any shoots in my home county of Pembrokeshire.
Perhaps I should one day?
And honestly, the Splosh games in Tenby, were literally a 5 minute walk from my house.
Double gutted.
Young me would never have, ever guessed at what my future would be and how I'd capitalise the fetish I was so scared of, hell I didn't even know it was called a fetish, I just hated being so different to everyone else, like the only person in the world like it?
No wonder I was so F**ked up back then.
Topcattopone said:
You will be familiar with Landshipping then and it's glorious mud. (have you ever used it?
leonmoomin said:
You think you missed out, those early Splosh get togethers actually happened in my home town, they hired one of the local hotels and organised loads of wet and messy activities. I knew nothing about it!
In fact I didn't even know back then that others shared my unusual interest in wet and messy girls.
If I'd have known about it and met some of the early pioneers who attended, perhaps my WAM career would have started when I was a lot younger.
Oh well.
You think you missed out, those early Splosh get togethers actually happened in my home town, they hired one of the local hotels and organised loads of wet and messy activities. I knew nothing about it!
In fact I didn't even know back then that others shared my unusual interest in wet and messy girls.
If I'd have known about it and met some of the early pioneers who attended, perhaps my WAM career would have started when I was a lot younger.
Oh well.
You will be familiar with Landshipping then and it's glorious mud. (have you ever used it?
I once had a temporary job counting boats going up and down the Cleddau River from Hobbs Point in Pembroke Dock (Something to do with monitoring river traffic), near the end of my shift a load of Bush school kids, girls and boys came down and played in the mud right next to the point, still in full uniforms. They called it Mudding. Now I was only 16/17 at the time and was completely insecure about my fetish. I was working with a friend so had to completely ignore what was going on.
Had to keep my back to it counting boats.
I didn't drive and my friend was giving me a lift home. So only caught little glimpses, gutted.
I wondered if it was some sort of Bush School last day uniform wrecking tradition?
I never found out?
Anyways, so I am aware of the mud along the Cleddau, but, now being based in Weston super Mare, it's a little too out of range, particularly as we have our own Mud.
I have never done any shoots in my home county of Pembrokeshire.
Perhaps I should one day?
And honestly, the Splosh games in Tenby, were literally a 5 minute walk from my house.
Double gutted.
Young me would never have, ever guessed at what my future would be and how I'd capitalise the fetish I was so scared of, hell I didn't even know it was called a fetish, I just hated being so different to everyone else, like the only person in the world like it?
No wonder I was so F**ked up back then.
What was the turning point for you, in terms of confidence? You don't strike me as someone who harbours too much self doubt these days - and I do mean that as a compliment!
Leaving Pembrokeshire at 21.
Honestly, starting somewhere new where no one knew me was the best thing.
I got to be who I wanted to be, without worrying what people who knew me thought about it.
I lived in Bath, a university city. The girls I met were very open minded and the more I shared my secrets, the more confident I became.
Girls weren't repulsed, they were interested and didn't mind experimenting with wet and messy stuff with me.
You?
In terms of WAM - I won't bore you with the details. I left a small town in the north, went south for work, moved to London, art school etc (ironically, the least sympathetic environment to express any visually based heterosexual 'perversion'). My 'strategy' was to subconsciously move in the opposite direction to this monsterous, secret, obsession (I didn't know it was a fetish either). It was a time bomb I carried around for two decades while I misdirected my engergies all over the place. Being different and awkward, but always wanting not to be different. Eventually, I was married (unhappily, the first time), had a family, was self employed and working 24/7 and - in my late 30s - it all blew up and I had a total mental breakdown. As I recovered I found I could no longer resist being me anymore. Met GD aged 40.
Where we are now is most important, of course. It's too late to have a career like yours, Leon. Not because I'm too old, but because that time has passed. Thanks to honesty with myself I can be authentic. And I have to say this is as close to living my own dream as I ever thought possible.
Bringing pleasure to literally tens of people!
We'll have to chat more when we meet you. 
Sorry for taking this a little off track.
The plan in my head is:
Sat: Vanilla meet in one of the local bars.
Sunday: Show and party at the studio.
Which I see as several live messy scenes, followed by a messy party where guests can go in our gunge and dunk tanks.
Or be pied by our popular pies.
Possibly with Gunge being sprayed around (paint party style) and possibly foam to finish off?
We are also hoping for a few VIP guests.
We would need to charge for Sunday, to pay models taking part and for substances used.
Price to be figured out once we have a clear plan.
The studio can hold about 100 guests + 20 Performers.
There will be a dry area.
Videos and photos would only be taken of performers or upon request.
So we'd have to ask for no one to take their own pictures or video to protect the privacy of other guests.
Weston super Mare is a seaside town with many guest houses and hotels.
Easily reach by bus, train or car.
Anyone put off yet?
Sorry for taking this a little off track.
The plan in my head is:
Sat: Vanilla meet in one of the local bars.
Sunday: Show and party at the studio.
Which I see as several live messy scenes, followed by a messy party where guests can go in our gunge and dunk tanks.
Or be pied by our popular pies.
Possibly with Gunge being sprayed around (paint party style) and possibly foam to finish off?
We are also hoping for a few VIP guests.
We would need to charge for Sunday, to pay models taking part and for substances used.
Price to be figured out once we have a clear plan.
The studio can hold about 100 guests + 20 Performers.
There will be a dry area.
Videos and photos would only be taken of performers or upon request.
So we'd have to ask for no one to take their own pictures or video to protect the privacy of other guests.
Weston super Mare is a seaside town with many guest houses and hotels.
Easily reach by bus, train or car.
Anyone put off yet?
leonmoomin said:
Sat: Vanilla meet in one of the local bars.
Sunday: Show and party at the studio.
Monday: Lisa and Regis set sail for their honeymoon in Ibiza, leaving behind a heartfelt Dear John note (and a lot of mess to clean up) for Leon.
Sat: Vanilla meet in one of the local bars.
Sunday: Show and party at the studio.
Monday: Lisa and Regis set sail for their honeymoon in Ibiza, leaving behind a heartfelt Dear John note (and a lot of mess to clean up) for Leon.
Sounds like a plan!
Sounds great. I'm in!
about 20 minutes away from Weston, & it's my 40th this year, so would make a great present to myself & experience. 
I would absolutely love to come to this.
Yasss! Sounds ace, but I'm waiting for my lower surgery so at the moment I can't really commit to anything (in the absence of WAM guidance from my surgeon, I'm working on the assumption that a healed designer vagina carries the same risks as a natal one ; but that I shouldn't partake in anything while I'm healing).
I'm definitely up for this so long as I'm free when the date is announced.
This sounds great...count me in
20 performers and 100 guests but how many showers? 
Just-visiting said: 20 performers and 100 guests but how many showers?
What if I told you they had something much better than a shower?
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