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"Do you have a definite first messy experience?"
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Well, the earliest memory is of Slime Time Live, What Would You Do?, Wild and Crazy Kids, etc.
In person though, I remember around the time I was twelve and still going to camp, two of the attractive female counselors got made into human sundaes on their birthday. I can still picture them walking away afterwards with the chocolate syrup dripping from their hair. I think it was around then that I knew I was into it.
In person though, I remember around the time I was twelve and still going to camp, two of the attractive female counselors got made into human sundaes on their birthday. I can still picture them walking away afterwards with the chocolate syrup dripping from their hair. I think it was around then that I knew I was into it.
Great to hear others experience where the seed of WAM was planted. Perhaps we are more open to the visual sensual using this as a tool for pleasure and sexual outlet. In high school and younger felt very insecure about my secret. Now that I'm older and the presence of this community I accept and Love that part of me.
First was Kindergarten age we were visiting someone in the hospital and I was allowed the TV as grownups talked. TCDTOTV was on and black slime. It was an exotic sort of shock as we are all conditioned to be clean.
Second when I was in grade 3 my friends father was watching MTV and I caught a video of models slow moving and dancing having cans of paint thrown on them. They were totally covered and dripping. It was a visceral feel, hard to describe but fascinating. Even though puberty hadn't set in the women looked great.
Third into puberty in elementary became fascinated with clay. This is mid 90's now. Took some from art class. After seeing in movies the look of a women with green clay mask. I suppose it was in part her embarrassment and the exotic look. I found my moms St. Ives green clay mask and loved the look, feel and aroma on my face. It gave me the feminine connection too in a nurturing caring sense. Like the spa to take care of your self and relax as well as arousing.
Also in my early puberty, no internet so it was my moms magazines. Would love the cosmetic ads especially exotic colours. The first time I saw a goth girl it was wow because it was so different, although they can be gloomy people.
In the late 90's got internet and discovered Messy Fun and Gold Lover. Paint was and still is my favorite to look at. With a woman paint, clay, HEC/MC and lotion. Gluten free!
First was Kindergarten age we were visiting someone in the hospital and I was allowed the TV as grownups talked. TCDTOTV was on and black slime. It was an exotic sort of shock as we are all conditioned to be clean.
Second when I was in grade 3 my friends father was watching MTV and I caught a video of models slow moving and dancing having cans of paint thrown on them. They were totally covered and dripping. It was a visceral feel, hard to describe but fascinating. Even though puberty hadn't set in the women looked great.
Third into puberty in elementary became fascinated with clay. This is mid 90's now. Took some from art class. After seeing in movies the look of a women with green clay mask. I suppose it was in part her embarrassment and the exotic look. I found my moms St. Ives green clay mask and loved the look, feel and aroma on my face. It gave me the feminine connection too in a nurturing caring sense. Like the spa to take care of your self and relax as well as arousing.
Also in my early puberty, no internet so it was my moms magazines. Would love the cosmetic ads especially exotic colours. The first time I saw a goth girl it was wow because it was so different, although they can be gloomy people.
In the late 90's got internet and discovered Messy Fun and Gold Lover. Paint was and still is my favorite to look at. With a woman paint, clay, HEC/MC and lotion. Gluten free!
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Just remembered another early WAM experience. When I was 17, in 1977, I went out with a girl the same age as me, for a few weeks in the summer of that year, she was called Mandy, and was quite attractive, a brunette with a nice figure. Anyways, one Sunday afternoon we had been to Heaton Park in Manchester and were walking back the half mile or so to her house when the sky suddenly went near black and a summer downpour started. As it was a warm day we weren't wearing coats, she was in tight jeans and a top, me in a cheesecloth shirt and jeans.
We both got drenched and I found it a massive turn on, looking at my girlfriends soaking wet tight clothes, with me sopping wet too!
We both got drenched and I found it a massive turn on, looking at my girlfriends soaking wet tight clothes, with me sopping wet too!
My first "proper" WAM experience, after the soaking in the summer of '77 was quite a few years later. I got married in 1988, but after about a year I realised that it had been a colossal mistake and resigned myself to the knowledge that any WAM and, for that matter, any kind of sex life was going to have to be, er away fixtures!
Anyhow, in about 1990 this girl, Anne, started work in my office that I liked the looks of, she was my "type", petite, brunette, attractive and with big boobs. We got on quite well and took to meeting up at lunchtimes, which progressed to going to the pub after work, and, eventually to bed. She mentioned one time that she liked being massaged, so a light bulb lit up in my head and I brought a bottle of baby oil to bed, which she liked, so I then extended this to shaving foam, which she liked even more!
As she already indulged me in another of my fetishes, dress up games, we were set for some messy fun with shaving foam pies, and one of our favourite routines was her in a French maids uniform which I had bought her and some 5 inch patent high heels. The uniform was very tight, shiny satin with puff sleeves so she could wear it off the shoulder, and it fastened at the front with criss cross laces, so her big boobs practically spilled out, it was right up to her very pert bum, and with just a tiny G string underneath she looked fantastic, teetering about the flat in her high heels, like a sexy bimbo from The Benny Hill Show!
I would start by pushing a huge pie down the front of the tiny dress, then by smushing one into her face and hair before we went into a tit for tat pie exchange, eventually rolling around on the bed, rubbing the creamy mess all over each other, before giving way to the irresistible temptation for rampant sex!
This went on for three or four years meeting up about every two weeks or so for messy fun, I also bought her a nurses and schoolgirls uniforms, all of which were regularly messed up.
Sadly, we lost contact as she got into a new relationship, and I suppose our meetings were really just about fetish and sex, other than that we didn't have that much in common, but great memories.
More to follow later about my other WAM partner! Anne was the warm up to the ultimate WAM stooge - Sally!!!
Anyhow, in about 1990 this girl, Anne, started work in my office that I liked the looks of, she was my "type", petite, brunette, attractive and with big boobs. We got on quite well and took to meeting up at lunchtimes, which progressed to going to the pub after work, and, eventually to bed. She mentioned one time that she liked being massaged, so a light bulb lit up in my head and I brought a bottle of baby oil to bed, which she liked, so I then extended this to shaving foam, which she liked even more!
As she already indulged me in another of my fetishes, dress up games, we were set for some messy fun with shaving foam pies, and one of our favourite routines was her in a French maids uniform which I had bought her and some 5 inch patent high heels. The uniform was very tight, shiny satin with puff sleeves so she could wear it off the shoulder, and it fastened at the front with criss cross laces, so her big boobs practically spilled out, it was right up to her very pert bum, and with just a tiny G string underneath she looked fantastic, teetering about the flat in her high heels, like a sexy bimbo from The Benny Hill Show!
I would start by pushing a huge pie down the front of the tiny dress, then by smushing one into her face and hair before we went into a tit for tat pie exchange, eventually rolling around on the bed, rubbing the creamy mess all over each other, before giving way to the irresistible temptation for rampant sex!
This went on for three or four years meeting up about every two weeks or so for messy fun, I also bought her a nurses and schoolgirls uniforms, all of which were regularly messed up.
Sadly, we lost contact as she got into a new relationship, and I suppose our meetings were really just about fetish and sex, other than that we didn't have that much in common, but great memories.
More to follow later about my other WAM partner! Anne was the warm up to the ultimate WAM stooge - Sally!!!
mrangry said: My first "proper" WAM experience, after the soaking in the summer of '77 was quite a few years later. I got married in 1988, but after about a year I realised that it had been a colossal mistake and resigned myself to the knowledge that any WAM and, for that matter, any kind of sex life was going to have to be, er away fixtures!
Anyhow, in about 1990 this girl, Anne, started work in my office that I liked the looks of, she was my "type", petite, brunette, attractive and with big boobs. We got on quite well and took to meeting up at lunchtimes, which progressed to going to the pub after work, and, eventually to bed. She mentioned one time that she liked being massaged, so a light bulb lit up in my head and I brought a bottle of baby oil to bed, which she liked, so I then extended this to shaving foam, which she liked even more!
What an awesome story, really glad they're not all sad like mine. Really look forward to hearing the rest and I wish you all the best with it hey!
As she already indulged me in another of my fetishes, dress up games, we were set for some messy fun with shaving foam pies, and one of our favourite routines was her in a French maids uniform which I had bought her and some 5 inch patent high heels. The uniform was very tight, shiny satin with puff sleeves so she could wear it off the shoulder, and it fastened at the front with criss cross laces, so her big boobs practically spilled out, it was right up to her very pert bum, and with just a tiny G string underneath she looked fantastic, teetering about the flat in her high heels, like a sexy bimbo from The Benny Hill Show!
I would start by pushing a huge pie down the front of the tiny dress, then by smushing one into her face and hair before we went into a tit for tat pie exchange, eventually rolling around on the bed, rubbing the creamy mess all over each other, before giving way to the irresistible temptation for rampant sex!
This went on for three or four years meeting up about every two weeks or so for messy fun, I also bought her a nurses and schoolgirls uniforms, all of which were regularly messed up.
Sadly, we lost contact as she got into a new relationship, and I suppose our meetings were really just about fetish and sex, other than that we didn't have that much in common, but great memories.
More to follow later about my other WAM partner! Anne was the warm up to the ultimate WAM stooge - Sally!!!
Anyhow, in about 1990 this girl, Anne, started work in my office that I liked the looks of, she was my "type", petite, brunette, attractive and with big boobs. We got on quite well and took to meeting up at lunchtimes, which progressed to going to the pub after work, and, eventually to bed. She mentioned one time that she liked being massaged, so a light bulb lit up in my head and I brought a bottle of baby oil to bed, which she liked, so I then extended this to shaving foam, which she liked even more!
What an awesome story, really glad they're not all sad like mine. Really look forward to hearing the rest and I wish you all the best with it hey!
As she already indulged me in another of my fetishes, dress up games, we were set for some messy fun with shaving foam pies, and one of our favourite routines was her in a French maids uniform which I had bought her and some 5 inch patent high heels. The uniform was very tight, shiny satin with puff sleeves so she could wear it off the shoulder, and it fastened at the front with criss cross laces, so her big boobs practically spilled out, it was right up to her very pert bum, and with just a tiny G string underneath she looked fantastic, teetering about the flat in her high heels, like a sexy bimbo from The Benny Hill Show!
I would start by pushing a huge pie down the front of the tiny dress, then by smushing one into her face and hair before we went into a tit for tat pie exchange, eventually rolling around on the bed, rubbing the creamy mess all over each other, before giving way to the irresistible temptation for rampant sex!
This went on for three or four years meeting up about every two weeks or so for messy fun, I also bought her a nurses and schoolgirls uniforms, all of which were regularly messed up.
Sadly, we lost contact as she got into a new relationship, and I suppose our meetings were really just about fetish and sex, other than that we didn't have that much in common, but great memories.
More to follow later about my other WAM partner! Anne was the warm up to the ultimate WAM stooge - Sally!!!
Be respectful to one another, and stay messed up!
mrangry said: My first "proper" WAM experience, after the soaking in the summer of '77 was quite a few years later. I got married in 1988, but after about a year I realised that it had been a colossal mistake and resigned myself to the knowledge that any WAM and, for that matter, any kind of sex life was going to have to be, er away fixtures!
Anyhow, in about 1990 this girl, Anne, started work in my office that I liked the looks of, she was my "type", petite, brunette, attractive and with big boobs. We got on quite well and took to meeting up at lunchtimes, which progressed to going to the pub after work, and, eventually to bed. She mentioned one time that she liked being massaged, so a light bulb lit up in my head and I brought a bottle of baby oil to bed, which she liked, so I then extended this to shaving foam, which she liked even more!
As she already indulged me in another of my fetishes, dress up games, we were set for some messy fun with shaving foam pies, and one of our favourite routines was her in a French maids uniform which I had bought her and some 5 inch patent high heels. The uniform was very tight, shiny satin with puff sleeves so she could wear it off the shoulder, and it fastened at the front with criss cross laces, so her big boobs practically spilled out, it was right up to her very pert bum, and with just a tiny G string underneath she looked fantastic, teetering about the flat in her high heels, like a sexy bimbo from The Benny Hill Show!
I would start by pushing a huge pie down the front of the tiny dress, then by smushing one into her face and hair before we went into a tit for tat pie exchange, eventually rolling around on the bed, rubbing the creamy mess all over each other, before giving way to the irresistible temptation for rampant sex!
This went on for three or four years meeting up about every two weeks or so for messy fun, I also bought her a nurses and schoolgirls uniforms, all of which were regularly messed up.
Sadly, we lost contact as she got into a new relationship, and I suppose our meetings were really just about fetish and sex, other than that we didn't have that much in common, but great memories.
More to follow later about my other WAM partner! Anne was the warm up to the ultimate WAM stooge - Sally!!!
Anyhow, in about 1990 this girl, Anne, started work in my office that I liked the looks of, she was my "type", petite, brunette, attractive and with big boobs. We got on quite well and took to meeting up at lunchtimes, which progressed to going to the pub after work, and, eventually to bed. She mentioned one time that she liked being massaged, so a light bulb lit up in my head and I brought a bottle of baby oil to bed, which she liked, so I then extended this to shaving foam, which she liked even more!
As she already indulged me in another of my fetishes, dress up games, we were set for some messy fun with shaving foam pies, and one of our favourite routines was her in a French maids uniform which I had bought her and some 5 inch patent high heels. The uniform was very tight, shiny satin with puff sleeves so she could wear it off the shoulder, and it fastened at the front with criss cross laces, so her big boobs practically spilled out, it was right up to her very pert bum, and with just a tiny G string underneath she looked fantastic, teetering about the flat in her high heels, like a sexy bimbo from The Benny Hill Show!
I would start by pushing a huge pie down the front of the tiny dress, then by smushing one into her face and hair before we went into a tit for tat pie exchange, eventually rolling around on the bed, rubbing the creamy mess all over each other, before giving way to the irresistible temptation for rampant sex!
This went on for three or four years meeting up about every two weeks or so for messy fun, I also bought her a nurses and schoolgirls uniforms, all of which were regularly messed up.
Sadly, we lost contact as she got into a new relationship, and I suppose our meetings were really just about fetish and sex, other than that we didn't have that much in common, but great memories.
More to follow later about my other WAM partner! Anne was the warm up to the ultimate WAM stooge - Sally!!!
What an awesome story! Really glad they're not all sad like mine. I really look forward to hearing the rest hey, and I wish you all the best with it all!
Be respectful to one another, and stay messed up!
So much of this resonates with me - an intense "arousal" at anything gungy on telly as far back as I remember but before I knew it sexual arousal - more an intense excitement/embarrassment/butterflies/nausea feeling - which eventually came to understand what it was.
To the best of my recollection quite early teens, 13 maybe a bunch of us were on a pick-nick outing and had been playing in one of the fields, I don't recall exactly if I was pushed or simply slipped and fell but I do remember tumbling down the side of the river bank thank snaked its way through the field. It was in the middle of one of the hottest summers and there was more mud than water. Soon I was up-to my waist, anyways I eventually crawled out completely plastered.
I think for me it started in my early teens. Initially had an interest in nudism, and began to spend time in some remote woods naked. Then lead to mud, and coupled with plastic sheeting, and found it very sensual.
I then started to experiment at home with yogurt and small quantities that I could get away with, before finally getting to opportunity on my own for full on sploshing.
I first saw messy material, I think in Fiesta, before discovering the internet which fuelled the interest a lot more - the res is history. Still like to practice when I get the chance.
I then started to experiment at home with yogurt and small quantities that I could get away with, before finally getting to opportunity on my own for full on sploshing.
I first saw messy material, I think in Fiesta, before discovering the internet which fuelled the interest a lot more - the res is history. Still like to practice when I get the chance.
Also have mentioned before that I was the kid eho wrote into FHM problem page which they printed under headline "Custard Gives Me The Horn!" - with quite a horny picture. Wish I'd kept my copy. Used to try leaving that lying around to see if it would start a conversation that led somewhere but it never did. The Internet was a thing by then but u has to be pretty rich to have it at home ...once I got online at college I realised I definitely wasn't only one into gunge!! Genuinely intrested in the psychology of it really. Wonder what if anything we have in common. I know it won't go away. It's not the most convenient kink - but it is the most fun and the one I'm stuck with - so pull that lever and gunge me again!
I have a hard time remembering most of my childhood but one thing I remember quite well is that in kindergarten we were playing outside with water toys/a kiddie pool and the water had spilled over creating a muddy spot along side. I had flip flops/sandals on and I remember stepping barefoot into the mud. I remember feeling it squish between my toes and not quite knowing what the feeling was but that it was good. As I got a little bit older I started noticing the same strange/good feeling inside while watching messy shows on Nickelodeon. I wished I was getting messy like them but didn't really get why. I was about 12-13 or so when I stumbled up some of the first stuff on the net (Messy Fun, Splosh, MPV) and then eventually watched as Messy Girl and Wambabes evolved along with UMD. I pretty much came of age watching the community grow and shape my sexuality. I was probably in my early 20's when I finally was able to start getting messy myself to the full degree I had always fantasized about in my teens 
I had a few early WAM experiences. There was always a shaving cream fight at the end of the year for the seniors at my high school, and I managed to get creamed even if I wasn't a senior (ha). I saw a few things on TV - the Brady Bunch pie fight is especially memorable. But the first major experience was at a college festival at the beginning of sophomore year. It was sort of a carnival, but there was a big mud puddle in the middle of the quad. A mud fight started, and a stranger grabbed me and threw me into the mud. (I was standing close to the mud in the hope that this would happen.) It felt so incredible to be covered in mud, and that's when I knew I was into WAM.
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