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"Ever dreamed about meeting a WAM model?"
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Stella said: I would actually love to meet not just models but more WAM fans in general. Not in the "I want to meet up and get messy one on one way" but more the meet people who think in a similar way as me way. If the Vegas meet up happened in my state or within 200 miles of me I would go on a yearly basis.
So, nothing quite so big but.... Messmaster said something about MAYBE doing some sort of meet up in the Philly way. I know that's not exactly close. I got friends down your way, and I know how much that drive SUCKS (fuck the beltway).
Also, Clix (Messyhot) was tossing around the idea of doing an event up here too. I don't know what the caliber of it was going to be, but he was thinking of venues so...
I can't speak for what will or won't be, just from things I've heard.
He's more potato now than man. Twisted and evil.
Fun thread, both addressing the original question, but also some of the tangent topics.
Addressing the original question, yes, I once had a dream with Ariel in WAM prep. We were in a small office, what felt like a temporary strip mall space. Ariel was in a professional gray suit, dark stockings, but also slouch socks and high top Chucks, and large frame preppy glasses. She had a clipboard and was taking my order for a "surprise" messing. My options were a public pie to the face, a pie sandwich, a deluxe, which would be like a MostWam.com public total gunging and a super deluxe, where there would be enough supplies at the scene of my attack for me to attack back. Ariel took my information on my mess preferences (bakery cream pies, pudding/custard and syrup) my daily routine and whereabouts, hard limits on places and situations where/when I wasn't to be attacked, and since I was ordering the super deluxe, what I wanted her to be wearing (sundress and ankle booties with sandal fronts) I woke up at what felt like the end of the appointment.
Another dream I had was an expansion of a minor experience I had in high school. During spirit week before the homecoming game, we painted the front entryway floor in school colors, the mascot, football jerseys, etc. A couple of girls had gotten into a very minor paint skirmish on the UMD scale, but enough to catch my interest with an exchange of blue and yellow, some in hair, face and tee shirts. I hope I wasn't doing a creepy stare when I asked the girl in the yellow paint if she was a natural blond. In my dream, I had large bottles of blue and yellow paint, and was filling/handing off paper cups to each of them to toss at each other. There was a lot of laughter and shrieking, they got fairly well, though not completely covered, I got a little splashed, and the fun ended when the principal came bellowing down the hall.
My real life meeting was at the same gathering organized by MessMaster that Potatoman was at. MyPierogative Maria is just as beautiful and charismatic in person as she is in her videos, with an infectious laugh. I didn't realize at the time Maria did personal sessions, which is probably just as well, since at the time I had neither the means nor the space, though certainly the desire.
Addressing the original question, yes, I once had a dream with Ariel in WAM prep. We were in a small office, what felt like a temporary strip mall space. Ariel was in a professional gray suit, dark stockings, but also slouch socks and high top Chucks, and large frame preppy glasses. She had a clipboard and was taking my order for a "surprise" messing. My options were a public pie to the face, a pie sandwich, a deluxe, which would be like a MostWam.com public total gunging and a super deluxe, where there would be enough supplies at the scene of my attack for me to attack back. Ariel took my information on my mess preferences (bakery cream pies, pudding/custard and syrup) my daily routine and whereabouts, hard limits on places and situations where/when I wasn't to be attacked, and since I was ordering the super deluxe, what I wanted her to be wearing (sundress and ankle booties with sandal fronts) I woke up at what felt like the end of the appointment.
Another dream I had was an expansion of a minor experience I had in high school. During spirit week before the homecoming game, we painted the front entryway floor in school colors, the mascot, football jerseys, etc. A couple of girls had gotten into a very minor paint skirmish on the UMD scale, but enough to catch my interest with an exchange of blue and yellow, some in hair, face and tee shirts. I hope I wasn't doing a creepy stare when I asked the girl in the yellow paint if she was a natural blond. In my dream, I had large bottles of blue and yellow paint, and was filling/handing off paper cups to each of them to toss at each other. There was a lot of laughter and shrieking, they got fairly well, though not completely covered, I got a little splashed, and the fun ended when the principal came bellowing down the hall.
My real life meeting was at the same gathering organized by MessMaster that Potatoman was at. MyPierogative Maria is just as beautiful and charismatic in person as she is in her videos, with an infectious laugh. I didn't realize at the time Maria did personal sessions, which is probably just as well, since at the time I had neither the means nor the space, though certainly the desire.
I felt MG Viki has a gentle playfulness to her and would love to bury my face in her painted tits. Oh my. I know my GF will give this a go some day. We've done some lotion play in the shower. A paint project is some time and set up
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Potatoman-J said:
Well Dal, since ya put it like that. I'll list out HOW I got lucky, and possible reasons that others cannot.
Note: Being friends, and having read your posts thought the past I don't think you meant any ill will with what you said. But reality is a harsh place to live for a lot of us. For some, "getting up off the couch" is literally impossible.
I just wanted to cast a light on some of those who feel to "worthless" or "useless", "embarrassed" or whatever to speak up themselves. Because I was one of them.
My first meetup with any 'model' happened to be when MM decided to have a party in Philly a couple years back when I first came out from being a lurker and joined the site. The stars were aligned, It wasn't far, it was cheap, it was public. I could go, I wanted to go, and so I went. From there I met MM, Maria, and a few other people I won't mention because I don't know how comfortable they are with being mentioned being at social events etc.
Maria and I became friends and I met some others online through her. But I never saw anyone again until Maria happened to be coming through my town on one of her tours so I offered to buy her breakfast.
After that, again no contact until the Vegas trip came round. I was jealous because I desperately wanted to go but knew I couldn't possibly put up the money to get there, find a place to stay, and feed myself. Maria and a few house mates who have since become good friends pretty much insisted that I come. I was able to find cheap fare, and we split the costs and it worked out. In fact, I owe my housemates quite a bit. More often than not, they fed me and made sure I was well take care of. They were far better to me than I ever deserved. So then I got to "meet" Vika, Amy, Kymberly Jane, Mudbunny, Friday, Audra, and a bunch of producers and members.
So yay me. I did the thing.
Some people don't have that luxury though. Some people may have the money, but may also have debilitating illnesses. Cancer, dialysis, Parkinson's, strokes, etc. Some may have crippling social anxiety. Some may simply not have the money. Maybe they're bums, maybe the work 72 hours a week to support multiple family members that can't work. Maybe some of them are going through divorce rape? I actually fit into a number of the above mentioned categories myself, thus completely annihilating any hope of going at all.
Maybe for some, 'dreams' are all they can ever afford. Who are we to dash them to pieces or cast them aside with callous notions like "well maybe if you just tried harder". Some try and fight harder than you or I will ever know, and for more desperate things than meeting a model.
My "dreams" only came true because others lifted me up, and in some cases, carried me there. Without them, I didn't have the means to spread my wings.
But back to the spirit of Dal's post. If you can get up, if you CAN do something like Vegas, PLEASE do it. You owe it to yourself to go, be seen, speak, and listen. Drink and be merry, because one day, we're all gonna be dead. Oh, and don't be creeps
dalamar666 said: Instead of sitting here dreaming about models and shit why not just go meet them? As long as you are not a creepy ass I am sure most models are pretty cool. They are just people like everyone else. They have jobs and bills to pay.
Well Dal, since ya put it like that. I'll list out HOW I got lucky, and possible reasons that others cannot.
Note: Being friends, and having read your posts thought the past I don't think you meant any ill will with what you said. But reality is a harsh place to live for a lot of us. For some, "getting up off the couch" is literally impossible.
I just wanted to cast a light on some of those who feel to "worthless" or "useless", "embarrassed" or whatever to speak up themselves. Because I was one of them. My first meetup with any 'model' happened to be when MM decided to have a party in Philly a couple years back when I first came out from being a lurker and joined the site. The stars were aligned, It wasn't far, it was cheap, it was public. I could go, I wanted to go, and so I went. From there I met MM, Maria, and a few other people I won't mention because I don't know how comfortable they are with being mentioned being at social events etc.
Maria and I became friends and I met some others online through her. But I never saw anyone again until Maria happened to be coming through my town on one of her tours so I offered to buy her breakfast.
After that, again no contact until the Vegas trip came round. I was jealous because I desperately wanted to go but knew I couldn't possibly put up the money to get there, find a place to stay, and feed myself. Maria and a few house mates who have since become good friends pretty much insisted that I come. I was able to find cheap fare, and we split the costs and it worked out. In fact, I owe my housemates quite a bit. More often than not, they fed me and made sure I was well take care of. They were far better to me than I ever deserved. So then I got to "meet" Vika, Amy, Kymberly Jane, Mudbunny, Friday, Audra, and a bunch of producers and members.
So yay me. I did the thing.
Some people don't have that luxury though. Some people may have the money, but may also have debilitating illnesses. Cancer, dialysis, Parkinson's, strokes, etc. Some may have crippling social anxiety. Some may simply not have the money. Maybe they're bums, maybe the work 72 hours a week to support multiple family members that can't work. Maybe some of them are going through divorce rape? I actually fit into a number of the above mentioned categories myself, thus completely annihilating any hope of going at all.
Maybe for some, 'dreams' are all they can ever afford. Who are we to dash them to pieces or cast them aside with callous notions like "well maybe if you just tried harder". Some try and fight harder than you or I will ever know, and for more desperate things than meeting a model.
My "dreams" only came true because others lifted me up, and in some cases, carried me there. Without them, I didn't have the means to spread my wings.
But back to the spirit of Dal's post. If you can get up, if you CAN do something like Vegas, PLEASE do it. You owe it to yourself to go, be seen, speak, and listen. Drink and be merry, because one day, we're all gonna be dead. Oh, and don't be creeps
What would life be without mystique, fantasy - dreams? I'm very fortunate to have a wonderfully liberated and well connected WAM life. Don't miss out on opportunities you are able to take, of course but, like Jason, I would never be disparaging of others for whom life is not so navigable or full of such opportunities. That's why we create media... and forums like these.
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Yes, mostly Messy Girl videos have been my outlet over the years since. A few are my favorites I go back to again an again. Actually I think could go for another round...LOL
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