I grew up on a farm and at a very young age i used to play in my wellies by the bottom of the creek where it was smelly sinking mud. the slurping sounds stepping in the creek mud at the bottom of the cow fields in the creek, to the suckion feeling, to the way my heart raced when ever i seemed to step in it used to really excite me. At first i didn't know what was going on. I was probably too young to understand back then. But i'd always play im the mud and as i reached late teens i could resist no longer, i'd descovered the mud, the sloppy, dirty sucktion was really turning me on !!! I had to explore further and became more daring till i realised i now had a wild fantasy to take off all my clothes, sink wallow and after seeing online lose all my fear of being caught or infection. I stripped butt naked before the thick smelly creak mud, ready to wallow, i got down and wallowed in pure filthy blisss and euphoria. I rolled, naked, squirmed, humped, laid both on my stomach bare cock down deep fucking the mud, till i oozed and cummed what seemed like an endless load in the thick filthy slop ! I'd literally descovered my new love ! It felt amazing ! I stunk and i was encarsed in the mud head to toe cum oozing from my cock as i lay till i got the urge to wallow more, loving every sound embraced by the mud and filth, loving every slop slurp and stroking my cock again this time to watch my browny slop covered body and my filthy cock pulse till i came again. Seeing my sperm white on my mud covered stomach made me hot !! I used to spend hours in the filthy farmy mud creek. Its how i ever got into mud and have since been back now in my 30s with partners for many kinky wallows and heres to many more !!

After I saw the movie Stripes and any other movie that had female mud wrestling in it, i decided i wanted to play in mud myself. Once I found a place to play in the mud where there was new road being built. I pulled over one night coming home from work and stripped down to my underwear and play in the mud...little did i know at the point of entry, there was a ditch full of cold water on the other side. Still I managed to climb out of it and play in the mud for awhile then i had to get in it again to get back to my car. That was just once instance.

I also made a mud hole and played in that at different times.

Probably late grade school, between the [clean] stories my father would tell of his tomboyish adventures in the cowfields, and having a new older girl come to my bus stop who'd splash in all the mud puddles on the way home. I also remember one of the two athletic girls a grade older than me was playing catch with a raquetball against the school wall and diving to get it, by the end of recess her knees of her tights were all dirty. I wasn't allowed to get dirty, maybe at home it'd be OK but my mother discouraged such play and I was more of an indoor child. I didn't necessarily realize what influence these had later in life.

By seventh or eighth grade it was more interesting and arousing for sure. Of course at those ages everything was LOL. The couple other incidents that stand out are an English writing class, and one of my classmates, the officer's daughter, wrote and read her story aloud, about having a big mud fight in the creek overflow then walking home smelling not so nice. The other was, see locally we have a park mud day thing and it used to have volleyball later in the day for older people. One of the girls in my math class was talking about it and how fun it was, one of my other friends remarked she'd like to go too but would rather just play in the mud than play volleyball. IIRC there was also one softball practice that was nothing but a mud sliding drill day. Unfortunately no further high school shenanigans was I privy too nor participated in any.

During my HS years it was rare to get away from home alone, or my parents to do the same with any sort of safety margin of time. I recall a couple times they went to my gramma's and I was able to sneak out in the yard and get a tiny bit dirty. It wasn't till they went away for several days in the spring, probably around 12th grade or maybe 1st year college was I truly alone and free. We had a lot of construction going on nearby, and some kids had built BMX trails in the woods. I spent several days in old sweats and bike shorts walloing in all kinds of mud to my hearts content.

I'm not sure if there was a specific moment that I realized I was into mud. For me, it was more of a long process. Back when I was in elementary school, I was a complete clean freak and would get upset if anything resembling dirt or grime showed up on either my clothing or me. TBH, that's still sort of true, which seems ironic for someone with a mud fetish. By the time I was in middle school, while I still didn't like getting dirty, I was much less-adverse to it. Now, I'm a sex-repulsed asexual who, to this day, really isn't interested in sexual contact, which confused the hell out of younger me. As a result, while most of my friends were busy sexually experimenting, either with porn or with classmates, I was more trying to find out what I considered sexually arousing. Throughout late middle school, I never really found an answer to that question, but I did find that I had a very odd fascination with mud.

In my internet searches for understanding my own lack of sexuality, I came across the DownloadDreams mud site, which stirred a very primal desire to cover myself in mud. As high school went on, that fascination became a lot more-sexual, but I never found the time and energy to truly explore the depths (pun not intended) of my mud fetish. That changed during my Senior year when I found a pretty deep hole that one of my neighbors had dug in the woods behind my house. The edges of the hole were all made of sandy clay soil, and I started thinking of ways I could use that to experiment with my fetish. Eventually I took a bucket and a sieve, managed to get about 2-3 pounds of clay dust and sand, mixed it with hot water until I was happy with the consistency, and dumped it on myself in the shower. It was okay, but kind of underwhelming, especially compared to the thought of swimming in a pool of the stuff. Regardless, I repeated the process a few times and enjoyed that quite a bit.

It wasn't until college that I would get a chance to take it a step further. I live in a seacoast town in Massachusetts with some decent tidal flats in different spots, and after my Sophomore year of college, while my parents were away on vacation, I drove to the flats a little after 1 AM, stripped naked, and wallowed in a patch of tidal mud that was a little over a foot deep. It wasn't the best spot, but I was glad I was able to do it once. It wasn't absolutely amazing, but I think that one time was worth it. I haven't been back to the flats since, but a lot of that is because I know there is better mud away from the main tidal areas and further into the marshland. This summer coming up, I plan to buy an inflatable kayak and take that out to the surrounding marsh so I can hunt for deeper, better mud.

That would have been the end of the story, but earlier in 2020, I decided to take the advice of a few of the producers here at UMD and try to make some of my own mud from dry pottery clay and water. I bought some Ball Clay from TheCeramicShop.com, mixed that with some hot water until it reach my desired consistency and dumped it on myself in the shower. Let me tell you, it wasn't just good. It was heavenly. Since then, I haven't looked back. Clay is cheap, and having at least 10-20 pounds dry on-hand any time I want it is a godsend. Seriously, if you enjoy clay mud in any capacity, I cannot recommend mixing your own mud enough. It's beyond amazing. I enjoyed it so much, I made a couple short videos here on UMD, with the second, "Anal Orgasm in the Mud" being easily the hottest thing I've ever done. Now, despite still wanting to get in deep with tidal mud, my dream is to be able to sink over my head in quarry mud. Hopefully I can hit both of those marks in the coming year. Who knows?

Sorry for how long my response was, but I think most people can agree that exploring a mud fetish is never as simple as it looks. I'm lucky that I'm in my mid-20s and still have my whole adult life to continue experimenting and finding what I enjoy. Mud really is amazing, and I'm thankful that there are communities like UMD to help people explore these parts of themselves.

I grew up on rice farm In Tochigi prefecture in Japan! Tochigi is on the Kanto plain area which is one of Japan only flat area since we are mountain country. Tochigi has many rice farm. Rice is fun because rice farming is muddiest job imaginable! Rice grow in a sertain silky mud that must be in the water always. The by product of the farming is huge amounts of large muddy feilds!! I started to walk at young age! I would be outside with my grandfather and he would be working and I'd walk and crawl away and mess around on farm. When I was three I walked into the rice paddy and it's one of my first memories! I was a child do I was really short and the muddy went up to my waist. It was so weird and soft and cold yet warm. I then sat in it and just my shoulders and head was out of the muck. My grandfather thought it's funny she go into muddy. So he let me stay. Next day I did the same thing!

My earliest memory being of mud really is a sign of thing to come. As I grew up I always went to mud. No matter what I do or wearing. In elementary school I'd come home and once I got to farm I'd walk into the muck and sit down and read comic. My school uniform requires a white shirt and by end of year each grade level my shirt was less white than average student! In middle school I did same and all throughout high school. Not only did I sit in rice paddy I'd play and roll around. Also of course I'd get muddy helping on the farm! I'm never afraid of getting dirty.

I moved to Tokyo for university and here it's able to source mud but less convenient. I still try to get muddy as often when I can by visit a park or play on river bank.

I wouldn't say this is my mud fetish as mud is not sexual to me, but it's my muddy hobby! I always have loved muddy and I always will.

QUARK - TV Series 19771978
This was a sci-fi comedy. At the end of one episode Richard Benjamin encounters a woman representing 'the Clay People'... I was very young and that scene completely blew my mind.

This is close to me except I was in elementary school

My situation is a little different from what is being discussed. I don't care about mud on me as much as I care about mud on attractive ladies. I've always been fascinated by wet or muddy skin. I mean, I don't know anybody who looks away from it, but my attraction was more than casual. It also was at least peripherally connected to other fetish interests I had. My fascination may also have been shaped by mud wrestling becoming popular and seriously exploited as I came of age in the early - mid 70's. The only time I care about getting muddy is if there's somebody else to play with involved. Otherwise I can watch it all day. Maybe that's why I take pictures instead of participating.

The first time I heard the immortal words "Into the mud, scum queen!".

"The Man With Two Brain's" lol
I've answered this before but here it is again... For me it all started with the movie "...All the Marbles" second would be the film "Mugsy's Girls'"

I'm with Duncan on this I don't care about the mud on me more like seeing the mud on sexy women who experience it for the first time. When I see them enjoying so much like they just to stay in the mud forever and enjoy it like having sex with the mud itself. When I saw one of Mud Puddle Visuals videos of one of the ladies enjoying the mud that's how I knew I have a mud fetish.

I guess I realized it after seeing numerous video of people who start out in nice clean clothes and then end up getting covered in mud. It just looked so naughty and fun to do. My only problem is that I have yet to have an opportunity to try it myself.

> me being 8 yrs old
> THIS
> 'nuff said...

https://youtu.be/M9cItZUUpLs