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"Mayfair magazine (UK)"
Love you, too
I am wondering if anyone on here remembers this, as it was what really started off my WAM fetish. In the UK men's magazine, Mayfair, in about 1982 there was an amazing letter from someone called Shiela of Gloucester.
She was a member of a kids theatre group and used to regularly get messed up, and she described one of the performances superbly. In addition, she always used to like to get dressed up and look smart before each performance, make up, hair done etc, regardless of how messy she was going to get. She gave a fantastic description of her dressed in a WPC uniform, and how she kept interrupting the act when it was "getting silly" then the guys got their messy revenge at the end.
She got tied to a chair, eggs, beans, flour, instant dessert, loads of pies were thrown at her in huge amounts, and she added how much it turned her on.
There was a great reaction to the letter but the promising sounding debate on WAM got curiously forgotten about.
Anyone on here know anything about it?
She was a member of a kids theatre group and used to regularly get messed up, and she described one of the performances superbly. In addition, she always used to like to get dressed up and look smart before each performance, make up, hair done etc, regardless of how messy she was going to get. She gave a fantastic description of her dressed in a WPC uniform, and how she kept interrupting the act when it was "getting silly" then the guys got their messy revenge at the end.
She got tied to a chair, eggs, beans, flour, instant dessert, loads of pies were thrown at her in huge amounts, and she added how much it turned her on.
There was a great reaction to the letter but the promising sounding debate on WAM got curiously forgotten about.
Anyone on here know anything about it?
Yes I remember those letters! I think there were only two, but in a wamless world 
,(as far as UK glamour/adult mags were concerned), it was Mana from Heaven! I tend to think yes, it was written by the late great Bill Shipton 
, but maybe they were written/inspired by by Clown Julie? For those who don't know her, she was a sexy, English, French maid dressed, boobie clown, who had a profile on this site and Facebook, but she seems to have deleted them 
. There is a thread on her here; https://umd.net/forums/julie-the-clown . She was sometimes known as Julie from Notts (Nottingham) - Sheila of Gloucester...who knows? Also in Mayfair about this time were the "Carrie" cartoons by Steve kingston; if they couldn't or wouldn't show wam in photos they chose to in cartoons. Carrie was a busty, bimboesque, blonde, lovely, leggy lady character who was constantly getting into "Benny Hill Show" type situations which involved pratfalls, clothes ripped/falling/coming off, and general sexy slapstick behaviour showing Carrie at her bumbling best 
. Occasionally, this would involve messy fun 
. I have included some pics of her more messy adventures below. This was before I saw "Razzle Romps", the "Fiesta Flan Flingers" and "Escort" antics, and of course,"'Splosh" :notworthy:magazines...enjoy 
Oh brilliant! glad someone else remembered. You are correct, the original letter was in 1982, where she was a wpc, followed with another one 2 years later where she was messed up as a nurse.
Carrie was great, I remember her getting messy several times and I used to love the way she was constantly getting her clothes ripped off
One or two adult mags attempted messy scenes, but they usually weren't that good, in my opinion. An exception was one in Fiesta in about 1985 which featured a three girl pie fight, one of the girls was a very sexy brunette who was quite often in mens mags at the time and she was dressed as Natalie Wood from the Great Race, a red and gold military dress uniform jacket, with a basque, stockings and high heels.
Carrie was great, I remember her getting messy several times and I used to love the way she was constantly getting her clothes ripped off
One or two adult mags attempted messy scenes, but they usually weren't that good, in my opinion. An exception was one in Fiesta in about 1985 which featured a three girl pie fight, one of the girls was a very sexy brunette who was quite often in mens mags at the time and she was dressed as Natalie Wood from the Great Race, a red and gold military dress uniform jacket, with a basque, stockings and high heels.
It was 1982, and it made such an impression on me -- what? other people like this, too? -- that I've kept it after all these years. I had such hopes that "Sheila of Gloucester" might be a real person, and after "Julie the Clown" became known, I thought perhaps that "Sheila" might be her. But as other comments have suggested, I suspect that this was Bill. I retype it here, save for the few lines on a page I don't seem to have kept, in memory of him:
"[For the past] couple of years I have been one of two female members of a children's theatre group who has regularly been drenched and pelted with pies and have found that I have enjoyed every minute of it.
It first started when one of the writers called for a volunteer to have a sloppy pie pushed in her face, and being new to the group I immediately offered. I didn't realize at the time that I was opening the gate to being a full-time slapstick stooge and how much I would grow to love it.
Since those early days I have had dozens of cream cakes, sticky pies or buckets of goo thrown at me or pushed down my blouse whilst the kids would roar with laughter at my fate, I loved the sensation of all the mess as it trickled down me or splattered across my body. I would hate to think of it as a fetish because it is so innocent a pleasure but I must admit that the feeling turns me on.
Apart from the actual sensation of the chosen mess oozing down between my boobs or running down my face, one of the pleasures I get out of it is the preparation. Before every performance, regardless of how messy I am going to get I take great care to dress as smartly as possible (often I'm in uniform, I've been messed up as a nurse, a traffic warden or school girl many times). I also make certain that my hair, which is blonde, is neatly styled and I always wear make-up. Then, absolutely immaculate, I go out to meet my fate.
One of my best occasions was when I played a character called WPC Nabham in the garden of the local children's hospital. Throughout the show, as the character, I had to keep interrupting items when they looked like getting silly. And at the end, the others would get their messy revenge. First of all, I would be tied to a chair with my hands behind my back, and no way of preventing the forthcoming onslaught. Then came two buckets of water that hit me squarely in the boobs drenching the navy blue uniform and trickling down my black stockings. Then with the uniform already plastered against my body, the baddies would turn their attention to my hair. Its neat waves were flattened with a variety of goo. Firstly eggs were smashed on my head and oozed down my face, then a deep bowl of instant dessert pushed hard over my head. After that just as I looked up a full bucket of baked beans was poured over my face, running down my neck and straight through the white cotton blouse under my tunic. My face and hair glistening and full of dessert and beans, one of the men began to unbutton the uniform jacket. I'm powerless to resist even if I wanted to as the white blouse tight across my breasts and already wet, receives a full frontal bucket of muddy brown sludge that runs down between my legs making me even more excited than I was before. Then came a barrage of pies, pushed down my blouse, up my skirt, and into my boobs.
I was delightfully gooey all over now and could feel my panties sodden as I await my final indignity. A giant cake, made of flour and water, topped with a creamy goo and decorated with sticky red icing is about to go straight in my face. But not before the men build up the excitement for the kids by straightening my tie, lifting my chin and generally preparing me for the great moment. By this time I'm dying for it (although I don't say so) and when it finally hits me it is a truly fantastic sensation.
Usually after all that I go off to the ladies for a shower after running my hands along my slippery costume to feel it beneath my fingers and admire myself in the mirror (I also have a fantastic album of stills taken of me covered in every conceivable much). I would love to have sex with somebody in that state but so far the opportunity hasn't presented itself. I would also really enjoy meeting another girl, or man, who enjoys this sort of innocent pleasure and perhaps we could get together for some really messy fun.
Sheila, Gloucester"
"[For the past] couple of years I have been one of two female members of a children's theatre group who has regularly been drenched and pelted with pies and have found that I have enjoyed every minute of it.
It first started when one of the writers called for a volunteer to have a sloppy pie pushed in her face, and being new to the group I immediately offered. I didn't realize at the time that I was opening the gate to being a full-time slapstick stooge and how much I would grow to love it.
Since those early days I have had dozens of cream cakes, sticky pies or buckets of goo thrown at me or pushed down my blouse whilst the kids would roar with laughter at my fate, I loved the sensation of all the mess as it trickled down me or splattered across my body. I would hate to think of it as a fetish because it is so innocent a pleasure but I must admit that the feeling turns me on.
Apart from the actual sensation of the chosen mess oozing down between my boobs or running down my face, one of the pleasures I get out of it is the preparation. Before every performance, regardless of how messy I am going to get I take great care to dress as smartly as possible (often I'm in uniform, I've been messed up as a nurse, a traffic warden or school girl many times). I also make certain that my hair, which is blonde, is neatly styled and I always wear make-up. Then, absolutely immaculate, I go out to meet my fate.
One of my best occasions was when I played a character called WPC Nabham in the garden of the local children's hospital. Throughout the show, as the character, I had to keep interrupting items when they looked like getting silly. And at the end, the others would get their messy revenge. First of all, I would be tied to a chair with my hands behind my back, and no way of preventing the forthcoming onslaught. Then came two buckets of water that hit me squarely in the boobs drenching the navy blue uniform and trickling down my black stockings. Then with the uniform already plastered against my body, the baddies would turn their attention to my hair. Its neat waves were flattened with a variety of goo. Firstly eggs were smashed on my head and oozed down my face, then a deep bowl of instant dessert pushed hard over my head. After that just as I looked up a full bucket of baked beans was poured over my face, running down my neck and straight through the white cotton blouse under my tunic. My face and hair glistening and full of dessert and beans, one of the men began to unbutton the uniform jacket. I'm powerless to resist even if I wanted to as the white blouse tight across my breasts and already wet, receives a full frontal bucket of muddy brown sludge that runs down between my legs making me even more excited than I was before. Then came a barrage of pies, pushed down my blouse, up my skirt, and into my boobs.
I was delightfully gooey all over now and could feel my panties sodden as I await my final indignity. A giant cake, made of flour and water, topped with a creamy goo and decorated with sticky red icing is about to go straight in my face. But not before the men build up the excitement for the kids by straightening my tie, lifting my chin and generally preparing me for the great moment. By this time I'm dying for it (although I don't say so) and when it finally hits me it is a truly fantastic sensation.
Usually after all that I go off to the ladies for a shower after running my hands along my slippery costume to feel it beneath my fingers and admire myself in the mirror (I also have a fantastic album of stills taken of me covered in every conceivable much). I would love to have sex with somebody in that state but so far the opportunity hasn't presented itself. I would also really enjoy meeting another girl, or man, who enjoys this sort of innocent pleasure and perhaps we could get together for some really messy fun.
Sheila, Gloucester"
HaHa me responding to two different threads about the late great Bill in two days.
I have a great memory for things people say even with about 8 stella's inside me,
Bill admitted to planting these in the mag as a ploy to do some features on WAM,
He really didn't need to as he had virtually the run of the magazine before his fall out with the owner, A certain big porn baron, Mentioning no name, I wouldn't want to get sued.
I have a great memory for things people say even with about 8 stella's inside me,
Bill admitted to planting these in the mag as a ploy to do some features on WAM,
He really didn't need to as he had virtually the run of the magazine before his fall out with the owner, A certain big porn baron, Mentioning no name, I wouldn't want to get sued.
