With all the great mud pics and videos on this forum, it's easy to forget how difficult it often is to find really good deep mud that is both accessible and discreet enough to play in. This is so true in my case that it must have been around 7 years since I last got to go into REALLY deep mud, and consequently whilst I like all WAM activities, most of my play has been using food. However, a couple of days ago I was lucky enough to get in deep mud again.

Drought conditions are usually the perfect opportunities to discover long hidden mud pools. My last experience occurred when the water level in a nearby river dropped low enough to expose the silt at the bottom, and allowed me to wade in right up to my armpits. In the recent case, it was a reservoir near to me where the water level has dropped by over 2.6 meters from the usual level, and the resulting mud is simply glorious!!

I discovered it after kayaking on the water, and it was a little muddy walking down to the edge of the reservoir. As I paddled around, I spotted several areas where the bank was very shallow and this had resulted in larger areas of soft mud. When we finished, I was the last to leave out of the group. I packed up my kayak, but walked back to the lake to take another look at that beautiful mud.

I was still wearing my kayak kit - neoprene booties, neoprene shorts, rash vest and cagoul. There was another car still in the carpark and it was apparent that someone was having a barbeque further round the shore, but just far enough away that they couldn't see or hear me if I was quiet. I tiptoed down to the shore and over the stones, just to where the soft mud began. Then the torment of decisions began.

My rational head told me "It's great mud, but you have no method of showering, no change of clothes, you could get caught, it's getting dark, your wife will wonder where you are and you haven't sent a message, you need to get home, you have work tomorrow, don't be stupid". But since when was WAM rational? I'm a fetishist - WAM is in my blood and I've done it since I was a kid - naturally my fetish head was screaming "How deep do you think it is? Looks nice and sloppy in the middle. I don't think you can be seen or heard. You can wash off in the water further round. This is going to be SO GOOD. You just have to go in. You can't pass off this opportunity - it might be a decade before the water level is this low again."

Then I noticed something curious. There were footprints leading out into the mud - almost all the way to the really sloppy watery part in the middle. Someone had been here before me. That meant it was possible to walk out there. The footprints disappeared just before the watery bit, and became just a disturbed surface area on the mud...... ....had they fallen? Rolled? Sat down? Oh my gosh........ .......had they done this for pleasure!? Whatever it was, I knew it was possible to get to that spot.

So began a compromise. If I'd had more time and better opportunities to clean up I would have gone all out, but I decided to test the mud and just get messy up to my waist. I stripped off my boots and shorts, and left on the tshirt and cag, so I was naked from the waist down. Then I began to step forward. I didn't know if the mud would be ankle deep or neck deep, but I was going for it now. First few steps, toes sinking in to the slightly drier mud. Next few steps, ankle deep. Then suddenly, one ankle was sucked right down. A few laboured steps later, I began to sink to knee deep. I carried on.

Lifting my legs high I delighted as the last few steps swallowed my whole legs right up to my crotch. It became very difficult to move, but felt delightful. It was at that point that I realised I was level with the disturbed patch from the previous venturer. I stopped and enjoyed the feeling for a few moments.

I climbed over to where the 'other person' had been, presuming it might be safer and the mud a little easier to move in. Then I sat down. The weight came off my feet, the mud oozed around my butt, and I was sat there in the comfiest seat I've ever sat in.

I wiggled a little and as I did I began to sink deeper. I knew I had to stop - by this point the clothes on my top half were dipping in the mud and for the sake of keeping up various cover stories, safety measures, not trashing clothes I needed, and ease of cleaning up, I very sadly had to stop short in my sinking journey - I still want to sink more as it feels so incredible!

So I got back to a standing position. The first thing I did was mound up several handfuls of mud behind my butt and sit on it - like a mud cake sit! Then I got standing again and leaned forward, pushing my cock down into the mud. As I wriggled I noticed the mud doing that wonderful wobble movement that only mud or emulsions can do - like it has a life of its own. I wiggled around and rubbed myself in the mud until I came.

After a little more time just to enjoy the bliss of this soft deep creamy mud, I worked hard to get back to shore. My entire lower half was covered - so well in fact I figured that if I was spotted by someone in the half dark, I could pass off as just wearing a wetsuit or tight trousers.

I walked over to the part of the shore where I had got in kayaking as there was a lot less mud, and sat down in the water to rinse off. It took a lot of gentle splashing to remove the mud, but the water was quite warm and I didn't make much more noise than the occasional fish jumping so I didn't attract the attention of the barbequers.

I washed off as well as I could, put my shorts and boots back on, and drove home for a shower. I don't think the wife suspected anything - phew (she is not a wammer unfortunately)!

If there are any of this forum that live near me, send me a pm and I'll give you the location - just send me your pics afterwards! If anyone local has a shower I can use so I can keep everything discreet, god I want to go back and really sink deep; maybe even submerge for the first time....... hope I get the chance before the rains return and the temperature drops and that mud pool is gone for the forseeable future (not to mention others in the same area I didn't even visit).

I'm not sure what fascinated me more... the gorgeous mud, or the fact that I wasn't the first to sink down into it....!! Which one of you was it!?

Ok, so last night I went back to the same mud area for another go!! I was slightly better prepared so I was able to go really deep.

I got out to the sloppier bit in the middle where the mud was more like cream than cake in texture, and must have wallowed for over an hour!! The mud was lovely, and as I moved it bubbled as air pockets moved up - perfect quietly squelchy wam sound effects!

It was after dark, and got very cold due to a fog that came in, but it was so worth it.

Trying to submerge fully was actually really hard, as my natural buoyancy meant it was difficult to sink deeper than my neck. Eventually I gave up on trying to sink as it didn't seem to be working, but instead I did a pratfall into the mud with a huge head dunk!! I also found an old flowerpot in the mud curiously enough, and was able to use this to scoop up mud and tip it over my head.

Then I just played in the mud for a long time, relishing the feeling of being fully coated in thick mud, with only my head above the surface.

Had to clamber out quick when two Apache helicopters flew over - I went from sex drive to survival drive, as I thought perhaps someone had seen me and called a rescue helicopter! I wonder if they saw me on their thermal imaging?!! Would have given them a laugh on the debrief....

Anyway, done it!!! My deepest ever mud!! Lovely!!

That sounds fantastic, and you describe it nicely! I know what you mean about the bouyancy - I find that even in mud where I can't feel the bottom I settle at about lower chest height in a standing position, and to get my head down I need to work my body around to a more horizontal position. Though at least that helps with feeling a little more confident in deep mud!

Woww, you had a really amazing adventure!

Sounds amazing