If anyone has ever seen me get messy before they can agree that I have a hard time keeping my clothes on. However, I felt it was time that I just really trash my outfit. After all, there is nothing quite like the intoxicating disgusting feeling of sticky, gooey, messy clothes clinging to your body. Dressed in pristine skinny jeans, one of my favorite flannels, and knee high converse boots I set out to get messy. I start gradually, flicking drops of cake batter onto my clean clothes. Then I lay back and begin to drizzle the chocolate from my boots all the way to the top of my head. I work the mess into the fabric and feel it stick to me. I needed more. I pour the goop into my clothing, filling the inside up. I squirm in the mess until I can't stand it any longer. I know I said I wanted to keep everything on, but I couldn't help myself. I strip off my shirt, pour mess into it, get it really messy, and loosely wear it over my exposed chest. This makes the fun I have with myself even more direct and enjoyable.
Not for this one. Not too big of a threat. Wearing them in my next one though. With my hands being tied up and molasses being... well.. molasses I needed them.
Love you, too
Where in the world did you find those!!!? 
I got them as a gift from one of my friends. I didn't even know they made them like this.
