I remember watching Nickelodeon when I was really young and I really liked the pies and slime. My parents were gone one day and I had a leftover white cake with orange frosting from a party. I decided to use it. I smashed it in my face. I liked it so much that I actually stuffed the rest of it in my underwear. I loved it. I got rid of the underwear and cake and luckily my parents never found out.
Whipped cream pies in little pie tins. I didn't expect that smell. Felt nice though! Later on I made a batch of pancake mix, I remember being surprised at the weight of it. I was maybe 15. Good times.
I was scared, so scared. Of course I was all by myself, so...
Actually I had the same thing about the smell of whipped cream. I made a couple pies and some pudding and was trying to show myself that if I just tried getting messy, I would find it to nothe a turn on at all and I could be "normal." How totally wrong I was, because I had never been more turned on in my thirteen years of life at that pointe. I didn't have the wherewithal to warm up my messes, so they were cold AF. But there I was, messy and shivering, more turned on than ever before and came harder than I had ever made myself cum before. That's when I knew I wasn't going to get rid of this turn on/kink/fetish. Luckily for me, shortly afterwards Al Gore invented the internets and I found out that I wasn't the only the only one who was turned on by WAM, and that as far as kinky things go, it is quite mild and fun.
My unintentional first time I was walking around a construction site with a cute neighbor girl. I went to step on a pile of concrete, and then *schup*! Up to my calf in concrete. We both walked in it and played until we had to go. I can't remember how old, but definitely elementary age.
Around middle school I mustered up the courage to make green slime out of quick oats. It was warm, heavy, and smelled awesome.
I was just about to post to say I honestly don't remember my first messy experience, but the post just above mine reminded me. It was a church fall festival at a pie booth. I got to pie my teachers and desperately wanted to get in there (I was never into pies all that much...just getting messy) and I got the chance. Also, there was a party idea book for birthdays, and I remember one of them was a shaving cream balloon game....I remember pestering my parents to....well, throw me a party for starters.... Then, most likely, shaving cream solo in highschool.
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