Intrigued to learn about your initial experiences diving into the wonderful realm of mud.
I often fantasized about mud as a WAM enthusiast. The thrill of diving into deep quarry mud with my boyfriend (Jocklad95), clad only in a lycra singlet, remains untouched. The sensation of being enveloped in thick, luxurious mud is beyond words, and it's just as exhilarating each time we indulge.
I've only ever played in a knee deep peat bog on my own. It felt amazing but always wanted to play in mud deep enough to go under with company. Think that would be amazing.
Well the real life experiences have been a little vanilla so far, so it's time to kick it up a few spots! I've found thigh and waist deep patches when I've done steam and creek walks, and at a few ponds. The first ever time in anything up to my waist was heart pumping and a bit of a blur! I hope to have my wits about more next time, and really enjoy the while experience!
First time was just splashing about in muddy puddles in woods near where I lived, in rainwear. After that I went in search of bogs and marshes to get trackies or footie kit well covered, and really enjoyed starting out with clean clothes and spending an hour or two getting them absolutely coated.
But never managed to find a bog deep enough to really sink into, up to my chin and then deeper...
Depends on what you mean by "first". The first time I ever went mudding for fetish related reasons was in the tidal marshes of eastern MA. That first experience was honestly kinda underwhelming but I still enjoyed myself. What I would call my TRUE first mud experience was an amazing naked romp through some 10/10 quarry clay. That experienced served as an amazing launch pad for everything I've done since and I haven't regretted any of it.
messytrackies said: First time was just splashing about in muddy puddles in woods near where I lived, in rainwear.
Mine was similiar, but I wore a sweatshirt, trainers and an old pair of school uniform trousers. I started with jumping in puddles, and built up to 'accidentally' falling on my backside in the mud a few times. It wasn't a turn-on for me, but I still got a buzz out of the experience and went back to the woods when I could. After having to walk back through the streets with my trousers plastered with mud, I made sure to take a change of clothes with me the next time though!
WM992 said: Intrigued to learn about your initial experiences diving into the wonderful realm of mud.
I often fantasized about mud as a WAM enthusiast. The thrill of diving into deep quarry mud with my boyfriend (Jocklad95), clad only in a lycra singlet, remains untouched. The sensation of being enveloped in thick, luxurious mud is beyond words, and it's just as exhilarating each time we indulge.
For me it not only relaxed me as a kid growing up next to waterfalls and mud pits but also allows me to appreciate life in solitude
My first experience with mud happened when I stood too close (intentionally) to a mud puddle where people were jumping in. I got thrown in (yay!), and that's when I knew I was into WAM. Many years later, I went to a mud wrestling event, and after the actual wrestling, people just jumped in the mud pit, and I did too. I was fully covered - wow!
I was far too young to remember doing it, but I can recall my first memory of mud. I was probably 3 and I remember just walking into a rice paddy and then getting down and crawling around. Then I just rolled onto my back and squirmed around. There was just something so utterly fantastic about being in mud.
To this day I don't know why I love it so much, but every time I get in it, I have the same exciting feeling I've always had.
Love reading people's experiences. Mine was sort of accidental, and was my first WAM experience (can't say how old). I was out biking on the trail by the estuary near our house on a hot summer afternoon, and stopped off for a rest. I was wearing bib shorts with a t shirt over (I competed in cycling when I was young).
I was exploring away from the trail towards the estuary when I stepped off the grass bank onto what thought was like sand but my leg sank to above my knee in what was actually mud. The feeling was soft and silky smooth enveloping my leg and for some reason it made me instantly very hard in my Lycra. I was out of sight of the trail and was totally taken over. I rolled around and sort of humped the soft mud and came pretty quickly! I went back there a lot after that!
Like a lot of people here I became interested in mud at a very young age and didn't really know why. So I got a little bit muddy here and there but mum was not very accepting. So proper mudding had to wait until I lived alone, my first experience was mud sliding in a local park, I was amazed at how muddy I got and loved the feeling as my skin tight jeans became totally covered. Since then I have always craved mud and searched for deep mud, the first time I came in mud was when I waded up to my waste at a building site and lost control. It was awesome and I repeat the experience whenever I can.