I showed up in a skirt, a crisp white shirt, and loafers definitely not mud-ready. But the mud didn't care.

One step, then two the squish beneath my shoes was a dare. I laughed. Flirted with the idea of backing out. Then I dove in slow, bold, fully-clothed.

Splash.

Mud coated my thighs, clung to my shirt, soaked through every stitch. I was a walking mess of elegance ruined and loving every second. The dirtier I got, the freer I felt. I rolled, I posed, I owned the mess.

Clean was cute. But muddy?

Muddy was powerful. Muddy was sexy. Muddy was me.

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