*I marked the gender as "Not applicable" with the assumption that even though this is written from my perspective, it could be enjoyed by anyone. Sadly nothing in this story has really happened, this is a pure fantasy from my horny, filth-loving mind "
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I walk deeper into a dark, cold forest, attempting to escape the raging sunlight and heat. Unable to resist anymore, I strip nude, with a reassuring sense that I'm completely alone. The feeling of the cold grass feels so good on my bare feet, but I want more. I want to be dirty until I can't get any dirtier. I want to feel thick, soft mud tickling and teasing every inch of my naked body until I experience the greatest, wettest orgasm of my life. Horny and motivated, I keep walking, in search of the perfect spot to lose myself in. Suddenly, I notice the smell. The unmistakable smell of something wet, rotting, and utterly filthy. A place most people would be disgusted and horrified by, but that true wammers dream of. After walking more, the ground grows soft and moist beneath my feet and the stench grows stronger. Suddenly, I find myself walking through sticky, thick mud. I've found the swamp, and I'm ready to go crazy! My cock becomes stiffer and stiffer with lusty anticipation as I venture into the mud, and soon I'm up to my ankles in luscious slop. As I drop to my knees and begin to crawl, I feel the mud barely start to lick and kiss my cock. Intoxicated by the irresistible smell, I let my body drop into the thick slop as my cock plunges under and I begin to fuck the mud. This is some of the greatest mud I've ever found, and I have no intention of leaving. I wallow and roll like the worlds happiest piggy, and within minutes I'm covered in thick, slimy black mud. As the cum continues to flow, I crawl deeper and deeper into the seemingly bottomless swamp mud, not even caring or aware of how deep I'm venturing in. Minutes later I find myself chest deep in mud, feeling weightless and high off of the sensations the mud gives me. There's nothing in the world that can stop me from going further. As I begin to masturbate, surrounded by nothing but stinky, soft, deep swamp mud, I notice myself slipping in a little deeper. But I don't care. The mud can do whatever it wants with me. The more I continue to get off, the deeper I sink, but it's such a gentle, slight sensation, like silk socks slowly being pulled off of my feet. The slippery, silky feeling of the mud sucking on my body is irresistible, and I begin to moan like the animal I really am, deep down inside. I've found the primal, lusty darkness inside of my soul, and I'm setting it free to play. As minutes turn to hours, the perfect mud lulls me to sleep, and I feel the cold slop gently caressing my neck. A little deeper, a little deeper every time, until the mud begins to kiss my face, the scent invading my nostrils and controlling my every move. As my body fully slips under the mud, I'm transported to another world. A place we all know but seldom visit, where paradise exists, fairy tales come true, and imagination reigns supreme.