That itch again.

The itch to get messy, sloppy and filthy. That familiar niggling which causes you to succumb - I want to. Do you?

I don't think I'd prefer to see anything else right now, than my boyfriend's parents living room, slung with polythene sheets, a paddling pool filled most of the way with steaming hot Gunk, and a trolley full of heaving pies. I'd love to sit on a stool, in the centre of it all and let him ruin me. Pies, buckets, jugs, tins, cartons - anything he can get his hands on I want him to cover me with. I want to be dressed up, my outfit chosen for me, a tight dress? Slutty skirts and tights? Bodysuits? Something PVC, Latex? I'd love to be dressed up only to be messed up, humiliated and punished.

That dread of answering a question wrong, or failing a dare - that looming anticipation while I giggle and shift in my seat knowing now pies are coming. I'd love it. Sat there smiling in nervousness, giddiness taking over as I wriggle and writhe. I'd love for him to smush, smear and spread a sloppy pie all over my face. Filled pies, custard pies, mud pies! All covered with cream so I have no idea what hits me...until it does.

Being told to make my way from the Princess Pedestal to then stand against a wall, a gag is placed into my mouth and I am then sprayed with Gunge from above, I'm much quieter this way. The plumbing pipe spewing as it empties it's entirety over my head, my cream covered face sprayed again! I imagine it running down, pooling in my bra and collecting in my shoes! The small pool below me - slowly filling as litre after litre consumes my features and I become a Slut for foamy Gunge. Bubbles spluttering from ball gag, as I gasp for air as much as I possibly can between each heavy gunky wave which rolls off my face, only then to slap against my breast and splat down into my lap.

Now not being able to see leaves me at quite the disadvantage, I'm cream covered, slaked in sludge and dripping in gloop, completely trashed by my boyfriend, stood in HIS parents living room! I'd love for him, to push my slimy body over, a splash and my gungey body to hit the hot slop in the pool that had been waiting for me, right at my feet. I'd land face first, the gunk would wrap around the layers which have already encased my face, bubbles escaping my nose, and bubbling on the surface for him to see! I would feel myself slowly, breaking each layer of slop and sinking deeper into the pool of sludge, as the sinking ends and movement stops and I lay at the bottom of the pool, finally I feel his hands now, on my hips, feeling and reaching for a piece of grabbeable material. He yanks, tugging my slaked body backwards creating light suction within the slime and i'm pulled back to him now, my ass lifted from the hot goo and freed for his greed, I feel a familiar coolness as a pie is smashed into my behind, and another up between my legs into my gunky, gungey dripping pussy, the cream cramming itself into every crevice.

I gasp, my ponytail is pulled, hard. I'm freed from the suction of the hot goo and my body is now away from the bottom of the Gunge pit and I am face down, with my butt for his taking, covered in cream and completely exposed. He wiggles down my panties are I writhe in the goo, his foot finding its way the the side of my hip for stability as his feet are buried in the slush beside my face! I feel it now, the pressure of his hips against my behind as he gets into position - his hand firmly placing itself on my slop covered rear as he loosens his own waist band. Freeing himself.

I think it's a feeling that is visiting me in growing frequency, that crawling itch on your skin you just can't get rid of until you do it. I want to.

I need to.