It's been while. I last got to play with mud back in November, which was about three months ago give or take a day. I usually find time for mud play roughly once a month on average, so it felt like a long time ago--it was even a different year being back in the now distant 2025.

Winter, a new puppy, Christmas, things to do, places to be, all seemed to make finding some "me time" almost impossible. I've been mesmerised by mud since my teens and, to this day, getting covered in its loving embrace has never failed to excite. Even the time it was sharp was enjoyed at the time and suffered after the fact.

However, now I felt rusty, forgetting everything I needed to do to set the camera up, even forgetting to turn on the monitor to make sure I was at least in the frame, never mind focused, and the light was at the wrong angle, but despite it all the footage came out fine. It's just me in my bath with a lot of thick and creamy brown clay, naked, and doing what comes naturally: enjoying the coverage, rubbing it into my face and mouth like the naughty boy I want to be, and getting as dirty as I can possibly be.

If my brown clay was a loaf, it would be "Best of Both". Clay is real mud, but it is also incredibly smooth, so feels absolutely exhilarating. Note: it takes a minute when you get over its initial cold embrace, and when you're decently covered acts as an insulating barrier keeping you surprisingly warm. It covers and sticks better than any other mud I have tried while still feeling oozy and slippery. The only thing it doesn't do is stink, which is a shame, but probably makes cleaning up easier and aids with plausible deniability. Although, I think I get caught every time anyway--a shampoo bottle put back at the wrong angle (think Misery with the penguin).

I hope you enjoy it, and if you do please drop my a like as that makes it feel worth the extra hassle of filling the room with camera equipment.

Lots of love,

Muddddy x

In a world of cleaning products, everyone needs to take a mud bath once in a while to connect to the beauty of the filthy but natural world they live in and are part of.