Wet and muddy

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W is for Wet and when it comes to sploshing it is not food that I want to roll around in but dark, thick, dirty, sticky muddy mud.

I have always really fancied a mud bath. Sinking into the soft earth, hearing it squelch and bubble as it is oozes around me. I have never done it and yet I can imagine how it would feel against my skin, wet but not like water, like a thick cream, like a caress.

Sadly In this country when everywhere is muddy it tends to also be damn cold and whilst I am totally down for the getting dirty part I can’t stand or actually even tolerate the cold. My circulation is not great and I get very cold very quickly. Even the other day when I took this picture, it was warm enough to be in a t-shirt and yet when I stripped my socks off and sunk my feet into the black mud the cold was so intense that within moments I could feel pain in the back of legs and the muscles and I suspect blood vessels all contracted tight.

I stood for a couple of minutes though enjoying the sensation of the mud sliding between my toes and shifting beneath my feet but eventually the cold drove me out and into the stream, which was oddly not as cold as the mud, to wash my feet before slipping my socks and shoes back on.

Rolling around in the mud is really not something I can see myself doing in this country although I have long wanted to take some self portraits in the woods during the winter of me laying the mud, it clinging to my skin and hair as if I have crawling through it or been dragged through it. I love the idea of being made dirty in the real sense of that word.

I love the thought of kneeling in the dirty and grime to suck cock or being pushed down my hands and knees and fucked from behind, the marks of what has happened to me, of what I am, a dirty little bitch being both evident in the filth on my hands and knees afterwards as well as the smell of sex the clings to me.

I like the idea of being pursued through the woods, falling and stumbling in the mud, it covering my knees and legs, sticking my clothes, a smear of it across my face. Desperate to get away, to avoid my hunter whilst hugely turned on at the chase and the thought of the pending capture. Being pinned to the muddy forest floor as he uses me for his pleasure. I definitely have hunter/prey fantasy/kink and I guess my attraction to being muddy does fit into that.

The Kink of the Week topic is sploshing aka wet and messy and to link with that LSB picked this quote for her Quote Quest meme

“Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.” 
~ M.F.K. Fisher

My thought on this are that is absolutely can be. I think sharing food with someone can be a hugely bonding and often intimate act. I think we humans we are drawn to eating together. Maybe it is a instinct thing back to the days when it would have been absolutely necessary for survival that stays with us even now.

But in relation to smearing the food on my body or that of my lovers I can’t really say it has huge appeal. Not saying I wouldn’t give it a try because you never know but for me the part of sploshing I am attracted to definitely involves being dirty in the dirt!