Muddy Stories

Tonight I found an amazing mud spot. a place to clean up after as well so it was perfect! I had a decent secluded spot so I slipped into my wetsuit and pulled don my rubber riding boots and finally the arm length heavy rubber gloves.

What age did you start playing in mud at, how did you get your gear if you were still underage, what age were you when you found out that this was a fetish and what are some of your best experiences?

It's been a while since something like this happened.. I had an opportunity a few weeks ago to go out for a quick bit of muddy/mucky fun, in the early evening darkness. The weather was much milder then and was looking good for going out and not getting frozen. Unfortunately, my usual quick options were a bit limited. The tide was going to be up, so the marshes were out. There were no isolated field muck heaps that I had seen in the local area - except for one, but it was right next to a farm track, which was also open to the nearby road.

I wasn't expecting a lot, I have to admit.

The recent dry weather had resulted in 2 pairs of knee holes with 2 humps in the middle of my mud pit. After some mud pit maintenance in July when I had deepened it, I thought that the little residual water wouldn't do much to soften the yellowish brown clay.

Tonight is gonna be the night!
My girlfriend is out of town for the night, she's staying with friends who live 100 miles out, so she's staying the night. Finally my opportunity to get proper messy. Normally when I go out, I sure do get muddy, but I always have to be careful not to get mudstains on my clothes or in the car. I also have to wear gloves because otherwise my hands would be smeared with dried up mud by the time I get home. Usually I need to think of an excuse to get away for a couple of hours (preferably at night), which can be a pain in the ass as well.

The following is a true story of mine. It's in German, so sorry for any inconvenience. Maybe Google Translate will help.
Have fun!

I've managed to get out and do a fair bit of mudding over the Christmas break, which has been great and I've got much more adventurous.

I used to hate getting mud on my skin so always wore waterproofs - now I'm loving jeans and getting them covered plus sitting in and rolling around in mud to get covered, sometimes hoping someone will see and offer to join in.

(sorry for my poor english but I'm from eastern Europe)

Once, while in the countryside, I was walking along a small river to find some nice mud. I found some mud and started having fun. Suddenly I heard a hissing sound. It was a snake - grass snake or viper. Fortunately, I left the mud in time and walked away.

Do you also meet any dangerous animals or worms?

Describe your dangerous situations during muddy expeditions.

I often wonder why is it a lot of lads turn their wellies' down ! as I don't see the point in having high wellies just to turn them down at the tops. When we are heading out to muck about the taller the wellies the better as you can go deeper into the mud :) I would welcome comments on why turn down the tops of your wellies.

From N.Ireland.

A while back now, when I
was in my teens, I had a strange incident down on the nearby
estuary marshes. I used to go there quite a lot, as they were nearby,
completely deserted at night - and if the tide
was out, there was good mud to be had further out. I was living at home
at the time, so I would try to wash most of the mud off in one of the
drainage dykes and then get home to shower, without my parents hopefully
noticing what I had been up to. Anyway, back