Mud fetishes
Mud has always been a complete turn on for me. I'm not talking about that crap where someone wearing boots walks around in it or gets it on their jeans, either. I'm talking about full naked completely-covered swamp creature mud.

My whole life I've been limited to digging in the garden and bringing it back into the shower for privacy, but there was this one time I'll never forget...

When I was about 15, I was staying with my father and a few of his business friends at a beach house on the Oregon coast. The house was at the end of a gravel road, with no other houses not blocked by trees. Next to the house was a wonderful swampy area, complete with thick mud and skunk cabbage, which creates a fantastic swampy smell. I'd had my eye on it for over a year as we'd rent this house.

My father and his friends decided to head up north to a larger coastal town for lunch, leaving me alone for the first time. This was it! It was a bit chilly outside, being the pacific northwest, so I grabbed the largest bowl I could find from the kitchen and went out and scooped it full of mud. Took it back into the upstairs shower and covered myself with it, all over. It was everything I'd hoped it would be (albeit a little cold). I sighed with happiness afterwards and turned on the taps.

A little air came out of the faucet, and then nothing. Tried the cold tap, and was also greeted by nothing. My brain did a quick "uh oh" and I visualized my father and his friends arriving home, with me covered in mud in a filthy bathroom, and no water. And no explanation except to come clean (so to speak) about my fetish.

I did the best I could with the towels and the water from the toilet tank, but still had quite a ways to go. Then I thought of it: the outdoor garden hose! I didn't want to muddy up the house, so I wrapped myself in one of the dirty towels and snuck out there to give it a try. Nothing. At this point I was starting to panic. But then I heard a sound...

The ocean! Right behind me was one of the biggest water sources I could think of! I dropped the towel and started running down the mostly deserted beach, approximately 100 yards, and lept into the chilly spring ocean. Cleaned myself off for the most part, and ran back to the house. Ah, good, the others weren't back yet. I grabbed up the dirty towels to hide them, and just then... the water in the shower came on! I quickly showered, cleaned the bathroom and threw the dirty towels and clothes into the washing machine with about 5 minutes to spare.

When my father and friends came back in the house, they found me reading a book, asking about their lunch and professing to a lazy afternoon without much going on. Dodged a bullet there for sure.
(Jaycatt, Thu 22 Oct 2009, 17:24, Reply)