Sometimes you don’t share someone else’s kink, and you just want to leave it at that. Other times, you don’t share someone else’s kink but you really love exploring it with them because you want to find out exactly why it gets them so hot under the collar. This week’s guest blog, by a filthy girl who wishes to remain anonymous, is about the latter thing, and it’s an example of sex writing so powerful that as soon as I read it I had to have a vigorous shag to work through my horniness. What I’m saying is that this guest blog – about sploshing – is hotter than the actual sun.
What happened when I found out my boyfriend liked sploshing
It’s about 8am and we’re on the National Express traveling to the airport. In sleepy, whispered conversation with my (relatively new) boyfriend, I ask what he likes to use to get off when I’m not around.
‘Uhh… Have you heard of WAM?’
And so began my introduction into the world of sploshing.
Sploshing, or WAM (Wet and Messy), is a fetish in which the fetishist is aroused by people getting utterly trashed into a wet, sticky and scrumptious mess. This isn’t my particular kink, but I’m intrigued. In fact it occupies my nearly every waking thought for the duration of the holiday; I find the mere fact that my boyfriend has a fetish to be an unbelievable turn on. (The delayed gratification aspect of being forced to wait until we get home before experimenting with splosh only served to enhance the painfully sexy frustration of it all.) Furthermore, he’d never had the opportunity to play any of it out with another person before. Hello!
During the trip I found myself relating all dirty sex talk back to his fetish, begging him to tell me more. He told me he wanted to cover me in custard and fill my knickers with whipped cream. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to tease me until I was achingly hot and wet, then make me sit on a gooey, cream-filled fudgy cake. Then he’d push my face into the mess, making me taste my cunt and the cake in the same delicious mouthful. In return, between kisses on his neck, I told him I wanted to sit on top of him and slowly grind against his hard cock as I poured custard over myself. Tied to the bed, unable to reach out and touch me, he’d only be able to watch as the warm custard ran tantalisingly down my hair, my face, my body and onto him… then maybe if he was lucky I’d sit on his face and he could finish me off with his mouth, custard dripping onto his face.
Soon after arriving home I bought a waterproof fitted sheet to protect my bed, a big carton of custard, an equally large Pyrex jug, and the biggest can of squirty cream I could find. Then, stripped to our undies and kneeling on the bed, I let him completely trash me.
He poured the custard over my head so it ran down my face and into my bra. I helped it along by rubbing my hands through the mess and spreading it over my torso and legs, then pulled him close and kissed him, covering his body and face in the warm gooeyness in the process. He ordered me onto my hands and knees and pushed himself up against me from behind so I could feel how hard he was, before filling my knickers with whipped cream. On all fours, I tried to turn my head so I could see him behind me, biting his lip as he pulled my panties up between my ass cheeks, moaning as he watched the cream burst out. Ohhh fuck. Over and over he repeated this, the whipped cream starting to melt and drip down my legs. When he couldn’t handle it anymore, he pushed me down onto the bed and fucked me hard, grabbing at my custard entangled hair and and my body, feeling the slippery mess he’d made of me and pulling me closer.
We’ve since used chocolate frosting, a variety of cakes, raspberry jam and Angel Delight. Recently he came home to find I’d prepared the bedroom, warmed some custard and had a quadruple layered cake perched on a chair in the kitchen, waiting for him to make me strip and sit on it, which he duly did. He sat on the floor behind me and watched with glee as the cake was squashed under and between my cheeks and against my cunt (cake sitting feels soft and moist and just so fucking good), spreading it further with his hands until my ass and thighs were covered in cream and crumb. Then, ordering me to put some clean underwear on, he led me to the bedroom, where he filled them with thick cream and custard before fucking me into a quivering wreck.
Seeing how hard and hot he gets as he transforms me into a sticky, creamy, gooey mess is one of my favourite things ever. It’s fun and silly and oh-so-sexy all in one. I still can’t quite wrap my head around it. What do I get out of it? Maybe it’s seeing his reactions… maybe that’s my fetish. Whatever it is, I don’t care. I just want more.
If you’re as inspired as I am by this guest blog, and you want to try out sploshing, you can buy protective sheets and bedding (from my sponsors SexToys here or SheVibe here) to protect your bed/carpets from any stray drips of custard. And the girl who wrote this blog has kindly contributed some sploshing tips of her own, as well:
- If you’re planning to get really trashed I’d recommend using low-fat products. I made the mistake of buying all high fat dairy products my first time (because I never buy low fat to eat) but it can be a bit of a nightmare to wash off – it deposits a kind of waxy layer on the skin and can leave your hair smelling like off dairy if you don’t shampoo much more thoroughly than is usually necessary to get clean.
- I’d advise taking any contact lenses out (if you wear them) beforehand – on one occasion we couldn’t stop laughing because he kept accidentally dripping custard in my eyes. At one point he tried to be ever so helpful and remove a drip he could see making its way down my face and somehow poked more custard into my left eye! It might have been much less funny with my lenses in.
- Finally, arrange a clear and protected path from play area to clean up area before you start or you’ll get chocolate hand prints and custard footprints EVERYWHERE! We use cling film or baking sheets, but they get a bit slippery so it’s more than a little undignified, and we end up making at least a bit of mess that needs to be cleaned or wiped up anyway.