August 16th 2024.
It all started with Anthea Turner. I remember watching an episode of Noel's House Party, where she was the beloved TV presenter in her signature black jacket and trousers. She looked pristine as always, until suddenly, she was engulfed in a sea of yellow-green gunge. I couldn't believe my eyes. And I couldn't help but feel a strange sensation in my body. It was a mix of laughter, gasps, and an undeniable arousal. I blushed, feeling embarrassed by my own body's reaction. But what surprised me even more was that no one around me seemed to have the same response.
Little did I know, that moment would mark the beginning of a journey that would soon become a fetish of mine - 'sploshing'. For those who may not be familiar, sploshing is the act of covering oneself or someone else in a wet and messy substance for sexual stimulation. And for me, that substance of choice was custard. I found myself spending a significant amount of money every week, paying women to cover themselves in this gooey delight and send me videos of it.
Anthea's gunging on live TV was undoubtedly my 'sexual awakening'. But to be fair, seeing celebrities or even regular people getting covered in goo wasn't exactly uncommon in the 90s. Shows like Live and Kicking and Get Your Own Back featured gunge tanks as a regular segment, and I couldn't get enough of it.
If you're intrigued by this whole 'sploshing' thing, let me break it down for you. It's not just about pouring any random substance on yourself or someone else. There's a whole world of preferences and techniques involved. Some people like pies or mud, while others, like myself, prefer custard. And trust me, it's not just about the physical sensation. There's something extremely erotic about the way custard looks and feels as it covers a body. It's soft, smooth, and it sticks really well.
I was around 16 or 17 when I first discovered the term 'sploshing'. I stumbled upon a copy of Splosh magazine on eBay and was immediately intrigued. It wasn't until later on that I learned about the messy scene and realized that I wasn't alone in my desires. I finally felt validated and accepted.
However, I was always hesitant to share this part of myself with others, fearing ridicule and rejection. So, I kept it to myself and continued to explore my kink in secret. But with the rise of online platforms like OnlyFans and ManyVids, I decided to give it a try anonymously. I would reach out to models and ask them to cover themselves in custard for me, paying them for their time and the cost of the custard.
I also discovered online forums and communities of sploshers, where I could discuss my preferences and see what others liked. It was a relief to find my people and feel at home. And while many were interested in all kinds of textures, I found myself particularly drawn to custard and colored gunge.
But even with this newfound outlet, I still longed to experience sploshing with someone in real life. I craved the intimacy and connection that comes with sharing a kink with a partner. But my fear of judgment and rejection held me back from ever confessing this desire to anyone I dated.
And so, I continue to indulge in my fetish through online interactions and solo sploshing sessions in the privacy of my own home. I find it both sexually stimulating and oddly relaxing. It's a part of my personality that I cherish and wouldn't want to lose. But at the same time, I wish it was more normalized and accepted, like foot fetishes and BDSM have become.
Occasionally, I come across news or magazine articles featuring sploshing or gunging, and it always excites me. It makes me hopeful that one day, it will be more widely accepted and 'normalized'. Until then, I'll continue to enjoy my private sploshing sessions and hope for more opportunities to share my story and bring this kink into the mainstream.
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