May 11th 2024.
It all started with Anthea Turner getting covered in gunge on TV. I remember watching that episode of Noel's House Party and being completely enthralled. One minute, she was looking immaculate in her black jacket and trousers, and the next, she was laughing and gasping as a yellowy-green goo covered her from head to toe. And I have to admit, I found it strangely arousing.
I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed when my body reacted immediately. But what surprised me even more was that no one else around me seemed to have the same response. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of my journey into 'sploshing'.
For those unfamiliar, sploshing is when a person covers themselves or someone else in a messy substance for sexual pleasure. And for me, that substance was custard. I couldn't get enough of it. I started spending a significant amount of money each week to watch videos of women covering themselves in custard, and it quickly became my go-to for arousal.
But Anthea's gunging on prime-time TV wasn't the only time I got my fix. Shows like Live and Kicking and Get Your Own Back also featured gunge tanks, and I loved every minute of it. I soon discovered that I wasn't alone in my fetish when I stumbled upon Splosh magazine at the age of 16 or 17.
But even though I knew there were others like me, I was always afraid of being judged or ridiculed, so I kept my kink a secret. It wasn't until the early 2000s, with the rise of the internet, that I found a community of fellow sploshers online. It was a relief to finally feel accepted and understood.
While many sploshers had different preferences for substances, I was particularly drawn to custard and colored gunge. There was just something about the way it looked and felt on the body that was incredibly erotic to me. But when it came to dating, I made a conscious decision to keep my kink to myself for fear of rejection.
But as I gained more disposable income and websites like OnlyFans and ManyVids became popular, I decided to give it a try anonymously. I would approach models and ask if they were 'fetish friendly,' and if they were, I would request videos of them covering themselves in custard while keeping their clothes on. And believe it or not, many were willing to do it!
My ideal scenario would be a beautiful woman in a bikini or bra and panties, pouring five liters of custard over her head, with it cascading down her face and body. Sometimes I would even try to convince them that custard was an excellent hair conditioner and moisturizer, and surprisingly, many agreed!
After the video, I would ask for the knickers they were wearing, but I learned the hard way to specify that they be washed before sending. The smell of rancid custard in the post was not pleasant. But I also enjoy sploshing by myself, and I find it to be quite relaxing. I love the feeling of the soft, bright-colored goo on my skin.
Despite my love for sploshing, I've never acted it out with a woman in person. I wish it was more accepted and normalized like other fetishes, but I'm still afraid of being judged or rejected. But I do hold out hope that with more representation and understanding, sploshing will become more mainstream.
In fact, I recently saw a photo of Nigella Lawson covered in salted caramel on the cover of a women's magazine, and it once again sparked those familiar feelings of arousal. I know that wasn't the intention of the shoot, but it gives me hope that sploshing will become more accepted and understood in the future.
So, that's my splosher journey. It's a secret part of my personality, and I'm content with it being that way. I still enjoy my fetish, and I don't want to lose interest in it anytime soon. And who knows, maybe one day I'll find the courage to try it in real life. But for now, I'm happy with my videos and solo sploshing sessions.
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