Ex-Lurker joins Forum
Posted: 02 Apr 2010, 22:29Hi everyone, i've been lurking on this site for some time and I think it's about time i joined the community!
I first discovered my need for "Sploshing" in the mid 90's when finding myself at home on my own with a large bowl full of over-ripe cherries and my quite newly wife's nurses tights in the bin, which were very soon on me filled with the cherries plus a carton of Ambrosia custard. Needless to say I never looked back!
Over the years I have enjoyed many a private session, really quite messy at times, including walking the dog with my pants full of porridge and being aware that people I walked past could hear me squelching as I walked past. I remember adding to the porridge when I squatted down to re-tie my laces, the sensation of the porridge squashing around my balls and bum was too much, mmmm!
But today, whilst the family was watching the sound of music, I went into the bathroom with a small bucket of porridge and a bowl of icing sugar mixed with water. I set up a large mirror near our roll-top bath and knealt in it. I first poured a little down the front of my pants because i simply love the sensation of warm(or cool) porridge sliding around my shaven balls. I quickly poured some down the back- wow- you just cannot beat the feeling!!
The rest I dumped over my head, Porridge has to be the best, it's so gloopy, it drips off your face in stringy strands- i even enjoy my eyes stinging slightly from it.
The icing sugar mixture was even better, being cooler, I let it ooze over my hair and over my face whilst letting the rest of it run down my back and into my pants, down the crease of my arse to settle around my smooth balls. Unfortunately I couldn't hold out any longer let my load go, I just wonder why i'd convinced myself, over the years that sploshing is wrong- coz it sure feels good!!
I first discovered my need for "Sploshing" in the mid 90's when finding myself at home on my own with a large bowl full of over-ripe cherries and my quite newly wife's nurses tights in the bin, which were very soon on me filled with the cherries plus a carton of Ambrosia custard. Needless to say I never looked back!
Over the years I have enjoyed many a private session, really quite messy at times, including walking the dog with my pants full of porridge and being aware that people I walked past could hear me squelching as I walked past. I remember adding to the porridge when I squatted down to re-tie my laces, the sensation of the porridge squashing around my balls and bum was too much, mmmm!
But today, whilst the family was watching the sound of music, I went into the bathroom with a small bucket of porridge and a bowl of icing sugar mixed with water. I set up a large mirror near our roll-top bath and knealt in it. I first poured a little down the front of my pants because i simply love the sensation of warm(or cool) porridge sliding around my shaven balls. I quickly poured some down the back- wow- you just cannot beat the feeling!!
The rest I dumped over my head, Porridge has to be the best, it's so gloopy, it drips off your face in stringy strands- i even enjoy my eyes stinging slightly from it.
The icing sugar mixture was even better, being cooler, I let it ooze over my hair and over my face whilst letting the rest of it run down my back and into my pants, down the crease of my arse to settle around my smooth balls. Unfortunately I couldn't hold out any longer let my load go, I just wonder why i'd convinced myself, over the years that sploshing is wrong- coz it sure feels good!!