No pictures as I am in enough trouble already!
My misses knows I am into WAM and we have tried to play a few times but it is really not for her, I totally respect this and love her dearly so there are times, when I have the house to myself that I enjoy a little self-wamming.
This was the case yesterday, I made up a batch of chocolate glue (chocolate frosting, golden syrup, chocolate sauce and pounds of flour well mixed in a bucket. It is as thick as tar and sticky as hell but washes off without too much trouble) and had lots of eggs and such. I had filled my lycra shorts and generally covered myself (nothing like a weighty bucket of this mess dumped on top of your head!) and had my fun...
I pride myself on a clean-up that would make most CSI teams unsure that there had ever been a wam incident in the room, however I made a major schoolboy error. God knows how, but I left not just traces, but a major amount of solid chocolate over the showerhead and on the shower curtain... Fast forward to this morning when I see it and clean it up in a panic hoping my wife has not see it... Well she has and there is the uncomfortable silence when she asks what it is...
So, soon I will have to face 'the conversation', you know the one, the what on earth were you doing in the bathroom...
Any help with explanations. I realise that I should do the honest thing as say 'I was wamming, get over it...' but I am more yellow that a bucket of custard...
Never mind... In my wam fiction this would be the time that she would turn the tables and I would receive a major session as punishment. Real life dictates that I am likely to get a dose of the silent treatment... Ah well, it was very good fun while it lasted!
Be happy
Rich
