Hello again, everybody, and as always I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that what follows will be of an erotic nature. Some of you might be shaking your heads and saying "That's what you told us last time and all it was about was feet..." Yes, I know that, but in some circles that is considered erotic and people shake their heads at the mud part. But I now warn you that this particular tale contains what Joe Webster would describe as eroticism. We're going to have nudity, adult situations, and strong language (all right we're not going to have strong language, but the situations will be mighty adult). Also, this story will contain a good deal of mud that is used in a sexual nature. So let's simplify with an equation:

So this is what we end up with...

(Mud, sexual nature, non-grim, fantasy/horror)

All right kiddies, its time to turn down the brightness of your monitor and get a blanket ready to cover your head. I'll provide a little background music. DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO. DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO. You know I've just realized that when you type out the theme to the Twilight Zone it looks nothing like it sounds... Well, you all know it so start humming...

My name's Ivy, and I've just realized that this story should be told in the first person after I just got done writing it in third. Actually, let's start this again. I have a better idea....

It was a hot sticky summer day, the kind where the tarmac goes all soft and squishes under your toes, but that is a different story for a different time. It was hot and sticky, let's get that down. I was lying around the house in my little cotton shorts and Tweety bird tank top (the tasteful one). (The shorts are really pajama-ish as is the top but I've worn them in public and nobody's said anything.) I was really quite uncomfortable and miserable, reading a book on my sofa. I'm a poor lowly college student and I can't afford air conditioning, so there I lay in a skimpy little cotton outfit, a sheen of sweat making my body glisten, barefoot with pink cotton candy coloured toes, and although somebody out there might be enjoying this, I was miserable. So I closed up my book, swung my feet off the couch and on to the carpet, (not even enjoying a toe wriggle in its plushness), stood up, stripped off my shorts and shirt and marched into the bathroom. I then marched back out again and wrapped a towel around the discreeter parts of my body and hopped back in and sat on the edge of the tub, a marvelous claw-footed monster that seems to hold a swimming pools worth of bubble bath when I'm tense. What I needed now was a nice cool bath to soak out all the uncomfortable heat in my body. I tossed the towel onto the rack and drummed my toes against the cool pleasant tile of the bathroom floor. I reached over and turned the faucet and nothing happened... well not exactly nothing... deep down in the bowels of the house I heard the pipes belch and after a moment a big glob of thick grey mud oozed out of the spigot and plopped down into the floor of the bath tub. I quickly reached over and spun the faucet off. I watched the thick lump of mud spread out to cover the area of a tea saucer. I don't know what surprised me more the fact that my tub was spitting out grey clay or that Rod Serling jumped out of my linen hamper. I did the appropriate freeze frame pose as the action shifted me into the background and his narrative tag began...

"Imagine if you will a hot summer day and a nubile young girl in search of a way to cool off... Now stop drooling... Into this little bog of tricks let's stir in a bathtub that fulfills her innermost fantasy and let us see what bobs to the surface on this dog day of summer in the Twi... oops... the WAMming Zone..."

With that he hopped back into the hamper and disappeared. I popped back into the foreground and stared into my tub. The mud had oozed down the drain and all that remained was a grey scum around the lip of it. Now let me get this straight, according to his little narration that I wasn't supposed to hear this bathtub was going to spill out mud?!?! I couldn't think of a better way to cool off! So I stoppered up the drain and slipped into the tub, the cool, clinical chill of the ceramic tub felt pleasant on my legs and rear end. I popped my little inflatable bath cushion in place and turned on the faucet. Already, I was chilled with the tingle of anticipation as I heard the pipes belch down below me. I leaned back onto my pillow and stretched my feet out under the spigot waiting "to see what bobbed to the surface".

Suddenly, a glob of mud slipped from the spigot and plopped down onto the top of my feet. The thick grey clay slipped pleasurably across my foot and down the sides. I wiggled my toes with anticipation as a steady stream of thick clay began to pour into the tub. I pointed my feet and spread my toes sticking them into the deluge of clay. I smiled as the thick mud seeped in between them and wiggled my toes, squeezing out the mud as it slipped over my feet, caressing my tired soles and spreading out over the bottom of the tub. Already I was incredibly aroused, my fingertips were numb and I stopped my hand as it reflexively slid down my belly toward my moistening thatch. I knew I would receive much more pleasure if I let the mud slowly encase me, doing what naturally it did best.

By now the mud had begun to slip around my heels and slide up the bottom of the tub, slowly tickling the sides of my legs with its soft, moist trickling. I arched my back, raising my legs and bottom of the tub bottom. I held myself aloft, feet planted firmly under the outpouring of pleasant mud, palms on the bottom of the tub. I cocked my head and looked down and watched the mud creep slowly under me. It lapped at my fingertips and then spread slowly around my hands and slowly I lowered my body back down. I felt the thin layer of mud below me embrace the backs of my legs. Little electric explosions shot down my legs and my toes shuddered and squirmed reflexively in the mound of mud that they were engulfed in. I listened to the pleasant slurping the mud made as it greeted my rear, sliding around its curves. I shifted my legs, sliding the through the slick ooze and brought my knees up, lifting my hot thatch away from the cool mud, denying it its sweet kisses. I wanted this to draw out like the most practiced of lovers.

I settled against my pillow and closed my eyes, feeling the stream of mud dam up around my shins and then pour around. I lifted my feet off the base of the tub, feeling it suck and kiss my toes, releasing a wave of mud to slide from the base of the tub towards me. I rocked as a mini wave of mud slapped against my pleasure-swollen clit, and then recede flowing around my bottom and covering my wrists. I squished my feet back down into the pile of mud that had gathered near the spigot, feeling it well up between my toes and squeeze through them like toothpaste from a tube. I brought my legs together again, damming my throbbing thatch from receiving the slow lover's embrace that was the flowing mud.

I brought a hand out from the mud, watching the thick ooze, slide off and plop down joining its growing pool around me. I slid my mud slickened hand across my belly and stopped just shy of my breasts, forbidding them the cool caress of the mud until due time.

I relaxed more into the slowly deepening ooze, I continued to tingle as the mud poured around my legs and crept up the curves of my rear. As each centimeter of my body slowly felt the rising of the mud, I could hear a small moan issue from my mouth and blend with the sucking and lapping of the mud.

Finally, the mud had deepened enough that I could sense its tentative reaching at my fiery thatch. I spread my legs wide and the pile of mud that had built up at my knees rushed forward like a greedy mate. The wave of mud slammed into my clit, quenching its fires with its velvet enveloping. Pulse after pulse of pleasure rocked my body, and my limbs writhed under the surface of the mire, creating a chorus of sucking and slurping like a nursery class with a hoard of lollipops.

I bit my lip as I felt the first stirring of a climax begin. I peered down through pleasure-hazed eyes and saw that the mud was slowly crawling up my belly. I watched it flow into the indentation of my belly button and up and up. Slowly climbing toward my full breasts. My nipples were erect, anticipating the crawling ooze so much so that they ached pleasantly. I slowly freed one leg from the grasp of the mire and held it aloft. Mud cascaded down from it back into the tub and I wiggled my toes sending mud squishing forth and sent mud splattering down with rain patter drips. I stretched my leg out, splaying it over the side of the tub. This opened my sex wide to the creamy mire it was surrounded by. The mud kissed and sucked at my sex, its cool wetness mingling with the hot one of my own. Again, pleasure wracked my body and I felt volcanic stirrings inside me.

The mud had slowly begun to swallow my breasts and the slurping goo engulfed half of their mound. The tub was just about brimming with delicious mud, and I slid my leg down, back into the welcoming muck. Slowly I slid down across the bottom of the tub, my rear skimming across the slick ceramic under the blanket of mire. As I slid, I sank and raised my legs up so as to grip the faucet with my mud slick toes and cease its pleasurable flow. My toes were slippery with creamy mud, but finally I wrapped them around the handle and turned it off. I planted my heels on the rim of the tub, and placed my soles flat on the bathroom tiles, leaving little dainty muddy footprints up the wall tile. With my feet on the edge of the tub, and my arms bracing me behind, the mud had consumed more of my breasts, pushing the nipples up with buoyancy. I stared at the little islands my nipples made in the thick sea of muck, and as the climax mercurially rose within me I slid a little more, watching my firm, pointing nipples, sink like twin Atlantises beneath the mud. It crept up and over my shoulders and as it began its crawl up my throat, I exploded in sexual bliss at the hands of my gentle lover. My body shook in the jelly bath of the mud, my toes flailed, my fingers clenched. I rocked and rocked, the mud slurping in time with my thrashing, and exhausted I collapsed against the pillow, the mud lapping at my chin. I closed my eyes and looked upon the grey fog of sexual gratification, the thick cloying earthy smell first noticeable to my nostrils. I smiled and opened my eyes and looked at the mad Rorschach splatterings that my climax had caused to join my footprints on the bathroom walls.

I napped a little, drifting around in the mixed realms of reality, bliss, and exhaustion. When the mud had finally drunk the last of my heat, sexual and summery, I slowly stirred sitting up with sucking protestation by the mud. Weak and noodley I stood on shaky legs knee deep in the thick grey mud in my bath. The mud slid down my body. Tickling one last time over my breasts, dripping from my still dreaming sex, sliding down my legs with a soft, farewell caress. I pumped my legs a little, smiling at happy slurps as the clay kisses and licked my feet and legs, asking me to return to its embrace. I hugged myself with muck slick arms, enjoying the dwindling final electric moments of my encounter.

I stood there in the tub, naked, grey and slick, from neck to knees, toes still wriggling in the velvety softness below me. I hoped my next visit to the WAMming Zone would happen soon. REAL SOON. For standing there I realized that if my bathtub now spat out mud, I was going to have a hell of a time getting this off!!!!!! I looked at the linen hamper expectantly...

(Alright now hum some sort of ending Twilight Zone sting here to complete the effect...)