Intrigued to learn about your initial experiences diving into the wonderful realm of mud.

I often fantasized about mud as a WAM enthusiast. The thrill of diving into deep quarry mud with my boyfriend (Jocklad95), clad only in a lycra singlet, remains untouched. The sensation of being enveloped in thick, luxurious mud is beyond words, and it's just as exhilarating each time we indulge.

I've only ever played in a knee deep peat bog on my own. It felt amazing but always wanted to play in mud deep enough to go under with company. Think that would be amazing.

Well the real life experiences have been a little vanilla so far, so it's time to kick it up a few spots!
I've found thigh and waist deep patches when I've done steam and creek walks, and at a few ponds. The first ever time in anything up to my waist was heart pumping and a bit of a blur!
I hope to have my wits about more next time, and really enjoy the while experience!

First time was just splashing about in muddy puddles in woods near where I lived, in rainwear. After that I went in search of bogs and marshes to get trackies or footie kit well covered, and really enjoyed starting out with clean clothes and spending an hour or two getting them absolutely coated.

But never managed to find a bog deep enough to really sink into, up to my chin and then deeper...

Depends on what you mean by "first". The first time I ever went mudding for fetish related reasons was in the tidal marshes of eastern MA. That first experience was honestly kinda underwhelming but I still enjoyed myself. What I would call my TRUE first mud experience was an amazing naked romp through some 10/10 quarry clay. That experienced served as an amazing launch pad for everything I've done since and I haven't regretted any of it.

Really want to find some thick smooth quarry clay this summer...any UK recommendations? Needs to be doable from Sheffield

Mine was similiar, but I wore a sweatshirt, trainers and an old pair of school uniform trousers. I started with jumping in puddles, and built up to 'accidentally' falling on my backside in the mud a few times. It wasn't a turn-on for me, but I still got a buzz out of the experience and went back to the woods when I could. After having to walk back through the streets with my trousers plastered with mud, I made sure to take a change of clothes with me the next time though!

I've been getting muddy since I was a kid. Once I learned how mud got me aroused -- I started doing it more often. I think my favorite experience was in Texas. There was this off-road park in Irving. It's closed now. I would explore it a lot. The people thought I was kinda odd walking around in an off-roading park with no vehicle. So I found this mud hole and told myself I'd come back.

I did. I came back dressed up in a nice button down shirt, khakis, white socks, and brown penny loafers. I stepped in the mud hole and immediately, my shoe came off. When I tried to move and free the shoe, I fell in the mud hole. I was completely covered. It was so deep, warm and thick. I played around in it for a little bit. Then realized I was stuck. haha! I had to reach for grass and weeds to pull myself out. When I got out, everything was caked in mud and I lost a shoe. It felt great. The O I had later was fantastic. Luckily I went during a time when no one would be there. I miss that place.

For me it not only relaxed me as a kid growing up next to waterfalls and mud pits but also allows me to appreciate life in solitude

Not sure at what point I'd pin as my 'first session'. The interest started early childhood. But it wasn't until I gained the freedom that comes with leaving home that I could properly experiment. Things have er, 'escalated' since then.
But even now I still get a dry mouth, butterflies in my tummy, I'll tremble with excitement when I get to my favourite mud spot.

Get yourself the Explorer OS Map of where you live. Then use something online like NLS Maps side by side viewer to further scout. South Wales does have places, but they're not always easy to find. There's a quarry at South Cornelly with an incredibly tempting looking settling pond in it's corner, I got as far as scouting the site but got spooked by a helicopter and since then, have moved. But there's plenty places marked as marshland on the OS maps, along the bottom of secluded river valleys or up in the Brecon Beacons.

My first experience with mud happened when I stood too close (intentionally) to a mud puddle where people were jumping in. I got thrown in (yay!), and that's when I knew I was into WAM. Many years later, I went to a mud wrestling event, and after the actual wrestling, people just jumped in the mud pit, and I did too. I was fully covered - wow!

My first muddy session started totally by accident while walking home from visiting a mate who lives in the near by villages, I took this short cut down an old and over grown track and slipped falling on my back, as I stood it I lost my balance and fell head first into a muddy puddle.

The puddle as it turns out was a pre-dug 2 meter square ditch filled with soft creamy mud, I ended up leaving the area and went home, but the site caught my interest so I went back the following day and from a safe distance watched the muddy patch, after a hour or two this guy turned up and climbed in and get dirty and climbed out, I later found myself getting dirty inside and having fun, needless to say I went back a few times after then.

I was far too young to remember doing it, but I can recall my first memory of mud. I was probably 3 and I remember just walking into a rice paddy and then getting down and crawling around. Then I just rolled onto my back and squirmed around. There was just something so utterly fantastic about being in mud.

To this day I don't know why I love it so much, but every time I get in it, I have the same exciting feeling I've always had.