I got the urge to go out so bad that I left to the mud spot just after sunset. I arrived to find the spot nice and thick and still churned up from the last time I was there. I could hear people laughing and playing music just down the river. I heard a frog jump and splash in the water. My heart was racing. I had seen tracks from various wildlife on previous trips and there was a recent cougar attack in the area. I was able to relax easily enough and enjoy myself, though. I grabbed a handful of mud and rubbed it into my hair. You can see how much hornier I get as my hair gets caked with mud. The bad thing was that my phone ran out of storage right before I climaxed. Another thing was that I forgot my water bottle in the car. I use it to clean off with afterwards by skimming water off the top of the mud. I had to scrape as much mud as I could off with my hands and try to rub the rest off with a dry towel. I had to put my clothes on on top of the mud! I tried to squeeze the mud out of my hair, but it was a lost cause. My hair was so heavy with mud. I tried to put a rubber band around it, but it didn't work too well. Basically the only thing that was clean was my nose and mouth. I had to drive home, park my car and walk to my apartment on Capitol Hill like that. It was an adrenaline rush from hell! But as you might have guessed, I'm a pervert, so I kind of liked it!