I slogged forward until I was right next to him. He asked what I was doing and I said it was one of my wildest dreams to find a person who also enjoyed this. I swear it must have looked like I peed in my pants I was so wet. I tied my rope off to a small tree and walked right into the quicksand with him. He had no idea what to say and stammered something like,” I just wondered what it felt like”. He was obviously surprized, but being thigh deep in quicksand, could not get away. I said that it looked like he was having a good time in there and as asked if I could join him. I think that I must have scared the hell out of him. I decided to ask him if he needed any help. i had soaked right thru the shorts I was wearing. I found that I was touching myself and was incredibly wet. He was wearing gym shorts, but it was obvious that he was aroused his bulge testified to that. As I watched, I became so incredibly horny. I was so amazed that someone else shared my fantasy. But as I watched I saw that he was not afraid and was even enjoying it. At first I had the desire to rush forth and save him. I quietly moved closer and was amazed to see this guy in my spot. That is why I was so surprized when I got to my spot and I heard someone. I shared this secret with nobody for fear of being ridiculed. I had also gotten to where I enjoyed going in in my “birthday siut”. I did get carried away on more than one occasion and needed the rope to get myself free. It was in the mid 80’s and I decided to set out for the afternoon. As luck would have it, I was getting the urge to explore my secret,when we had a few warm days in a row in late September. I figured out that I was usually the most aroused in the middle of my cycle, probably having something to do with ovulation.Īs it became fall, I was not looking forward to the cold months and being unable to enjoy the sensations of sinking. Like I said, I know this is pretty bizarre. I had never had sex, but fantasized about it in mud. I would rock my self waist-deep and have several orgasms. The soft mud applied just the right amount of pressure. Over the course of the summer, I spent many afternoons indulging in one of the most erotic forms of mastubation that I could imaging. The quicksnad was secluded but the access was not.

It was tricky sometimes getting out to my spot unseen. I was quite self consious about my fetish and did not ever suspect that anyone else would share in this bizarre idea. The feeling of the wet mud sliding up my thighs and then reaching my private parts is so intense that I get wet even thinking about it. As I explored the quicksand I became more comfortable and began to enjoy it. At first I was quite scared of sinking to my death, I had ropes and poles. It took a little doing, hiking and exploring, but I did manage to find some quicksand not too far from my house near a small stream. This past summer, I decided to find some mud or quicksand and see what it was like. I would make it a point to watch old Tarzan movies and was interested in mud wrestling as well. As I grew older, I came to realize that I was getting horney when I saw that. I would get a little flushed and noticed that I was “wetter” than normal.

At first I had no idea what it would mean when I saw the old Tarzan movies with the woman sinking into mire. Since I was a little girl, I have been facinated by quicksand. This is probably going to be one of the stranger stories.

Krystal in quicksand erotic sink