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.

Women sinking topless in quicksand