Quicksand Fans

Who else remembers this fever dream of a story!

Woman has a house next to some woods and shes a single mother. Her mom comes to pick up the kids and she decides to enjoy her house and land. She explores the woods behind her house and finds a pit. She sinks and is scared but then starts getting aroused and she explores herself. She came back again and again but cold weather and winter stopped her. When summer came around again she went back and practically jumps in but doesnt realize the spring water made it much deeper and she sinks deeper but lost in pleasure she fails to realize until her shoulders go under. Knowing she was done she focused om the pleasure as she sank to her erotic demise.

The last words of the story were I believe... oh no.

It came up on Google searches bit the website was deleted. Does anyone have a copy of this story?!

You're in luck, that's Skinny Dipping, from the blog Sinking Into Oblivion:



It was a hot summer afternoon when Kay walked out of her house and down the steps of the back porch heading in the direction of the creek that ran through the woods not very far away. She was wearing a pair of ragged cut offs, an old tee-shirt and her oldest pair of tennis shoes saved just for this occasion.

As Kay headed across the backyard carrying a towel under her arm she thought about how long it had been since she'd had a day all to herself. Her husband Paul was out of town for the rest of the week and his parents had taken her daughter Laura home with them in order to spend some time with their granddaughter.

Kay missed them both but it had been quite a while since she'd been able to take the time she needed to take care of herself. So it wasn't all the hard to put her them and her lonely feelings aside for the few days they'd be away.

When she reached the woods Kay stopped and looked back at the house Paul had built with his own hands for them to live in. It had taken them three years to complete while they had lived in a small two bedroom trailer. But it had been worth it for the house along with the forty acres it stood on was paid for lock stock and barrel.

Along with a clear mortgage came the freedom to live the life she and Paul had talked about when they were dating. Allowing Kay to stay home with Laura instead of having to dump her into a daycare facility like they would have had to do had they chosen to live like most couples did in the beginning of the twenty-first century.

Their forty acre spread was covered with woods and s stream ran across their property a short distance from the house. It was secluded their closest neighbor living just over a mile down the road. So Kay didn't have to worry about being disturbed or spied upon.

The following summer Kay had decided to throughly explore the area of the creek beginning where the stream entered the property all the way to where it at last left their land. Waiting until Paul was out of town it took her several days to complete her survey. That time it was her parents who had taken Laura to visit with them so Kay was able to spend the entire time exploring without having to contend with a lot of housework while constantly tending to the needs of her three year old daughter.

On the third day all Kay's efforts paid off when to her delight she found exactly what she was looking for.

As a teenager Kay's parents took her and her brother on camping trips to the various National parks scattered through the Untied States. It was on one of those trips that she had accidently stumbled into quicksand when she had stepped on what appeared to be solid ground.

Terrified Kay had screamed for help which didn't arrive until she'd sunk in up to her neck. But later after she'd calmed down Kay began to think about excited and aroused she'd been at the same time. At first she thought she was the only one who had ever felt that way so she kept these strange feelings to herself. Not even confiding them to her best friend at the time when she started to fantasying about falling into quicksand in order to sexually arouse herself before going to sleep after going to bed.

It wasn't all that hard for Kay to do since she'd already experienced what it felt like to be trapped unable to move or free herself without making herself sink in deeper. By the time the sand or mud reached her neck in her fantasy she'd be soaking wet between her thighs. Reaching down between her legs she'd rub her coitus making herself come again and again until she fell asleep exhausted.

Even after she and Paul married the best orgasms she experienced with him seemed to only happen when she fantasized about being trapped in quicksand.

All this Kay kept to herself not once ever telling her husband or anyone else her secret. But when she discover the small pool the creek ran into filling it with clear cool water before it spilled out the other side. She knew that at least she'd found a place of solitude where she could go to be alone.

The pool lay within a bend where the creek curved as it changed direction and it was surrounded and shaded by trees so that as soon as Kay stepped into the bend she was hidden from sight. So Kay had taken off her clothes and went for a swim. A little while later to her delight she discovered a small depression about eight feet in diameter that lay a few yards from the other side of the pool.

Indeed had she not known just what to look for she would had walked right into it just like she had so many years before. Only this time there would have been no one close by to answer her cries for help.

The next day Kay returned to the pool with a coil of rope and a ten foot long metal pole. Walking around the depression containing the quicksand she spent the better part of an hour testing to see just how deep it was. Carefully marking each spot where the pole hit bottom at the spot her belly button came to on the pole.

When she was finished testing Kay tied securely one end of her rope around the trunk of a nearby tree and after she'd removed her clothes she then tied the other end of her rope tightly to her wrist. Pulling on her lifeline as hard as she could until she was satisfied that it would hold; Kay turned and walked towards one of the places that she had marked pretending not to see the pit as she deliberately stepped into the quicksand.

At first Kay was nervous and frightened but she was soon able to master her fear as soon as the cool mud reached the opening of her womanhood. When she felt it's soothing caress Kay opened her thighs to allow the mud to flow into her as it kissed her intimately like a lover.

Once she stopped sinking Kay ran her hands all over the part of her body that was still above the surface of the mud massaging her breasts and squeezing her nipples between her fingers. Moaning louder and louder Kay pushed her arms down into the mud as she reached between her thighs and rubbed her coitus briskly while at the same time she slowly squatted downward on her hunches.

By the time her chin began to sink into the mud Kay was in the throes of the best multiple orgasm that she'd ever experienced which only intensified as she allowed her face to sink beneath the surface while holding her breath. A moment later Kay pulled herself back up with the rope attached to her wrist and allowed herself to sink back into the mud three more times as she masturbated. Until at last she could take no more and pulled herself out of the quicksand; picked up her clothes and headed for a swim in her hidden pool where after cleaning herself; she lay for quite some time contemplating on what this experience meant to her.

From then on as often as she could Kay returned to play in the quicksand quickly becoming addicted to the soothing and calming effect the cool damp mud had her. All the tension left her body as soon as she slid into the quicksand causing her to relax as it cooled her burning skin. Leaving her in a mild state of euphoria as she forgot all about her problems and the constant demands her family made upon her.

By the end of the summer Kay had become comfortable enough so that she no longer tied the rope to her wrist leaving it where she could easily reach it when she was ready to climb out. Being careful to always enter the quicksand at the same exact spot she never sank past her belly button and only practiced her routine of pretending to sink by squatting down as she masturbated after her feet had touched the bottom of the pit.

When fall arrived a few weeks later and the weather turned too cold for Kay to play in the mud and go skinny dipping in her hidden pool. She began to long for the return of spring and summer and looked forward to the day when she'd be able to relax in the mud as it drained all the tension out of her. Never once mentioning to her husband what she had been up to all those times he'd been away from home.

Nor did Paul mind going out of town so much because each time he returned home he found Kay more radiant than she was before he left. She seemed to be a bundle of energy which he soon discovered translated into the best sex he'd ever experienced after they retired that night to the privacy of their bedroom.

All that winter not once did Kay think to study into how mud pits and quicksand came into being. So she never learned that quicksand is caused by water saturating the ground and mixing in with the dirt so that the surface appears to be solid but is in fact unstable and unable to support the weight of anything placed on it. That the thicker the mud the harder it was to move around in it and the greater the suction of its downward pull. Or that there has to be a source for the water to seep up towards the surface like an underground stream to keep the ground from drying out in warm weather and becoming solid once more which tended to make it bottomless and very dangerous.

So the heavier than normal rains that winter didn't cause Kay any undue concern and because she had been extremely cautious in the beginning avoiding the fatal mistakes that usually killed the unwary novice. Kay had lost her fear of the quicksand as she began to see it as her best friend and as a lover that she was having an affair with when her husband was away on business.

Now Kay hurried along the trail towards the creek and her hidden hideaway; anxious to slip into the mud since this was the first time she had been able to get away since the return of warm weather. Excited and aroused she could feel herself becoming wet between her legs as she remembered the intense orgasms from the summer before.

When Kay at last arrived at the pool in the bend of the creek she hung her towel on a low hanging limb. Then took off her clothes neatly folding them and laying them on top of her shoes where they wouldn't get wet or dirty. Moments later she waded into the pool and swam to the other side where she climbed out onto the bank.

Looking around Kay saw that all of her markers were still in place as well as the rope which she picked up and pulled as hard as she could testing to make sure that it would hold her weight. When she was satisfied that all was well she finely walked over to the spot where she had experienced so much pleasure the summer before and without a moments hesitation stepped into the quicksand.

"Ah ahaaaaaaaa!" Kay sighed as her foot slid into the cool mud.

She then took a couple more steps away from the safety of the solid ground and began to push first one foot and then the other deeper into the quicksand. Dropping the rope Kay began to sway back and forth fighting the quicksand pretending that she was trapped and wanted to escape making her sink even faster.

By the time the mud was inching its way up Kay's silky thighs she started to moan in ecstacy as she ran her hands up and down her body. Failing to notice that not only did she step closer towards the center of the quicksand than she'd ever been and that the mud she was sinking into was much thicker than it was the summer before.

"Ooooooo!. Oooooo!" Kay moaned as she squeezed her breasts and nipples with her fingers.

"Oh god yes! Yes!" She cried when her hips slid into the mud and its cool finger caressed the opening of her womanhood. Reflexively Kay opened her thighs and reached down between her legs with both of her hands and pulled open the labia lips of her vagina allowing the mud to enter her as it continued to engulf her.

So great was the release of her pent up sexual feelings and excitement at having been denied release for so long that all it took for Kay to climax explosively was the touch of the cool mud on her clit.

Kay closed her eyes and shuttered as wave after orgasmic wave surged through her each one more intense than the last. Playing with the orbs of her breasts her fingers left streaks of her own wetness mixed with mud all over them nor did she care that with each passing second her feet were sinking deeper than they ever had before. Her multiple orgasms were so intense and overwhelming that she didn't notice that she hadn't stopped sinking when the quicksand reached the round oval of her belly button. Gasping and panting rapidly which made her breasts heave violently as she shuttered. Kay didn't pay any attention to how hard it was getting for her to breathe either as the quicksand flowed relentlessly upward encasing her rib cage within its embrace.

It wasn't until the quicksand began to caress Kay's breasts as they started to sink into the mud and the last echo of her climax began to fade that she awoke as from a dream. Shaking her head from side to side to clear her mind Kay soon found her arms resting on the surface and looking down she watched in disbelief as her nipples disappeared.

Kay reached for her rope but found to her dismay that it now lay just out of reach as she continued to sink. Held fast within the quicksands iron embrace unable to move as the mud flowed over the tops of her shoulders and inched its way up her neck forcing her to tilt her head back when it reached her chin.

Terrified yet Kay knew that it was useless to scream for there was no one near enough to hear her frantic cries for help except for the squirrels playing high above in the tops of the trees. Already the sand had devoured her arms and hands leaving only her face floating on the surface like an island as it relentlessly crept upward. Soon Kay could no longer hear the birds call out to each other as the mud filled her ears and within moments it was flowing over her chin and forehead.

"Noooo!" Kay moaned until the sand flowed into her mouth and nostrils leaving only the silky strands of her hair floating on the surface. In another moment they too were gone as the quicksand erased all traces of her having been there except for the rope that lay upon the ground near the edge of the pit.

ghostofmyeyes wrote:You're in luck, that's Skinny Dipping, from the blog Sinking Into Oblivion:

Man, it’s crazy to find someone else that knows about this short story. I remember stumbling upon this story years ago, but it was under a different blog. I think it was called “Poetic Wet Dreams?” I remember the artist’s pen name was Don Juanabe. Got any other stories from them? I’ve been searching for an archived version of their blogs but I’ve had no luck.

I could kiss you lmao! Thank you so much! ^_^
This story is a staple!