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The Ultimate Bondage (explicit NSFW) - now complete

Postby tanya_wam » Wed Apr 06, 2016 8:47 am

I'm still working on this, a distillation of a longer more erotically themed story with quicksand as a side theme, and have twisted it into something more quicksand and sinking orientated.

But I wanted to see if it was acceptable, as some of the language and imagery is quite explicit. :? :oops:

I also hope that the makers of the quicksand video, for I think they might run this group and as it is a real one, do not mind me describing it in erotic detail, as that was the inspiration for this, as were others. :oops:



The Ultimate Bondage
by Tanya


Part 1

They told me that bondage and domination required an absolute level of trust.

I didn't believe Sarah when she told me that was what she and Peter got up to in the bedroom, and other places. It was beyond any level of romance, or sex, I understood.

But then I met Drew.

It was lust at first sight, on the floor of the club. My current relationship had been fizzling out, and things were drawing to an inevitable end. Drew invited me to dance, and was an exquisite mover. The clouds of a fizzled out squib of a romance were suddenly blown away.

I'm not sure how long we danced but I felt exhilarated, alive again.

It began with a dazzling, horny and intimate dance. And ended some time past midnight on a secret balcony - as Drew had connections with the owners - fucking on a sofa overlooking the dance floor, hidden only by a translucent curtain.

I had no idea if they could see us from down there. And after being fucked right off the sofa onto the balcony floor in a variety of body twisting and mind blowing positions, I really didn't fucking care that much either...

Drew lay on top me, naked, panting. He should be spent, exhausted, but the look in his eyes, locked on mine fluttering under lashes as I tried to recover from the sheer intensity of coming like I'd never come before, were full of fire.

He wasn't just a bar raiser but a whole game changer.

We started dating.

Only it wasn't a whirlwind romance of love and flowers, quiet chats in coffee bars as we watched the sun set but horny hook-ups, illicit fucks in the alleys behind clubs, or anywhere else Drew fancied, in the early hours. Hotel lifts? Check! In the garden where we might be seen by neighbours, as we rearranged the flowerbeds with our naked sweating bodies. Sure, why not!? Public toilets, taking turns to sneak him into the ladies, or me into the gents, and explore new positions in the confined cublicle. Whatever!


Didn't really give a shit about what others thought, did Drew. All that mattered was me and him.

And what we could do next.

* * *

Fucking had moved from a simple game for consenting adults to a challenge between sexual competitors. Every hook-up, each wild and scandalous fuck, had to better what we did last time. Keep it fresh. Wild. Interesting.

Risky.

Dangerous.

Drew loved porn. I should have taken it as read. Few guys could innovate that much sexually without inspirations from somewhere. I mean, I read Cosmopolitan, and that was my spur. But Drew decided to share.

So after the usual caller and callee porn scenarios, how we fucked got more elaborate as the videos got cornier. But porn itself comes in a variety of flavours, and I never imagined how diverse tastes could be.

Drew himself, my savage and irrepressible Drew, turned out to be something of a bondage freak. There'd always been a hint of that, tying him up with my stockings and such, or just pinning each other down. But now, in the continuing search for game raising, these got more complicated. Cuffs, rope, paddles, whips, even a rack, which make the construction of mere furniture from Ikea seem like a kid's toy.

When Fifty Shades of Grey came out, we just pointed and laughed.

Then things hit a rut.

"We need a wild card. A random element." Drew suggested. "Something out of our control."

That didn't sound unreasonable. "Got any ideas how?" I asked, thinking Drew might be edging towards threesomes, or swinging.

Drew had been online again, searching for porn that we hadn't already seen, or played. Google bought up a random generator of some kind. Type in the first letter, and the number of letters, and it picks a word.

I shrugged. "Seems fair."

"Choose a letter." Drew said.

I pursed my lips and thought. If I was going to be random... "Uh. Q?"

"Q?" Drew's expression was priceless. "If this brings up the most unpronounceable word, I'm going to..."

"Yes?"

He beckoned me close and whispered what in my ear. It was as ever deliciously filthy and quite disgusting in execution. I actually blushed.

"Promises, promises. Is that before or after our random whatever?"

Drew sidestepped that answer. "Number of letters?"

"My lucky number. Nine."

He typed them in and hit return. I peered over his shoulder for the answer.

"Quicksand?"

Drew sighed. "You can't get more random than that, I suppose."

"Are we going to try again?" I asked.

Drew had a think, and googled 'quicksand porn'. Now it was my expression that was priceless. "You're not serious?"

"If you don't ask..."

I didn't know what to expect, if anything, and I'm not sure Drew did either. The results were certainly interesting. An eye opener.

Hot Babe Masturbates in Quicksand


"Shall we?' Drew asked. I nodded. This I had to see.

A quite shapely young woman in a short tight leather dress and tights walked across the desert. Nothing especially interesting there. Then her foot sunk into the smooth sand up to her ankle. Then her other one. She tested the ground a bit, bouncing up and down. The seemingly solid ground trembled as it took up to her shins, crumbling to reveal a thick greyish much. She moaned erotically as it did so, quickly sinking up to her thighs as she writhed with arousal.

I could always tell instinctively when Drew was getting horny. Whether it was the girl herself, or her outfit, or the low orgasmic sounds she uttered, didn't matter. It was like my superpower. And it obviously turned me on.

The woman wriggled her hips as she sank up to her crotch in the quicksand. I bit my lip and clutched Drew's shoulder, as she sank to her waist, and touched her breasts. Unlike so many films where the 'quicksand' was obviously just water with some dirt sprinkled on top, this seemed the real deal. I felt a pang of concern for her. How would she, assuming she wanted to, get out again?

She was not almost up to her tits, and scooping up the quicksand and smearing it over them, moaning even more. The dry sand around had broken up completely into a grey gunge as she rocked back and forth, up and down, as if straddling a lover submerged in the quicksand and fucking him cowgirl style. Her gasps and cries reached an orgasmic climax as she continued to rub the muck over her tits.

My legs were starting to go weak so I pulled a chair behind Drew, to sit for support, peering over his shoulder still, as if hypnotised.

I was as breathless as the girl. My fingers had inadvertently slipped to between my thighs as I sat, and the tips slipped into the wetness under the sheer material of my panties.

Post-orgasmically, the woman's moans lowered to little gasps of pleasure as, almost up to her armpits in the quicksand, she continued to smooth the muck over her tits for a while.

"Is that it?" I whispered? Admittedly it was hot. More so than I would have thought. I desperately wanted to tear Drew from the screen and straddle fuck him on the bed, imagining him under the quicksand as I rode him. I felt an electric arousal like I hadn't felt for some time.

This was something quite new. Different.

"Not even half way." Drew muttered. I could tell from his tone he was as hard as fuck, and desperately wanted to throw me on the bed too. To take me hard and mercilessly in whatever position was expedient.

But we were both mesmerised by the screen. This quicksand porn.

Then the girl began to lift herself out, backwards. She managed to get her arse on the firm sand behind her, and sit on it, dragging her muck covered legs free. With slow erotic moves, she smoothed the muck from her legs, still leaving the tights covered in grey sludge, as they hung limply from either foot. Then she stood on the edge of the quicksand and smoothed the rest of the muck from her dress. She lifted her dress, and slowly pulled her filthy tights down her bare slimy legs, to discard them.

As a striptease, it wasn't exceptionally erotic, but it had us hypnotised.

She took a few steps more, and started to sink again. As before the crust of dry sand gave way, and she was up to her knees again. This time, her sexual need was more obvious, as she bounced her arse on the dry sand to break it up. After a few tries the quicksand was at her waist once more. It quivered and moved like nothing I had ever seen before. Hands flat on the semi-solid ground either side of her, the woman's downward thrusts became quicker, more urgent. She hefted herself from waist deep to just below her tits, which were now covered in drying quicksand, over and over.

My nails had dug into Drew's shoulder so hard, I was afraid I might draw blood.

Sighing with her head thrown back, the woman scooped up more quicksand and rubbed it over her tits, letting it dribble down them, between them. Shower time with Drew, him scrubbing my tits with shower gel and lathering me up all over before our slippery bodies collided against the wall, seemed tame by comparison.

My face was close to Drew's head as sat there, and kept watching.

The woman rubbed her tits for a while longer, and got out again. This time she stripped her filthy dress off, leaving her bare body covered in smeary grey slime. The patterns of gunky grime on her bare skin, shining dully in the desert sun, were indescribable. It looked like some bizarre exclusive body stocking.

My whole cunt throbbed with arousal quite unlike anything I had felt before. And I could tell from how much Drew was shaking, that he was so hard it hurt.

By now, usually, we'd have fucked each other senseless a few good times. That we hadn't wasn't that we didn't want to, but a testiment to finding something that, in a very weird way, appealed to us both. Regular porn was predictable. This... we had no way of knowing how it would end.

The woman started to jump on the firm sand for a third time. Now, naked except for the drying grey scum on her, she wriggled herself thigh deep, and rammed her arse back in the quicksand. She leant forward, belly and tits on the surface. She worked her way up to her tits again and rubbed thick muck over them.

This time, Drew broke. He was suddenly on his feet, lifting me bodily from the chair. I was tossed on the bed and my skirt and panties ripped away. My blouse torn open to expose my breasts. Then he disappeared.

As I lay there, nibbling my lip in horny anticipation, the girl on the screen had another quicksand orgasm, clambered out, and tottered away.

The real deal. Both the quicksand and the orgasm. I recognised that unsteady, knees-weak, walk.

Drew reappeared with towels draped over his arm. He wasn't wearing anything. He slung one over me. It was wet through, and cold. I gave a yelp of shock.

"Make like it's quicksand!" he growled, wrapping the other bath towel round his waist. Two smaller towels were tossed on the bed beside me.

In a weird way, it wasn't that difficult. The thick wet material was somewhat rough, and heavy. Struggling from under it was somewhat 'quicksandy'. I clambered to a kneeling position, and wrapped the towel round my waist. We both knelt there, cold, shivering, but also aroused like fuck. I could see Drew's cock poking up through the material. Impulsively I grabbed it and jerked it. The chilly damp material was very strange in my palm, barely warmed by the heat of his erection.

Drew scooped up one of the smaller towels, and grabbed my bare tits with it, rubbing them as if it was quicksand. The icy fabric sent a judder through my whole body. My nips sang with sensation. The towel was brought up round my neck. In my imagination, I felt as if I were up to my neck, about to drown. Breasts heaving. Drew slowly eased the towel away, so it was dragged over my now damp breasts and pert nipples, then leant forward and sucked one.

I was now a woman possessed. I twisted Drew on his back, wrapped in his towel, then bought my towel wrapped body hard down on his hips. His cock was curiously cold from the towel but still hard. It slid up in me with no effort. I was as wet and slippery as the quicksand in the video, as Drew sank balls deep into me.

I started to ride him, bouncing like the woman had. Drew was the quicksand now. He flowed and surged between my thighs as I straddled him hard. I placed the other small towel in his hands and guided him to rub it over my tits again, as I steadied myself and bobbed up and down in this strange roleplay quicksand. Felt myself sinking into orgasm, rather than rushing headlong into it. It was the most unsubtle drowning in sensation ever.

It didn't take Drew long to cum, and it was the most powerful fuck we'd had in what felt like a long time.

For once, he was spent. He had a look of amazing bliss on his face, lying on his back, half covered in 'quicktowel'.

I clambered off him, rewrapped the cold towel round my tits, and curled up beside him.

The video had ended, and another one was playing. A young blonde with hair in twin ponytails, a hipster short skirt and blouse tied high just under her breasts was struggling thigh deep in smooth deep grey quicksand which seemed to hold her fast like glue.

"We gotta find some real quicksand, like that..." Was the last thing I heard Drew murmur, before I drifted asleep.


To be continued


Part 2 is here: viewtopic.php?f=14&t=13662#p94394
Last edited by tanya_wam on Mon Apr 18, 2016 7:09 am, edited 3 times in total.
Oh tosh! Tanya retorted, quicksand churning,
Round her knees, then thighs, then oh dear!
It got intimate with her hips and her panties,
And squished rather funnily up her rear!

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Re: The Ultimate Bondage (explicit NSFW)

Postby Ace » Wed Apr 06, 2016 9:11 am

Fuck yes, that was amazing. Quicksand sex isn't depicted in stories nearly often enough, and I assume that's what's coming. Can't wait for the sequel.

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Re: The Ultimate Bondage (explicit NSFW)

Postby tanya_wam » Wed Apr 06, 2016 9:23 am

Thank you! :D
Oh tosh! Tanya retorted, quicksand churning,
Round her knees, then thighs, then oh dear!
It got intimate with her hips and her panties,
And squished rather funnily up her rear!

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Re: The Ultimate Bondage (explicit NSFW)

Postby tanya_wam » Wed Apr 06, 2016 5:01 pm

Part 2


After such an exhilarating and fresh fuck, I didn't really give the quicksand thing much thought. Been there, done that, I considered, and pondered which letter and number of letters to use when we tried the random thing again.

But Drew had been busy. He was usually on the road, and reappeared that weekend with a grin almost as big as his hard-on. What had he found now, I wondered, wickedly, knowing I wouldn't have to wait long.

"You do like bondage, don't you?" I knew he didn't really need to ask.

"Of course."

"And you like being restricted, yes?"

I nodded, frowning, wondering where this leading. "Especially when you fuck me."

"So if you were completely stuck and almost completely unable to move..."

Getting impatient, I replied. "Yeah yeah yeah, it would be the horniest fucking thing ever. So?"

"You remember that quicksand porn?"

"Didn't seem that restricting. Very messy and exceptionally filthy, yes. But..."

"No the one after it."

"Vaguely. Looked like clay? A blonde?"

"I know guys in the construction industry. Brickmakers. They get clay like that to make them out of huge quarries. Sandpits. Quite often when they soften up the ground before digging, there are huge tracts of natural quicksand formed. Whole lakes of clay that's soft, sticky and deep, like the other one."

Fantasy had been one thing, in bed, in a cold wet role play quicksand. Actually being in the real thing...

"Aw, c'mon Drew! I know..."

He was sidling up to me. One hand cradled my arse. "It'll be hot."

"Perhaps." I felt his other hand slipping under my skirt and up my thigh. Finger teasing me. My cunt tingled as it always did to his touch.

Drew nibbled my neck. My ear. Muttered my obscene things in my ear. Tried to make fucking in quicksand sound like the coolest, hottest thing ever.

By the time he won his argument though, he'd groped his way to my libido, dragged me to the sofa, and fucked any level of objection out of me.

In many ways, with how rough Drew was, I was something of a sore loser.

* * *

And that was how, in the early hours of one spring Sunday, when there was no work going on so it was ominously quiet and deserted, Drew drove me to the quicksand quarry.

He had me dress up before we left. A sheer black catsuit bodystocking, under a thin short pleated skirt. My hair was tied back in a ponytail. Drew liked it loose but with no way of knowing how deep the clay was, it would get in the way.

The rope was, in this case, a safety feature should we need help getting out, rather than something to ramp up the excitement.

The sun had barely risen over the far trees but it was already bright enough to see clearly. The breeze was brisk through the thin nylon stretched over my tits, making my nipples sing with sensation and stiffen for attention. With no panties underneath, the open crotch of the bodystocking exposed my freshly shaved puss and swollen clit to the keen air. They too chanted a rhythmic throbbing mantra as they faced the anticipation of a new and indefinable thrill.

Drew smiled evilly at my pert nipples, and led me to clamber down the torn up ground to the bottom of the quarry. The eerie colourless earth and silence, no even any birds now they were chilling after their own personal orgasm of dawn chorus, made it seem like we were on a strange moonscape. Devoid of life.

I hoped it would not void me of life either.

That was the trust you put in your partner with any bondage. That they weren't going to kill you, even accidentally. I made sure I remembered my safewords, and safesigns, if things got dangerous.

A random element like quicksand took us both outside our comfort, and safety, zones.

"We'll leave our stuff here." Drew said, leaving a blanket spread on the ground and the holdall of spare clothes and things to clean up with on the gravelly banks of a stretch of wet glistening sand, pock-marked with small puddles. "From here it gets treacherous. We can either go over the quicksand to the clay pits, or..."

I eyed the sands suspiciously.

"Or?"

"Just you can." His grin had never been so evil. So enticing.

So horny.

I raised an eyebrow and considered objecting but Drew was already stripping down to his outfit. A loincloth. The way it was stretched forward with an erection to put shame to all other erections was testament enough.

And the quickest way to a girl's wet aching-for-attention cunt, at least this girl, lay in the deadly sucking quicksands.

That was how film posters always described it.

I hoped it wasn't really true.

My teeth found my lip and nibbled at it for dear life.

I kicked off my ballet pumps and tottered down the shallow crumbling bank to the shore of the quicksand. I tossed a glance back at Drew, now looking like a bargain basement Tarzan, rope looped over his shoulder, watching me.

And took a deep breath.

No idea what to suspect.

The quicksand video had shown it to be firm at first so I probably did.

It wasn't.

With a single confident first step, my leg slid shin deep into icy soft wet sand. I let out a shriek. Tried to regain balance as my other foot was pulled from the firm bank, to plop one further step forward. This time it went over my knee in even colder slimy grainy ooze.

When I sucked in my breath this time I was panting nervously.

"Drew!?" I hissed.

"You okay?" He called.

I tried to pull one leg free. It was stuck fast, the quicksand shivering around it, as I shivered just as much at the chilling muck holding me. It was disgustingly cold, nothing like the towels.

It felt like it sucked at my bare skin, through the sheer micromesh. An all over lovebite suction. Strangely arousing but equally terrifying. Lips of an inhuman nature drawing me deeper. Devouring me.

Drew whistled appreciatively. "That must be cold. Your nips are like bullets!"

They were at that. I brought a trembling hand up and stroked one through the bodystocking. It was so sensitive it stung. My breath was in short staccato gasps already. I wasn't usually that aroused, that fucking horny, without a lot more anticipation.

"Can you move?"

"D-do y-you r-r-really th-think I sh-should?" I stuttered as my flesh goosebumped like never before. My legs below the knees already felt frigid to the bone, my feet numb not just from the cold wetness but also the vice-like grip the quicksand had on them.

Higher up, my shivering thighs were warm. Where they met, the heat, the horniness, was getting unbearable.

I had to go on.

I didn't want to go on!

"Lift that skirt and let's see that arse wiggle!" Drew encouraged.

My hands slid under each side of the hem and hefted it past my hips. I wiggled my black sheer bodystocking covered arse as erotically as one can wiggle your black sheer bodystocking covered arse when up to your thighs in bitingly raw clinging quicksand. I was shivering so much I probably need not have bothered.

Thighs?

I was still going down, and not in the hot sexual sense either. I was only one or two steps from the 'beach' behind me but I was now thigh deep, my awareness of the cold wetness creeping up my stockinged legs suddenly intense and foremost. I tried to move my legs a fraction more than my trembling. Nothing doing. The grasping suction of the quicksand was beyond my strength, and I didn't consider myself weak.

As the muscles in my thighs strained, I tried to distract myself from this kind of going down to another more pleasurable kind, my lips and tongue wrapped round Drew's stiff cock and savouring its taste.

"Drew!?" I gasped, louder and more urgently this time. The slow progress of the quicksand up my thighs seemed to be getting a bit, well, quicker?

"Might as well take your skirt off!" Drew called. "I wanna see that fine hot arse of yours in the quicksand."

My hands found their way to resting on each hip as I craned my upper body and head as fully round to look at him, standing in a Tarzanesque pose in his loincloth, silhouetted against the blue morning sky. And I tried to shiver less, to look as little like a damsel in distress in dire need of being saved from deadly quicksand, and more like a mistress bored with her slave's impertinence.

It didn't work.

"Wh-whaaaat!?"

"Hey, wiggle that booty, girl!"

"I'll w-wiggle y-your f-f-f-fuck-i-i-ing n-neck i-if..."

Drew wagged a finger at me. "Tsk tsk. Skirt first."

I fumbled with the buttons in the skirt's waist and unwrapped it, tossing it aimlessly behind me.

The quicksand was now at my crotch. My arsecheeks. The moment of truth.

"How does it feel?" Drew purred. He had clambered down and was now on the shoreline of the quicksand, a few feet away.

"Like f-fucking ice!"

Drew pursed his lips. "I don't recall you complaining when I slid ice cubes up your thighs and inside you."

"Like f-fucking s-sticky ice then. I c-can't m-move my legs!"

The pressure on my legs, up my thighs, now crept to embrace my cunt. Rose a little to suck coldly at my clit. Both protested at the bitter slushy muck surging at my sex. The quicksand groped through the stretched thin sheer body stocking onto my arse cheeks. Seeped between them, a wintry sludge gurgling and slurping as I continued to shiver, and felt my cunt go numb on the outside, contrasting with horny liquid fire within.

I tried to lift one leg, making the quicksand swell in front of me. It felt like I had lead weights pulling it down. Attempting the same with the other had even less of a result. If I couldn't get up then...

"Hey that's a cute wiggle, Little Miss Arsey Tits!"

I tired to shimmy, turn in a small circle so I was facing the gravel and Drew. Quicksand splashed up my belly and hips. Covered my arse in slimy gunge, staining the bodystocking in sand coloured slime. All the time the icy slippery muck pressed over my clit, making it sting with cold, while my labia felt the quicksand ripple and surge over them with its viscous arctic grasp.

"A-at wh-what point?" I stammered as I juddered round slowly. "W-were you p-planning on j-joining m-me in h-here?"

Drew made a play of rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Teasingly.

I stretched to one side and managed to grab his ankle. As the quicksand surged coldly up my left side, through the bodystocking and covered my arm and one tit in sucking gritty sediment.

Drew tottered and lost his balance.

Sprawling into the quicksand beside me with a mucky slurping splash. His open mouth and quickened breath told me he found it every bit as cold as I did. He floundered on his back, the quicksand gurgling round his almost bare body. Now it was my turn to admire mud-covered fitness in all its sludgy cold glory, as it dripped from his skin.

But only for a moment.

I reached over and laid the weight of my upper body across his torso. Used it to start to lever my arse and legs out of the quicksand.

"Hey!" Drew protested. "Hey, stop that! You'll make me sink!"

I got one leg, covered with thick dripping quicksand. up on his thigh. My belly slid over his loin covered hard cock. The pressure of it was exquisite on my skin. After a few moments struggle, I was straddling him as he thrashed around slowly, sinking as he did so.

"This isn't what I had in mind!" He hissed up at me.

"Shame." I smirked, wiggling my tits. now covered in equal measures of night-coloured micromesh and dribbling orangey-brown ooze, down at his scowl. I shoved my mucky hands under his armpits and tickled him mercilessly. He writhed uncontrollably, sinking even deeper into the quicksand with me on top. My thighs dipped over his hips into the quicksand and I was now able to swing my legs slowly, back and forth. The tide of soft grainy slurry against my skin was now quite a turn on.

And Drew's slimy quicksand covered body felt wonderfully horny as I ran my hands sensually over his chest. They reached the slender cord of his loincloth and I tugged at it, freeing his cock. It was something of a contortionist's nightmare to arch my mouth down to suck at his bulbous red head as I gripped the balls and aimed it up. Then I scooped up some quicksand and used both palms to smear it down his massive erection.

"Y-you're right!" Drew gasped. "T-that IS f-f-fuck-i-ing c-cold!"

I slid myself forward, feeling the stiff throbbing shaft against my sandy cunt until she was aimed just right, then shimmied back until Drew's quicksand covered cock ground between my raw labia and deep up inside my burning cunt. Usually the sensation was pure ecstasy for me. Now, stirring thick slimy gritty ooze into me that was part-lubricating, part-abrasive... I didn't have the words.

Drew's scowl melted to an expression of bemused bliss. "Like this?"

"You know being on top makes me come more easily."

"Using your knees for leverage."

"I'll innovate."

The crook of Drew's massive cock, shaved bare, pressed against my sandy clit, squeezing it with obscene squelches as the quicksand rose up over him and and covered where he penetrated me. Remembering the girl in the video, I rocked back and forth, leaning down on Drew's chest for support. He scooped up some soft quicksand in his hands and slapped it over my breasts, letting his fingers massage it through the bodystocking in a collision of sensations - cold, wet gunk dripping off slimy sheer fabric covered nipples.

There was a rhythmic slushy slapping echoing across the quarry as I bounced as solidly as possible on his cock, driving him deep up inside. Inside my cunt was already tingling with the strange sandiness, and now I could feel Drew's cock tensing, throbbing...

Head tossed back, his face framed by the quicksand which was rising round it, arms thrashing for support, Drew shot his whole load into me. I came instantly, inside my belly exploding savagely with orgasm. We were probably both crying out and screaming but I was senseless with rapture, eyes closed and watering.

I was left shivering, head limp over my tits, by the time I was aware the quicksand was rising my my belly again.

Drew's eyes were fixed on me, breathless, struggling to find words. He was almost completely under.

"Any idea," He finally said slowly, "how the fuck we get out of this?"


To be continued


Part 3 is on page 2 of this thread: viewtopic.php?f=14&t=13662&start=10#p94435
Last edited by tanya_wam on Thu Apr 07, 2016 4:34 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Oh tosh! Tanya retorted, quicksand churning,
Round her knees, then thighs, then oh dear!
It got intimate with her hips and her panties,
And squished rather funnily up her rear!

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Re: The Ultimate Bondage (explicit NSFW)

Postby Quicksandal » Wed Apr 06, 2016 7:59 pm

Wow! That is one amazing horny story! Great detail! Reminds me of someone I used to know!

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Re: The Ultimate Bondage (explicit NSFW)

Postby H8ms2014 » Wed Apr 06, 2016 9:25 pm

tanya_wam wrote:Part 2

Snip

"Any idea," He finally said slowly, "how the fuck we get out of this?"


To be continued


so far you are 3/3. All stories i truly enjoyed. I can't wait for what is next. :twisted:

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Re: The Ultimate Bondage (explicit NSFW)

Postby 101927700 » Thu Apr 07, 2016 5:23 am

Interestingly, despite liking quicksand/sinking so much, I'm not really into the whole bondage/vore thing. I'm probably alone here in that regard, but yeah. Just like people aren't really big fans of when I have someone in one of my stories shit themselves (and I promise my upcoming story doesn't contain any of that), I'm not really into the whole vore/bondage thing. But, to each their own, and I don't hate a story just for having either of those in there.
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Re: The Ultimate Bondage (explicit NSFW)

Postby PM2K » Thu Apr 07, 2016 6:02 am

You got a real talent for this, tanya_wam. :D

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Re: The Ultimate Bondage (explicit NSFW)

Postby tanya_wam » Thu Apr 07, 2016 6:25 am

101927700 wrote:Interestingly, despite liking quicksand/sinking so much, I'm not really into the whole bondage/vore thing. I'm probably alone here in that regard, but yeah. Just like people aren't really big fans of when I have someone in one of my stories shit themselves (and I promise my upcoming story doesn't contain any of that), I'm not really into the whole vore/bondage thing. But, to each their own, and I don't hate a story just for having either of those in there.


Sorry, I guess I can't please everyone. :oops:
Oh tosh! Tanya retorted, quicksand churning,
Round her knees, then thighs, then oh dear!
It got intimate with her hips and her panties,
And squished rather funnily up her rear!

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Re: The Ultimate Bondage (explicit NSFW)

Postby Quicksand_Hex » Thu Apr 07, 2016 6:53 am

Nice to see someone writing stories around here again. I always mean to, but end up scrapping ideas before they get to a readable state. Keep up the awesome work!


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