Thought I'd try something new here... or rather, continue something I did on a semi-regular basis over on DS before the split.
I used to write blurbs to go with toon fakery when I felt it needed a little more explanation, just to get the context right. These were rather well received at the time, so I thought I'd give it another whirl. This won't be for all fakery, but whenever the spirit moves for certain ones... such as for this young lady.
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Maria slips past the fence surrounding the construction site. It is a warm Sunday afternoon, and she knows no one will be around.
Finding the spot of wet sand and clay, she quickly kicks off her sandals, and peels off her jeans and sweatshirt. Underneath, she is wearing only a set of sheer leotards, which clearly shows her generous figure in all its naked glory.
The high cut outfit bares the sides of her hips and leaves her long dancer's legs exposed. She trembles with nervous excitement.
"Closed? The site is closed?"
Her brother nods.
"Yep... idiots never did a geotechnical survey.... The whole site is unstable... high water table. It's all quicksand out there... some spots are bottomless... Hell, we even lost a dozer..."
Seeing her dark eyes widen, he pats her on the shoulder, assuredly.
"We're still getting paid, don't worry..." he smiles, not realizing she was no longer listening.
Quicksand...
The word haunted her in her dreams. Maria never mentioned to anyone her fantasies of being swallowed alive by liquid earth, secretly exploring the idea on the internet. How the very thought excited her... aroused her...
Maria slowly pokes at the patch with her right big toe. She lets out a gasp when she sees how the ground jiggles and wobbles. Bolder, she places her foot on top of it and pushes vigorously downwards. She sinks past her ankle, amazed by how the sandy mass quavers like some living thing, the ripples radiating outwards. The sand tugs hard on her foot as she extracts it, making a wet sucking sound which reminds her of the sound her fingers make when she was masturbating...
Blushing hard, her face burning, Maria steps back. What the hell am I doing? Suppose someone comes by? How would I explain this?
Then, her groin flares, and she shivers as she feels the wet heat begin to make her slippery inside. Her right hand drifts over her crotch, pushing against the leotard's thin fabric, feeling the tidy mass of pubic hair crinkle under her palm, her clitoris twitch in response to the pressure. She can feel her growing dampness seep through the tight mesh of her outfit...
Maria leaps before common sense takes over, and instantly plunges hip deep into the quicksand. She is amazed by how easily her long legs glide under, and gasps sharply as the thick mass impacts softly against her groin. Her bare groin... In jumping in, somehow the fabric had shifted, exposing her crotch to the sloppy wet sand.
"Oh.... gawwwwd!"
The cry bursts out of her lips, unbidden. The sensation of the slurry of sand and clay rubbing against her, sucking on her trapped limbs and cradling her shapely ass is indescribable... Maria plunges her hands deep into the muck to give herself leverage, and proceeds to hump the quicksand as if it is a lover. Arching her back, she thrusts her pelvis downwards, twisting and wriggling, stirring the wet earth into a heavy, gritty slime.
Sweat pours down her body in sheets, soaking the leotard, plastering it tight against her form. She moans and sighs, grunts and bites her lower lip to keep from screaming as the sandy clay oozes its way inside her, forced in by her motions. This is good... this is so.... good... Her groin boils and melts... inside, she feels herself being slowly filled with a hot, soggy mass like warm wax... She barely notices as the softening sands draw her down past her waist...
Maria cannot contain it much longer... she is deliriously riding the edge of climax. Eyes closed, she imagines herself a helpless explorer, being devoured slowly by a deadly jungle bog... Her leotard, trapped beneath the quicksand, pulls tight across her bare breasts, pinching her rock hard nipples as the fabric squishes her boobs against it. The strain is too much, and the mesh rips, releasing its weighty cargo to slap wetly on the surface of the heaving mire. She screams then, just as the quicksand presses against the undersides of her breasts, arching herself painfully, straining against the sand/clay as her orgasm gushes wetly into the greedy quicksand pit. Her innards twist painfully, intensely, as the full impact of her climax strikes... then fades slowly into a series of pleasurable shudders.
Spent, Maria goes limp... When she comes to her senses, she realizes she has sunk to her shoulders, her breasts reduced to a bit of cleavage barely visible on the quicksand's surface. Deep beneath, her feet feel nothing solid. Pulling on her arms, which had sunk to their upper parts, she is startled to find them stuck firmly in the jiggling mass. Struggling, she finds trying to free them only pulls her down deeper into the quicksand.
Maria bites her lower lip as she thinks about her options. If she doesn't move, she won't sink any further... but will remain here, trapped. If she does try to escape, she will bury herself...
Damn... to be found will be horrible... how will I ever explain this? To not be found could mean a slow death by exposure... the site is closed for the foreseeable future, after all... Maybe it would be better to just get this over with, she thinks.... but dismisses the thought.
Maria is still pondering her choices when her brother finds her. She manages a feeble cry of relief as he hauls her out, dripping with slimy clay and sand.
"You really should be careful with your net searches..." he says, answering her unspoken question. "And maybe bring a rope..."