A bit of a follow-up from last weekend that didn't turn out in time. When I got done with the St. Patrick's Day sets I thought, "why didn't I try throwing in a little nudity?" But by the time I'd gathered the necessary pics, I was about to face plant on keyboard tired, so I had to finish it later.
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The bog had been calling to Cara like a siren, ever since about a week ago, when she accidentally got stuck in one, and had to be rescued by the tour guide and fellow tourists during an excursion. But by the last day of her Irish holiday, she could no longer resist it. Even as she walked upon the grass and moss between the bogs in nothing but a robe, she couldn’t explain why she was so drawn here. She passed by many a bog, before coming to the one that was seemingly calling the loudest to her. Gently bubbling and churning with an insidious innocence, she knew it was many times deeper than she was in stature. Nevertheless, with nary a thought, she dropped her robe, and stepped into it.
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A moment of clarity broke through Cara’s trance when she began to realize what she had done. She tugged on her legs, but the thick morass of peat now encasing them pulled back with equal, or greater force. She knew now as before, there was little hope of getting herself out, and any effort to do so, would only suck her deeper into the bog. She looked around, somewhat embarrassed thinking how she might look, naked; trapped in a bog. At least, no one would see her in this dense fog, she thought. But the fog was as much a curse as a blessing, as she also realized how remote the chances were that someone would find and help her.
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A sense of panic started to come over her; while again wondering what on earth would possess her to walk into this treacherous bog. But then, feeling the firmness of the mire pressing between her legs, she was struck with a swelling surge of pleasure. Thoughts of reason and panic quickly fading, she wantonly pushed herself into the mire. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling; how sensuous the velvety, viscous morass felt as it embraced her lower body. Soon all she could think, was how she wanted it to hug and caress her ever more tightly.
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But as the mire tightened around her chest, another moment of reason came over Cara. Horrified to see how deep she was, she knew she had to try to get herself out—before it was too late. She leaned back and pushed as hard as she could, but with her legs now hopelessly entangled in the thick peat and vegetation below, she could barely pull herself up but an inch. Still, she kept struggling to escape. She knew it was all but futile, but it was all she could do. But before long, she was suddenly struck with another strong surge of arousal; distracting her in her efforts to escape, the bog was only too happy to suck her even deeper. She kept going in and out of lucidness, each time, more terrified than the last to see how much deeper she’d sank. She would again resume her struggle to get up for a fleeting moment, only to again be overcome by pleasure, allowing the bog to pull her back down, and deeper into it.
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She knew this vicious cycle could only last so long; she knew it was only a matter of time before the bog sucked her under, and she was all but helpless to stop it. It was as if the bog had a spell on Cara—a spell her terror would occasionally break through, but only for so long. And when she was in the throes of the carnal spell, she couldn’t help but want to feel the bog all over her. She didn’t want to die, but at least, it wasn’t such an unpleasant way to go. And so, she continued to writhe up and down in the clutches of the bog—at times still in frenzied, however vain struggle to escape, but mostly to better feel the bog gripping, squeezing and fondling her trembling body, until she fully succumbed to lustful bliss. From then on, her fate, was at the whim of this enchanted bog.