An Early Memory of my First Sink

[jsmithaccnt9]

My childhood friend, a girl of 21 and I went with our families one Saturday for a walk down on the beach. All along the shore were very tall sandy cliffs. She and I raced around and slid down their lower portions until we discovered something cool. At a sandy cliff base was a large pool of wet, sticky, watery clay on the beach sand. A giant mud puddle was to much to resist and we jumped in, sinking at first to our knees. Her mom strolled by and asked if we'd sank to our chest yet. All our twisting and pumping had ripped our little shorts off. I struggled to tell her to stop, worried at the strange but wonderful sensation washing over me, but she kept going and we were soon carried over the edge. We were now at our arm pits in the clay and the surface was rolling nicely. I reached out and grabbed her slippery frame,I was struggling through the sheer delight, and managed to wrap my arms around her shoulders from behind. We were getting much deeper and I was nervous, but this seemed to push her excitement further. I Iunged forward and clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her wimpers. Our families were turning back and we'd needed to appear innocently stuck. It took an hour to dig us, and the loss of clothes--completly--was conveniently explained by the mud suction. Not a one was aware of what we'd really been up to!!

[PM2K]

Cool story! I may have to "borrow" the plottline in the future...

[jsmithaccnt9]

By all means please do...Got plenty more where that came from!

[Jon Smith]

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