It was more what led me to this fetish. Most of you have memories from movies, etc. but not me. What led me to this fetish (and I can't really consider it a fetish because it's something I love and see as a natural part of my kinky life) was not a what, but a who. For those of you who know me, you know that I and sirnetwork are married
he is one lucky dude I must say. Although I am pretty sure if digger had his way my husband would find himself in the weighted down in the bottom of a bog somewhere. We were friends at the time and he used to visit this old website when I was over at his house. I was more less working for him at the time. He would try and hide it from me, I guess he didn't want to seem weird. Either way one day I kinda asked him what it was all about. He told me it was deepsinking.org and that it was a fetish of his that I probably wouldn't understand. Kind of like how he told me that if we were to date that it would only last 3 months or so because I wasn't the kind of woman he was looking for(this was back in the early 2000s). Well, I told him that I could join the forum and he would never guess it was me. And so the name Atorr_idaffair was born. For a while I lurked around. I was kinda like the stalker watching the hot neighbor getting undressed. I was reading stories(JT's really were exciting to me), watching videos, looking at pictures, and then made my way to sinking island. I would say that most of the original members of QS fans remembers good 'ol sinking island. Either way I took it all in and soon became an active member of the community. I could be seen on the island doing role plays, and my stories could be found. There were a few members who I told that I new sirnetwork and was trying to prove him wrong. It went on for months before I finally came out of the closet and admitted the truth of who I was.
It was sirnetwork that took me on my first sinking trip. It was suppose to be in Chester, IL, but it had rained far too much. So my first trip was to a slurry pit in NC. I still remember being excited and nervous at the same time. Somewhere there is a story of my first time in the mud, so I am not going to share that again. My interest peaked more and more, especially when I saw the excitement in SIrnetwork's eyes as well as his pants. I loved the way the mud clings to my body, like a full body glove. I love the fact that it can hold you in place, but can also relax it's grip. From that first trip I grew as a person, even doing some filming with PRP and Fred. I loved it. I got to be on camera playing in the mud that I had grown to love.
I have now learned to use it to my advantage as a tool of bondage, control and breath play. While I do enjoy feeling the mud around me, I more so love having a strong man beneath me in the mud. I use it as a tool to keep him in check while I grind my pussy on his face, only promising him escape from the mud that is nearing his mouth if he swallows my pussy cum that is flooding his mouth.