made it out again!
Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 9:56 pm
So, I made it out again this weekend, back to the spot I was at a couple of weeks ago. The smell of the exposed muck filled the air as I paddled up the creek as the tide was dropping. The water level was dropping fast, and at one point, I was paddling in a funky combo of part water and part muck to get to my destination. It was slow going and very strenuous work, but I managed to get through the area that seemed to be almost completely drained of water.
When I got to where I wanted to be, I found vast expanses of quicksand, just a few feet away from my kayak as I continued to paddle up the creek.
I hit an area where I couldn't go anywhere, the water was gone. The mire shook like a bowl of oatmeal. ...I knew this was the place to step out of the kayak. I took off my life preserver, shirt, and bathing suit.... As soon as I stepped out and put weight on my feet, I sank to my waist. The mire farted and bubbles popped all around me. The thick smell of tidal muck rose to my nose and supercharged my libido! !
I struggled for a while and felt the thick muck take me in deeper. The weight of the muck compressed my chest and made breathing an effort, which turned me on more!
Within a few minutes, I was sunk down to my neck! The descent down was full of wonderful popping sounds, murky bubbles popping at the surface, and a smell of sulfur that I somehow found to be sexually stimulating. The top layer was very grainy, full of decaying vegatation and reeds, whereas the lower layer was thick and creamy, like liquified silk. ...
I sent a text to my wife from this position, just a head above the surface of the quicksand. I asked her why is it called quicksand, when it is almost impossible to even move... her reply back sent me over the top:
She sent a picture of her bare feet at the pool side where she was soaking up the sun...and a comment that was too much to handle:
"It's called quicksand because once you're in it, you're going to cum quick!"
Needless to say, I did just that!
I then played in the quicksand, pretending to struggle to get out. I didn't want to leave, the hole I was in was just perfect. It was nearly 2 hours since I stepped out of the kayak, time to clean up and get back to reality. Extrication was truly an intense effort, partially due to the depth and stickiness of the mire that gripped me, and partially due to a massive release a few minutes prior to starting the process of breaking free of the mire's tenuous grip
Hoping to get back out again in the next 2 weeks I will keep you posted!
When I got to where I wanted to be, I found vast expanses of quicksand, just a few feet away from my kayak as I continued to paddle up the creek.
I hit an area where I couldn't go anywhere, the water was gone. The mire shook like a bowl of oatmeal. ...I knew this was the place to step out of the kayak. I took off my life preserver, shirt, and bathing suit.... As soon as I stepped out and put weight on my feet, I sank to my waist. The mire farted and bubbles popped all around me. The thick smell of tidal muck rose to my nose and supercharged my libido! !
I struggled for a while and felt the thick muck take me in deeper. The weight of the muck compressed my chest and made breathing an effort, which turned me on more!
Within a few minutes, I was sunk down to my neck! The descent down was full of wonderful popping sounds, murky bubbles popping at the surface, and a smell of sulfur that I somehow found to be sexually stimulating. The top layer was very grainy, full of decaying vegatation and reeds, whereas the lower layer was thick and creamy, like liquified silk. ...
I sent a text to my wife from this position, just a head above the surface of the quicksand. I asked her why is it called quicksand, when it is almost impossible to even move... her reply back sent me over the top:
She sent a picture of her bare feet at the pool side where she was soaking up the sun...and a comment that was too much to handle:
"It's called quicksand because once you're in it, you're going to cum quick!"
Needless to say, I did just that!
I then played in the quicksand, pretending to struggle to get out. I didn't want to leave, the hole I was in was just perfect. It was nearly 2 hours since I stepped out of the kayak, time to clean up and get back to reality. Extrication was truly an intense effort, partially due to the depth and stickiness of the mire that gripped me, and partially due to a massive release a few minutes prior to starting the process of breaking free of the mire's tenuous grip
Hoping to get back out again in the next 2 weeks I will keep you posted!
