Is this considered "quicksand"? --a first sinking experience
Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 6:40 am
Accidently posted twice--first post was the rough draft, please disregard it and read from this post instead.
Two years ago, I was up at our cottage in the summertime. Mid afternoon, it was hot and I decided to take a swim. I grabbed one of our large swim rings to lounge on in the lake. Now this lake was actually a less reedy/weedy portion of the local marsh/swamp. Finished working on my tan, I decided to explore further into a smaller waterway that fed the marsh. I swam the tube into a secluded area surrounded by tall grass. The further I swam, the murkier and slimier the water became----like I'd entered a settling pond. It was in consistency and composition identical to the light, decaying vegetable matter on lake and creek bottoms that your feet sink into past the ankles. Another way to picture it would be like being in a glass of water mixed with the common laxative psylium fibre, a.k.a: Metamucil. It gently enrobed my every form, unlike quicksand's typical vice-grip--this stuff seemed featherlight--- a suspended silt maybe? Exploring just a little further found me in a small algea covered pond. Letting go of the swim ring to try and touch bottom, I realised It was too deep. There was also something wrong with the water. Any time I let go of the swim ring to use my natural bouyancy to float---I wouldn't!!! My torso would begin to slip quickly beneath the surface. I could feel the vegetable matter slipping up my body. The pond material was deceptively deadly as its silkiness had a very arousing sensation as it tickled and gently sucked at my feet, calves, buttocks, and any erogenous zone. One could almost be willing to let go and slide blissfully into its rather hypnotic careess.
The swim ring bobbed on the pond water's surface.
I grasped the tube to establish a better grip, but the motion proppelled it just out of reach. I began to sink immediately with hardly any natural buyoncy available. I was strangely aroused and fought to keep from being lulled. Eye level with surface algea, a determined lunge had my fingertips graze the swim ring's attached grab rope. I dont know if you'd call it quicksand or just brackish water but it was a very strange experience involving both fear and intense arousal.
I returned here later that summer, this time armed with a friend, some rope, and a rubber dinghy. We took turns holding onto the swimring and slipping into the silky material. We'd found a new erotic pleasure....and god! was it amazing!!
So I ask you, the quicksand community, what the hell was I in? I'm prety sure it wasn't "quicksand" in the traditional sense--there was no sand and it wasn't a mud bog. Just water and a deep layer of decayed vegetation maybe ?
What would you call what I was In? Do you have any input?
Two years ago, I was up at our cottage in the summertime. Mid afternoon, it was hot and I decided to take a swim. I grabbed one of our large swim rings to lounge on in the lake. Now this lake was actually a less reedy/weedy portion of the local marsh/swamp. Finished working on my tan, I decided to explore further into a smaller waterway that fed the marsh. I swam the tube into a secluded area surrounded by tall grass. The further I swam, the murkier and slimier the water became----like I'd entered a settling pond. It was in consistency and composition identical to the light, decaying vegetable matter on lake and creek bottoms that your feet sink into past the ankles. Another way to picture it would be like being in a glass of water mixed with the common laxative psylium fibre, a.k.a: Metamucil. It gently enrobed my every form, unlike quicksand's typical vice-grip--this stuff seemed featherlight--- a suspended silt maybe? Exploring just a little further found me in a small algea covered pond. Letting go of the swim ring to try and touch bottom, I realised It was too deep. There was also something wrong with the water. Any time I let go of the swim ring to use my natural bouyancy to float---I wouldn't!!! My torso would begin to slip quickly beneath the surface. I could feel the vegetable matter slipping up my body. The pond material was deceptively deadly as its silkiness had a very arousing sensation as it tickled and gently sucked at my feet, calves, buttocks, and any erogenous zone. One could almost be willing to let go and slide blissfully into its rather hypnotic careess.
The swim ring bobbed on the pond water's surface.
I grasped the tube to establish a better grip, but the motion proppelled it just out of reach. I began to sink immediately with hardly any natural buyoncy available. I was strangely aroused and fought to keep from being lulled. Eye level with surface algea, a determined lunge had my fingertips graze the swim ring's attached grab rope. I dont know if you'd call it quicksand or just brackish water but it was a very strange experience involving both fear and intense arousal.
I returned here later that summer, this time armed with a friend, some rope, and a rubber dinghy. We took turns holding onto the swimring and slipping into the silky material. We'd found a new erotic pleasure....and god! was it amazing!!
So I ask you, the quicksand community, what the hell was I in? I'm prety sure it wasn't "quicksand" in the traditional sense--there was no sand and it wasn't a mud bog. Just water and a deep layer of decayed vegetation maybe ?
What would you call what I was In? Do you have any input?