Today was my first real sinking experience!!
Posted: Sun May 10, 2020 8:06 pm
Right long story short to get to today ~ I’ve never been able to explore my fetish for sinking - ex wasn’t into it. So after our 10 year marriage ended I started to explore some of my kinks.
In the past few weeks I’ve been walking lots on the beach and came across some wet marl at the base of the cliffs ~ I live on the east coast of England and these suffolk coastlines are constantly being eroded.
The wet marl was interesting, no more than ankle deep BUT wobbled just like the mud does is so many scenes I’ve watched.
So last night I started browsing google earth in my local area and I found a quarry. Oh my. And it was on my drive home route after dropping my son back to his mums. Eeek.
So on my way back tonight I found it and parked up.
Nipped under the barrier, down the slope and on my right were the signs “danger quicksand keep out” ~ never has a sign been more welcoming to me!!
I walked to the nearest silt pit and it was pretty full of water, the next one was too, the third was dried up but I went to look around.
There were cracks all over the surface and I could see a shift in tone on the mud at the far end. I walked over to it and it was soft, a little springy but a good match around it did little to change what was underfoot. Undeterred I climbed out of that pit and fired up google earth.. there was a 4th pit in the far corner.
Under more barbed wire and I was alongside a pit 1/4 water - the rest sand. There was a cut away on the far side so I scrambled around the edge of the pit to the far side and sat on the cut away and placed my foot on the sand.
Solid.
I shuffled around, watching the surface but it didn’t respond so I walked slowly around the bump and to a small incline in the corner. As soon as my foot rested on it the soft grainy sand gave way and my foot was instantly an inch lower than before. Cautiously I placed my other foot along side and the surface wobbled ever so slightly. I shifted from one foot to the next and quickly the sand turned into runny clay and I was slipping deeper into it.
Just like in the stories I read I went to pull up my left foot and felt my right foot going deeper ~ switch legs and now my left is being consumed by the hungry clay. In front of me was a good 3’ of clay begging me to step into and feel it’s embrace but right now this was to be enjoyed.
Finally I found something firm beneath my feet and my sinking stopped. Taking a moment to straighten my thoughts I could now see both of my legs, surrounded by quivering brown clay and just more clay ahead.
I wanted to take a step further.
A step deeper.
A step way more dangerous but I couldn’t. I was there alone and this being my first time made it extremely nerve wracking for me as I didn’t know if I would be able to get out. Right now I had a surface behind me. Out there would be just more clay.
So I worked my feet out, shoes and jeans now ruined, and walked around the shore line of this sand mass. Some little wobbles here and there but I kept going.
At the other end we’re two pipes that fed the pit with water, below them the sand was smooth and dark. I pressed my foot against it. What I saw was captivating. The ground was solid enough for me to stand full weight on but the whole area bounded and wobbled.
I gave a small and a crack appeared at the far edge and the wobbling increased. I stepped back, again half scared half aware I have no rescue plan - cleaning up the mess I had already made was going to be tough... “another day” I thought to myself, “I’ll try you another day“.
So I scrambled up the side, legs caked in clay, shoes now orange where once they were black and I left.
I will return again soon.. maybe who knows, somebody in suffolk may just want to come play too!!
I’ve attached a google images shot of the pit, I can’t believe it’s so close to me!
Thanks for reading and if anybody has any advice or wants to chat about it I’d be happy to natter!!
In the past few weeks I’ve been walking lots on the beach and came across some wet marl at the base of the cliffs ~ I live on the east coast of England and these suffolk coastlines are constantly being eroded.
The wet marl was interesting, no more than ankle deep BUT wobbled just like the mud does is so many scenes I’ve watched.
So last night I started browsing google earth in my local area and I found a quarry. Oh my. And it was on my drive home route after dropping my son back to his mums. Eeek.
So on my way back tonight I found it and parked up.
Nipped under the barrier, down the slope and on my right were the signs “danger quicksand keep out” ~ never has a sign been more welcoming to me!!
I walked to the nearest silt pit and it was pretty full of water, the next one was too, the third was dried up but I went to look around.
There were cracks all over the surface and I could see a shift in tone on the mud at the far end. I walked over to it and it was soft, a little springy but a good match around it did little to change what was underfoot. Undeterred I climbed out of that pit and fired up google earth.. there was a 4th pit in the far corner.
Under more barbed wire and I was alongside a pit 1/4 water - the rest sand. There was a cut away on the far side so I scrambled around the edge of the pit to the far side and sat on the cut away and placed my foot on the sand.
Solid.
I shuffled around, watching the surface but it didn’t respond so I walked slowly around the bump and to a small incline in the corner. As soon as my foot rested on it the soft grainy sand gave way and my foot was instantly an inch lower than before. Cautiously I placed my other foot along side and the surface wobbled ever so slightly. I shifted from one foot to the next and quickly the sand turned into runny clay and I was slipping deeper into it.
Just like in the stories I read I went to pull up my left foot and felt my right foot going deeper ~ switch legs and now my left is being consumed by the hungry clay. In front of me was a good 3’ of clay begging me to step into and feel it’s embrace but right now this was to be enjoyed.
Finally I found something firm beneath my feet and my sinking stopped. Taking a moment to straighten my thoughts I could now see both of my legs, surrounded by quivering brown clay and just more clay ahead.
I wanted to take a step further.
A step deeper.
A step way more dangerous but I couldn’t. I was there alone and this being my first time made it extremely nerve wracking for me as I didn’t know if I would be able to get out. Right now I had a surface behind me. Out there would be just more clay.
So I worked my feet out, shoes and jeans now ruined, and walked around the shore line of this sand mass. Some little wobbles here and there but I kept going.
At the other end we’re two pipes that fed the pit with water, below them the sand was smooth and dark. I pressed my foot against it. What I saw was captivating. The ground was solid enough for me to stand full weight on but the whole area bounded and wobbled.
I gave a small and a crack appeared at the far edge and the wobbling increased. I stepped back, again half scared half aware I have no rescue plan - cleaning up the mess I had already made was going to be tough... “another day” I thought to myself, “I’ll try you another day“.
So I scrambled up the side, legs caked in clay, shoes now orange where once they were black and I left.
I will return again soon.. maybe who knows, somebody in suffolk may just want to come play too!!
I’ve attached a google images shot of the pit, I can’t believe it’s so close to me!
Thanks for reading and if anybody has any advice or wants to chat about it I’d be happy to natter!!