Quicksand Fans

I had this thread a few months ago, but got about 2 responses.

What was your first time in mud/quicksand like?
Your first intimate experience with it?
How did you get started with the fetish?

I got started with the fetish when I was about 13. I watched some of the videos on Youtube with just the people walking around in it, probably sinking up to their knees. It seemed interesting to me, but I didn't know why. A while later, I felt like taking a walk and I found some mud that was about shin deep. It was more exciting than watching the videos. I think I got down on my knees in the mud but didn't really sink any deeper then that.

My first intimate experience was *fantastic.* I had become familiar with the spot mentioned previously and I had gone back time and time again. It was also about this time I'd discovered the quicksand community and that other people shared this fetish. I was inspired. The thing about this spot was that it was actually a whole bunch of dirt and only was muddy after big storms or long rains, so the day after a storm in the summer, I went to my spot with some shorts and a t-shirt. The time just felt right. I looked for the right patch of sweet brown gold. Unfortunately, this spot wasn't deep but it was wide, so I could lie down in it. I removed all of my clothes and just rolled around nude. It was probably the best experience ever. I keep going back there when I can. I always get sad when fall and winter come because that means it's cold outside and I can't go back to it even after a good storm.

Your turn.

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We lived on a country gravel road that nearly turned into a bog with each new rain. The road hit a sort of valley between our house and the next, and we'd been told there was a wet-weather spring there, but never thought twice about it until this one Sunday morning. We were up way earlier than our father (at a time when we were a single-parent family) and went down to this spring area without really thinking about it. Turns out we'd had enough rain lately that there was a ribbon of water down the middle of banks of red clay.

The red clay gave a bit when we walked on it, but nothing so much. Nobody was sinking in, it didn't seem like mud, just a bit of movement in the ground wherever anyone stepped. We saw that it was different, and started playing on the red clay. As we kept playing, it kept getting softer, until we did start sinking. It wasn't anything really at first, just enough for footprints, but like playdough, it kept getting softer the more we stepped on it. Soon we were sinking ankle-deep, and the surface was getting a bit wetter, especially near the ribbon of water. Then, we were sinking a bit more than ankle deep, with mud extruding up between our toes. It was FUN! We had a game of trying to run across the area without getting caught. At first, stepping quick worked for this, but as the clay continued to soften, the game was more who could get across further before getting stuck. We got to a point where this meant jumping as far as you could, because any step in sank to the knee, leading to a painful, immediate stop if you tried to run across, then Dad called us all back to get ready for church.

Dad's (and my) big problem was that he went by birth-order getting us through a bath. I was done first, and had a long, (for a 8 year old) wait with nothing to do while I waited to be dragged to church, which was going to be yet another long wait with nothing to do. I was clean and dressed in my Sunday best clothes when I got the idea to go back to the spring and play more with the mud. I used it to make a face on a nearby fencepost, and then made mudballs to throw at the face. My brother was clean next and came to join me. We were only getting our hands muddy, being very careful not to step into the spring again. Problem was my cousin showed back up (They lived next door and had been playing with us before) My brother threw a mudball in such a way that my cousin got splattered. My cousin returned fire and a war was on. My father actually let my little sister go back outside while he got ready. We kids had completely lost ourselves to the mudfight, and were covered head-to-toe by the time my father came back out to take us to church.

My first experience was a LOT of fun, but lead to a very memorable punishment.

For me when I was a kid I'd seen a quicksand scene in a tv show and at the time it wasn't so much as to who was in it but the overall experience of seeing someone in it and being curious as to what it'd be like to be in it myself. Later on I was bike riding in a wash near my house and walked into some not knowing it was there til I was in it. Only sank to like my knees but a moment there it was interesting.

What was your first time in mud/quicksand like?

It has been a few years since my first time in the mud, and I have once share my story on deepsinking. I however thought that I would once again revisit that first day in the mud and share that experience with all of you. It helps that I saved my original post in my e-mail.

It was late Thursday night when sirnetwork had told me that he was going to take me sinking this weekend. I as usual just brushed it off and figured he was all talk; that this trip, like the others wouldn't happen. When Friday morning came around I was somewhat excited wanting this trip to happen. I went about my morning getting ready for work, but my mind was on this trip almost as if it had consumed me inside. When I got to work all I could think about was please say we are going to go away this weekend, oh god please. I called home several times hoping that he would say that we would be leaving right after I got off work. And well, around lunch I got my answer...the trip was on. There were some minor delays which caused us to leave Saturday instead of Friday evening, but I didn't care. Saturday rolled around and I eagerly dragged myself out of bed, and finished getting ready to leave. Within an hour we were on the road, for what would be the best weekend of my life. Even while I was driving, all I could think about was about to happen, I was finally going to sink into quicksand / mud. The drive took forever and we didn't get any sinking done Saturday evening like we had hoped (didn't want my first time to be in the dark), so we got a cheap hotel room and waited till Sunday. When I laid down to sleep, all I could think about and dream about was the mud, and how it would feel devouring my body, inch by inch. I woke up bright and early Sunday morning, and quickly woke sirnetwork up as well. To me we were wasting daylight and I wanted to get out there into the mud. We finally got to our spot, and my heart raced. This was it, there was no turning back. The first time my foot sank into the mud I screamed, but sirnet helped me out and told me to remain calm. (I did however lose one of my favorite pair of sandals)

We messed around for some time, him taking pictures of me and what not. I wasn't scared or worried at all at what could happen. I think the only time I really freaked out is when sirnet started to push me under, because at that time I wasn't in control. It was a day I will never, ever forget. Even though I didn't go completely under like my partner (with a little help) it was still amazing to feel it around me.


Your first intimate experience with it?
My first intimate experience I can't say for sure. Most of my trips to mud are a very intimate experience for both me and my partner.

How did you get started with the fetish?

That is actually a rather funny story. I was friends with Sirnetwork before knowing anything about the fetish. I had caught him on deepsinking and started asking questions. He explained things to me and I had bet him that I could join deepsinking and he would never know it was me.

I actually went months without him knowing who I was, writing and posting stories. Certain people on the board knew that I knew him and was keeping my identity a secret from him. It was really funny to me that he had no idea who I was, I had even role played with him on ds (sinking island). It was because of him that I got started with the fetish. It was also because the the sinking fetish that I discovered other things I liked.

One thing led to another and I started doing videos. I found joy in being in the mud, it brought sirnetwork some happiness downstairs and that made me even happier.

So quicksand is something that I can share with sirnetwork. And well it is also a great tool for entrapment and bondage, a great way to dominate someone. Hell, who is going to back talk you and not listen when you are shoving their head under mud everytime they don't listen or fail to get your off while licking your pussy?

So what keeps me coming back to this fetish is watching my husband watch me in the mud getting all worked up gets me all worked up. Hell watching any guy watching me in the mud knowing how excited they are or what they are doing, along with the feeling of the mud gets me worked up. Well dammit I think it's time to get back out there.

Great question!

My first experiences came when I was probably 12 or so, after the snow melt (mud season), when I'd walk around in boots and snowpants in the mud. I liked it---ok, LOVED it, but didn't really know why.

My first real intimate experiences came when I once was taking a walk through a big woods near my house and came upon a completely dried up pond, with what looked like very deep, nearly black mud in the middle. I felt pretty aroused, took a stick and forced it in the creamy mud and saw that it seemed at least three feet deep. I suddenly felt very turned on, took off my shoes and socks, took off my shirt, took off my shorts, and was a teenager (15?) standing in my tighty whities next to this deep mud. So, I slowly waded in, then knelt down, rolled around, and got completely covered in it. It didn't take long until I felt really, REALLY intimate with the mud.

Since, then I always seek out great, private, deep mud areas, and love to get completely covered wearing very little clothes. Can't wait until it warms up again!

When I was 6 or 7 I knew a friend who had a very deep and muddy ditch in the front of his house. One day we went walking around in it and I thought it was really fun. I enjoyed it so much that afterwards I would frequently roll around in the much more shallow ditch beside my house. at first the feeling of the mud was just pleasurable in a tactile gratification sort of way. Soon after it became a deep seeded and arousing experience. around 12 I became frustrated with the lack of material available on the internet that involved mud/clay/sinking, as i was too young to go off on my own to find a place to sink, but too old to go around the neighborhood playing in mud. Finally around 13 I started to discover online sources with the contect I was desiring. This was in year 2002-2003. As the years went on, more and more contect became available to me and was becomming more to my liking. I dont remember when exactly i discovered mpv but i think it was when i was 14 or 15. finally when i turned 18 I became able to purchase my own videos and memberships online. Today I am 23 (birthday was on the 3rd of jan) and I have found that the last 2 years have been exellent years for the production of content for the veiwing of fellow sinkers such as myself. please keep up the good work MPV and all other sites with similar content!