Re: Not wanting to waste space, so here's my Deviantart link
Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2021 4:06 am
Jennifer's mom Barb decided to go for a stroll to get away from the din of the reception. Walking along in the woods, she realized she was suddenly lost. She could at least hear the reception so she negan to slowly make her way towrds the noise. "This is NOT what I should be wearing trying to hike in the woods. I cannot believe I let Jenn convince me to have the slit in this dress sewn shut. Gads it is impossible to make any progress."
Just then she arrived at a clear area with a small, slow running, meandering stream through it. Along each side were wide, flat sandy banks. "Perfect, I will just follow the stream for a bit, it must be the one that goes under the bridge by the hall." Barb began quickkly wiggling along, even though the ground was a bit spongy.
With a slurp her feet suddenly sank below the surface. "You must be joking! Come one!" Barb tried to pull a foot up but couldn't. "Damn dress is way too tight to let me goot a foot out. My shoes are ruined for sure. But Barb kept sinking. Thinking it couldn't be very deep, she didn't worry. When her sizable hips began to be swallowed, a tinge of panic set in. Barb thrashed to and fro, only getting her much deeper much more quickly. "HELP! Somebody help me! I'm sinking in quicksand!!!" But no one heard her. Barb was hoping her bountiful big breasts would be the life preservers she needed, but she kept slowly sinking. Not slowly enough for Barb's tastes, though.
Barb's chin was now resting on, and beginning to pass through the surface of the quicksand. "OH GOD NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! HELP ME PLEASE< ANYONE!!!!" With that last outburst her mouth slipped under. "MMMppphhhtttppphhhhtttt!!!!" was all Barb could muster. Her terrified eyes big as dinner plates, Barb's face, then forehead slipped under. For a few seconds just the top of her head and hair were visible. Then Barb completely slipped under, the quicksand surface rippling and rolling as she made a last effort to resurface, but to no avail. A short bit later a flurry of bubbles erupted at the surface, Barb's last breath exhaling.
A few days later a hunter went to check his trail cam. When he played back the card, he couldn't believe his eyes. "Damn! That's the missing woman from the wedding! Oh. Ohhhhh. Wow, she is hot. Oh my. Ohhhhhhhh noooooooo. Shit, she just keeps sinking. Jeez is she terrified." He kept watching, out of horror, fascination, and much to his surprise, arousal. "Damn, what a way to go. I wonder if my other camera got and rear shots, that figure has to mean she has an amazing ass. Better make a copy and give it to the police...."
Just then she arrived at a clear area with a small, slow running, meandering stream through it. Along each side were wide, flat sandy banks. "Perfect, I will just follow the stream for a bit, it must be the one that goes under the bridge by the hall." Barb began quickkly wiggling along, even though the ground was a bit spongy.
With a slurp her feet suddenly sank below the surface. "You must be joking! Come one!" Barb tried to pull a foot up but couldn't. "Damn dress is way too tight to let me goot a foot out. My shoes are ruined for sure. But Barb kept sinking. Thinking it couldn't be very deep, she didn't worry. When her sizable hips began to be swallowed, a tinge of panic set in. Barb thrashed to and fro, only getting her much deeper much more quickly. "HELP! Somebody help me! I'm sinking in quicksand!!!" But no one heard her. Barb was hoping her bountiful big breasts would be the life preservers she needed, but she kept slowly sinking. Not slowly enough for Barb's tastes, though.
Barb's chin was now resting on, and beginning to pass through the surface of the quicksand. "OH GOD NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! HELP ME PLEASE< ANYONE!!!!" With that last outburst her mouth slipped under. "MMMppphhhtttppphhhhtttt!!!!" was all Barb could muster. Her terrified eyes big as dinner plates, Barb's face, then forehead slipped under. For a few seconds just the top of her head and hair were visible. Then Barb completely slipped under, the quicksand surface rippling and rolling as she made a last effort to resurface, but to no avail. A short bit later a flurry of bubbles erupted at the surface, Barb's last breath exhaling.
A few days later a hunter went to check his trail cam. When he played back the card, he couldn't believe his eyes. "Damn! That's the missing woman from the wedding! Oh. Ohhhhh. Wow, she is hot. Oh my. Ohhhhhhhh noooooooo. Shit, she just keeps sinking. Jeez is she terrified." He kept watching, out of horror, fascination, and much to his surprise, arousal. "Damn, what a way to go. I wonder if my other camera got and rear shots, that figure has to mean she has an amazing ass. Better make a copy and give it to the police...."