Peril With Patriotism
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Peril With Patriotism
Happy 4th, Bretheren!
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- MadMax359
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Re: Peril With Patriotism
from the looks of her situation, "safe' is overrated
Happy Independence Day!
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Happy Independence Day!
The strong do what they want, the weak do what they must
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Re: Peril With Patriotism
Happy 4th of July!
Beautifully done piece! She looks very athletic, sexy, and sweetly fragrant in a floral way. Love the depth you have her stuck in the mud, and given the thick, heavy look of the mire, you can almost feel the grip of the suction forming tightly along the impressive girth of her thighs.
Love you choice of model and her pose... love the growing look of concern in her face as she clenches her fists and twists at the hips and torso, straining to wrench her stuck legs free of the mud's tenacity and suction. Great background as well as it lends itself to a storyline...
...She rented a cottage near a popular beach for the holiday weekend. The cottage would save her the cost of staying at the resort as well as provide her solitude from the hustle and bustle of the holiday crowds. The beach lay just half a mile south of her location and instead of driving to the beach where she'd have to fight and pay for parking, she decided instead to take a shortcut through the nearby marsh to the beach. It mattered not if she got a little muddy as she would easily clean up wading through the beach surf.
She left the cottage and pushed through the thick, dense growth of cattails and reeds. She worked up a heavier sweat than anticipated as she fought her way through this marshy jungle. Finally emerging through the vegetation, the filthy, sweaty fitness model stumbled across the shallow water of the tidal creek and onto the muddy shoreline left bare by the retreating tide. With her eyes locked onto the distant sands of the beach, she made her way across the barren expanse of... well, it wasn't really mud... it was more like some kind of thick, gluey, clay-like ooze.
She cursed under her breath as she trudged across the mud, the mire sticking to the soles of her white sneakers. Walking immediately became an effort as sticky clay clung heavily to her sneakers. It was getting harder and harder to lift her feet, her legs pulling to make headway as her sneakered feet sank a little deeper into the mire with each step. She barely covered five yards before...
"...UUGHHH!!!" she grunted as she came to an abrupt halt, leaning on her left foot as she tried freeing her stuck, trailing left foot.
She tried again to walk, but couldn't. Looking down, she saw how her sneakered feet were buried a few inches down into depressions the made in the mud. Cursing again, she pulled up on her right foot again only to find it tightly stuck. Meanwhile, her effort to free her right foot pressed her left foot deeper into the mud, the bottom of her left calf now driven deep into the depression and causing the mud to seal tightly around her lower leg. She then pulled up on her left leg and finding the bottom of her calf tightly stuck in the suction of the mud, and driving her right foot deep into the mud and shoving the thickness of her other calf into the morass.
With both calves stuck fast and tight in the mud, the frustrated amazon tugged on one leg then the other. Her powerful thigh muscles flexed and strained, her hips and torso twisting as she clenched her fists and jerked randomly at her legs. But, she remained stuck, rooted to the spot as she sank to the middle of her flaring calves. Reaching down, she slapped her hands around her sweaty right leg and tried to pull it free. She tugged and pulled at it in earnest, but it was futile... she was STUCK!!!
A strong, sweaty, flowery reek lingered heavily about her as she struggled and strained in frustration and impatience, eager to get to the beach and annoyed that she was being kept from her destination by this STUPID mud! But, the more she struggled, the deeper her legs were sinking into the tidal ooze, firmly trapped. She writhed about, yanking and jerking as her legs seemed more tightly bonded into the ground by the moment.
Soon the warm, glue-like mud rolled over her knees as the clay-like tidal silt yielded to her weight and struggles. Ever so slowly, the mud crept up the sexy thickness of her fragrant thighs and taking a sucking grasp around their wide girth. The stinky, sweaty blonde struggled, grunted and groaned, trying to pull her legs free of their muddy bondage. She gasped for air, cursed in frustration, her hips squirming, the powerful muscles of her legs STRAINING, yet she remained STUCK in the mud!!!
Now mired and stuck upper thigh-deep in the mud, she clenched her fists and twisted at the hips as she tried to force her legs upwards...
"...UUMPPPHHH!!! ...UUNNNGGGHHHH!!! ...NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" she grunted and snarled in anger and annoyance, lifting and pulling up on her stuck legs.
...but the mud held her fast! It stuck to the bare skin of her legs like glue. The suction formed tightly around her thighs. She was STUCK!!! And, even more concerning, she was SINKING!!! Her violent struggling had soften the mud below her and legs were inching their way deeper into the vile, marshy trap.
A look of concern now appeared dominate on her face as she looked down upon her sinking legs. This was far more serious than she thought. She was STUCK!!! She couldn't get away. And, she was slowly SINKING deeper and deeper into the mud. Help... she needed HELP!!! She looked around the remote setting of the cottage...
"Help... HELP...!!! I'm STUCK...!!!" she yelled as her muddy entrapment took her in, her legs sinking deeper.
"I'm stuck in this mud... I'm SINKING...!!!"
But, there was no one anywhere nearby... no one heard her cry for help... no one was coming to her rescue... She resumed her struggle, desperate to free her legs as her twisting crotch now gouged into the mud. Inch by inch the tidal mud claimed more and more of the fitness girl as she struggled and screamed for help. Hours later in the fading light of the marsh there was silence as the last strands of her trailing hair followed her deep into the mire.
Thanks for sharing!
Beautifully done piece! She looks very athletic, sexy, and sweetly fragrant in a floral way. Love the depth you have her stuck in the mud, and given the thick, heavy look of the mire, you can almost feel the grip of the suction forming tightly along the impressive girth of her thighs.
Love you choice of model and her pose... love the growing look of concern in her face as she clenches her fists and twists at the hips and torso, straining to wrench her stuck legs free of the mud's tenacity and suction. Great background as well as it lends itself to a storyline...
...She rented a cottage near a popular beach for the holiday weekend. The cottage would save her the cost of staying at the resort as well as provide her solitude from the hustle and bustle of the holiday crowds. The beach lay just half a mile south of her location and instead of driving to the beach where she'd have to fight and pay for parking, she decided instead to take a shortcut through the nearby marsh to the beach. It mattered not if she got a little muddy as she would easily clean up wading through the beach surf.
She left the cottage and pushed through the thick, dense growth of cattails and reeds. She worked up a heavier sweat than anticipated as she fought her way through this marshy jungle. Finally emerging through the vegetation, the filthy, sweaty fitness model stumbled across the shallow water of the tidal creek and onto the muddy shoreline left bare by the retreating tide. With her eyes locked onto the distant sands of the beach, she made her way across the barren expanse of... well, it wasn't really mud... it was more like some kind of thick, gluey, clay-like ooze.
She cursed under her breath as she trudged across the mud, the mire sticking to the soles of her white sneakers. Walking immediately became an effort as sticky clay clung heavily to her sneakers. It was getting harder and harder to lift her feet, her legs pulling to make headway as her sneakered feet sank a little deeper into the mire with each step. She barely covered five yards before...
"...UUGHHH!!!" she grunted as she came to an abrupt halt, leaning on her left foot as she tried freeing her stuck, trailing left foot.
She tried again to walk, but couldn't. Looking down, she saw how her sneakered feet were buried a few inches down into depressions the made in the mud. Cursing again, she pulled up on her right foot again only to find it tightly stuck. Meanwhile, her effort to free her right foot pressed her left foot deeper into the mud, the bottom of her left calf now driven deep into the depression and causing the mud to seal tightly around her lower leg. She then pulled up on her left leg and finding the bottom of her calf tightly stuck in the suction of the mud, and driving her right foot deep into the mud and shoving the thickness of her other calf into the morass.
With both calves stuck fast and tight in the mud, the frustrated amazon tugged on one leg then the other. Her powerful thigh muscles flexed and strained, her hips and torso twisting as she clenched her fists and jerked randomly at her legs. But, she remained stuck, rooted to the spot as she sank to the middle of her flaring calves. Reaching down, she slapped her hands around her sweaty right leg and tried to pull it free. She tugged and pulled at it in earnest, but it was futile... she was STUCK!!!
A strong, sweaty, flowery reek lingered heavily about her as she struggled and strained in frustration and impatience, eager to get to the beach and annoyed that she was being kept from her destination by this STUPID mud! But, the more she struggled, the deeper her legs were sinking into the tidal ooze, firmly trapped. She writhed about, yanking and jerking as her legs seemed more tightly bonded into the ground by the moment.
Soon the warm, glue-like mud rolled over her knees as the clay-like tidal silt yielded to her weight and struggles. Ever so slowly, the mud crept up the sexy thickness of her fragrant thighs and taking a sucking grasp around their wide girth. The stinky, sweaty blonde struggled, grunted and groaned, trying to pull her legs free of their muddy bondage. She gasped for air, cursed in frustration, her hips squirming, the powerful muscles of her legs STRAINING, yet she remained STUCK in the mud!!!
Now mired and stuck upper thigh-deep in the mud, she clenched her fists and twisted at the hips as she tried to force her legs upwards...
"...UUMPPPHHH!!! ...UUNNNGGGHHHH!!! ...NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" she grunted and snarled in anger and annoyance, lifting and pulling up on her stuck legs.
...but the mud held her fast! It stuck to the bare skin of her legs like glue. The suction formed tightly around her thighs. She was STUCK!!! And, even more concerning, she was SINKING!!! Her violent struggling had soften the mud below her and legs were inching their way deeper into the vile, marshy trap.
A look of concern now appeared dominate on her face as she looked down upon her sinking legs. This was far more serious than she thought. She was STUCK!!! She couldn't get away. And, she was slowly SINKING deeper and deeper into the mud. Help... she needed HELP!!! She looked around the remote setting of the cottage...
"Help... HELP...!!! I'm STUCK...!!!" she yelled as her muddy entrapment took her in, her legs sinking deeper.
"I'm stuck in this mud... I'm SINKING...!!!"
But, there was no one anywhere nearby... no one heard her cry for help... no one was coming to her rescue... She resumed her struggle, desperate to free her legs as her twisting crotch now gouged into the mud. Inch by inch the tidal mud claimed more and more of the fitness girl as she struggled and screamed for help. Hours later in the fading light of the marsh there was silence as the last strands of her trailing hair followed her deep into the mire.
Thanks for sharing!
- sixgunzloaded
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Re: Peril With Patriotism
water_bug_62208 wrote:She looks very athletic, sexy, and sweetly fragrant
She does look fragrant doesn't she? One can almost smell her fear. Especially after Water Bug added his story. Almost makes me wish I was a dog - the better to get the full olfactory experience! Of course, if I was a dog, I'd probably run up and hump her leg while she was sinking.... um...ahem...
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Just kidding.
Excellent pic duuudeization! Excellent story Water Bug! Thanks for sharing!!!
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