Old story, maybe by Chimerix?

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Old story, maybe by Chimerix?

Postby kwiksand1 » Tue Apr 11, 2023 2:59 pm

Hi all,
Looking for an old story where a man and a woman go out together and she let's him sink in front of her. I vaguely recall one of the lines being either he saying to her "it's quicksand, I'm sinking in quicksand " or her telling him that it was quicksand as the male character sank.

If that rings a bell for anyone, I truly would be grateful if you could send me the information on this story.

Many thanks!

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Re: Old story, maybe by Chimerix?

Postby Chimerix » Tue Apr 11, 2023 6:48 pm

Wow, talk about the way back machine!

Midnight Stroll
by
Chimerix @ Bayou.com

Warning: This text contains erotic depictions of entrapment
in a quagmire, not to mention a bit of nudity. If these
items are not to your liking, please refrain from reading
any further.

Dania and I had both known we were no good for each
other. She was recently divorced, and I was bitterly cynical.
Still, we each found it in our emotional mess to make each other
laugh, and we were unconditionally open with each other. Some
people might have thought us strange for being so unreservedly
honest with a transient partner, but for the short while we
lasted, it worked well.
We hadn't even slept together the first time fetishes
came up in conversation. I explained my quicksand and lotion
fetishes to her, and she showed only interest, not the disdain
or ridicule I had experienced from other more committed partners.
I basically forgot about the conversation, not expecting anything
of note to come of it.
About 2 weeks later, Dania invited me to spend the
night on her parent's riverboat. They were out of town, and we
were guaranteed privacy and isolation. When I pulled up in the
marina parking lot, Dania was there waiting. She took my hand
and led me down a well-kept path that emerged up on the
riverbank. Below us was the water's edge, then a short pier
running parallel to the bank. Ouachita Glider, the houseboat,
was moored on the far side of the pier.
Tugging my arm, Dania pulled me off the path to a
little clearing where there was a blanket and picnic basket
laid out. Giggling, she sat down and motioned me to open the
basket. Inside were 2 cold beers and several bottles of
Jergens lotion! Grinning from ear to ear, I turned to find
Dania lying naked on the blanket. As I began to pour the first
bottle of lotion over her bare breasts, watching it pool
between them before running down her flat stomach, she began to
softly moan the word "Lotion" over and over, her hands sliding
through the growing pool to smear the perfumed liquid all over
herself. Hurriedly, I began emptying the other bottles over her
and myself, and we spent about three gloriously slippery hours
making love, masturbating, and massaging.
Afterwards, as the cool breeze rolled our empty beer
bottles toward the lapping river, Dania remarked how good
another beer would taste. Agreeing, I volunteered to fetch
two. "Just go straight to the boat. There's a ladder there on
the side, and the beer in in the fridge" she said, a strange
grin on her face.
Hiking my lotion-smeared body upright, I started down
the bank towards the Glider. As the bank began to level out,
it became predictably muddy. I really didn't spare a thought
to the matter until a step plunged my right leg down to the
knee in thick river silt. Panicking, I shifted my weight back,
only to feel my left leg sink in as well.
My heart pounding, I stayed as still as I could,
windmilling my arms to maintain balance, as I slipped down by
inches into the muck. Looking over my shoulder, I was going to
call Dania, but she wasn't there. Now I was getting worried.
Every little shift of my weight buried me an inch or two deeper
in the dark silt. The rich, earthy smell of river loam mingled
with the sweet Jergens I was still covered with.
"Dania?" I called, trying not to sound too panicked.
After all, fetishes aside, I had never been in deep mud or
quicksand before, and wasn't really sure how safe my life was.
"Over here, lover" she called, walking out on the dock
from off to my left. The moonlight gleamed off her
lotion-slicked skin as she slowly strode to a point directly in
front of me.
"I'm, um, kinda stuck" I said, my voice trembling just
a little.
"Oh, no, lover, you're not just stuck. You're
sinking. In case you haven't realized it, that's quicksand
you're in."
My heart beat faster as the mire touched the underside
of my scrotum. "Quicksand?"
"Quicksand, lover" she said, sitting on the edge of the
pier with her legs spread. "I've always wanted to see someone
sinking in quicksand, and you've always wanted to be in it."
Her right hand went between her legs, slowly stroking herself
while her left slid easily over her stomach and breasts.
I reached down to stroke my penis, savoring the slick
sensation for a few moments before the quicksand claimed that
too. Then, watching Dania as she swayed and moaned, her eyes
fastened on the point where I was slowly being engulfed by the
sand, I began a slow undulation of my hips. Watching the silt
rise and fall in time to my exertions, and stroking my skin
just above the quicksand, I began chanting in a low voice
"Quicksand, I'm sinking in quicksand" over and over. As I
worked my way in deeper, I became more and more breathless, and
Dania worked her hand more and more frantically. As I reached
shoulder level, I felt myself floating. Keeping my eyes on
Dania, I plunged my arms down beneath the surface and wroggled
furiously, working myself down to my chin.
As she began to pant, then to cry out in the throes of
orgasm, her brightly lit eyes raptly upon me, I swung my arms
wide in a powerful upstroke and pulled myself completely under,
crying out "Quicksand" loudly just before my mouth submerged.
Later, after we had bathed in the river and were lying
damp and naked under the stars, Dania told me that was the most
intense orgasm she had ever experienced. I had had a similar
experience, my penis exploding spontaneously as I felt the
quicksand roll across my face. Perhaps that's part of why we
didn't make it. We had both given the best we had to offer.
What was left for the years to come?
The difference between theory and reality is that, in theory, there is no difference between theory and reality.

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Re: Old story, maybe by Chimerix?

Postby kwiksand1 » Tue Apr 11, 2023 7:45 pm

Many, many thanks!! That was (and still is) my favorite story of all time. That one goes back a long ways.. so happy to have read it again after so many years of not seeing it.

Thanks for writing it, reading my post, and for sharing this wonderful fantasy story again!

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Re: Old story, maybe by Chimerix?

Postby Chimerix » Wed Apr 12, 2023 7:29 pm

It's very nice to have an appreciative audience! Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!

I've got a handful of stories from way-back, and have debated reposting them here. Mostly haven't gotten around to it because, you know, lazy. but this was just the incentive I needed to move forward!
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Re: Old story, maybe by Chimerix?

Postby kwiksand1 » Tue Apr 18, 2023 4:21 am

If you do decide to post them, I will certainly be reading them again... brings me back to dial-up ISP with a 14.4 modem! Times and technology sure have changed, but one thing that hasn't is my fascination with quicksand and great stories about quicksand.


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