Postby OdetteFan85 » Sun Nov 28, 2021 4:16 pm
Here in Florida we have a few options when it comes to sinking IRL. One of the first places I found was a sand mine near Disney World. There one might find places where erosion did its thing with the sand and created natural quicksand that I learned was far too dense to be used for my intentions.
Later in a coastal nature preserve I found acres of mangrove swamps and a tropical jungle setting worthy of the screen. A boardwalk let out thru the trees into a jungle right out of my dreams, complete with endless mud that looked like it could be bottomless as well. Then I came upon a section that was closed off. This led to an abandoned observation deck surrounded by places that would make a jungle maiden sweat. When I came back prepared for exploring, my heart began to race as I took my clothes off and climbed over the railing, right into a bed of oyster shells! Once my poor feet healed I was back with a pair of socks on as a concession, and was able learn just how difficult it is to sink much lower than your neck, especially when salt is involved. Dramatic roleplaying was my goal, but it wasn't easy to submerge at the end like I wanted to. I'd done it in shallow spots by lying down or sort of wedging myself into the side of the "hole" in a waist to chest deep spot, but that was out of necessity. I see the actress in a lot of videos doing the same thing to make a bottom disappear, and if she's good she makes it convincing. Even worse, going deep vertically ran the risk of finding an unseen layer of more oysters. It was a good thing I'm athletic, because getting out proved a lot harder than getting in, I can see how this stuff could be dangerous. All in all, saltwater mud in Florida is hit-or-miss.
Finally, at in Central FL I found the best spot I've ever been in. It took weeks with a long stick, poking a lot of sorry puddles that had looked promising.Then I came upon a confluence where two creeks had formed a massive bank of loose, black sediment. It passed my usual stick test all the way to my hand, which at my height. I'd never seen this before except in the mangroves, but this stuff was different. When I had gotten "dressed" (occasionally I like to make a bit of a production out of going sinking...) and stepped in, it was very hard to take the first part slow. Up to waist was about five seconds. From there I was able to control it a bit better by staying still, but even motionless I was still sinking slowly. It was just like it looked on a screen, but with feeling.
In my imagination, arousal is an unavoidable side effect of quicksand/mud. Climax coincides with submersion, just before or during. It's been the holy grail for me to experience this for myself ever since my mind began developing fantasies. Being slowly swallowed up and stimulated by something, inevitably until the end was it . When I'm sinking, I prefer not to resort to using my hands as it would break the immersion. Timing is the key. I'd managed it before, but that was in places with a bottom. No such control was possible here. Everything was playing out just like my fantasy, except that I was about to go under before I wanted to!
At last, collared up to my chin and nose, with the mud gurgling in my ears, I got I what I wanted. Solitude was ensured, and I like to get vocal so I was able to gasp and scream to my heart's content before the mud got what it wanted and closed over my face. For a few seconds, I was in Nirvana, finally experiencing all the physical sensations I'd dreamed of. I'd taken a pretty big breath before going under, so I was able to stay under long enough to take in the resplendence of my situation. As I slowly breathed out to make the surface bubble for effect, the thought crossed my mind that I might not actually reach the surface in time and was effectively drowning myself! For a few hot seconds, my struggles were finally in earnest as my lungs burned for air but I was able to emerge and catch my breath.
In closing, my experiences simulating quicksand IRL have had mixed results. Conditions have a huge effect on whether an outing will be worth the time and risk involved. For these two successes I've spent hours poring over aerial photos or traipsing around chasing wild geese. It can be incredibly fun, but it's kinda dangerous as well. I've never been caught, but there was once I had to hide with them only yards away hoping they didn't find my clothes before I did. I nearly drowned in a channel once trying to reach an island because I thought there might be a spot there. If you made it this far thanks for reading!
