Finally trying my hand at AI quicksand images
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"EVENT HORIZON"
Sarah nodded her head once more in agreement with the deal that she had made with herself, eyeing her targeted landing spot a few feet in front of her. This is gonna be for the record, she silently averred, lifting her legs and feet in turn to keep them free as she made ready for her seventh and final jump. The flowing mud at the surface swelled and swirled almost possessively around her knees in response to her movements, reinforcing her pleasurable reaction to it moments earlier and putting her in an especially voluptuous mood. “So come onnnn… don’t disappoint meee…” she purred teasingly to the undulating ooze before her, lightly swiveling her hips and torso as though seducing a lover, an enticing smile on her lips as she contemplated putting on a private, provocative performance of her own in the pit, “I really need some thrills.”
The reality, Sarah suspected, was that she was being seduced, drawn into the bog’s thick, fluid depths not only by her childhood memories and desire for adventure but even more so now by her rising, fluid response to its hedonic hold on her legs as the mesmerizing interplay of sunlight and shadow on the brightly shimmering surface beckoned her beguilingly. She savored the rapturous rush of erotic expectation coursing through her body as she envisioned how very deep –– All the way to my tits, maybe? –– her final leap would take her, her arousal quickly escalating as she entertained the daringly “dirty” notion of stripping off her top as the other girls would do, sliding her hand inside her jeans, and pleasuring herself while she luxuriated in the miry earth’s enveloping embrace.
The sensual spell that she had conjured lingered alluringly in her mind as she leaned to her left and placed her hands in the muck to steady herself. “So let’s see if I can...” she said quietly, holding her arms out to keep her balance; “oh, boy!” she then laughed lightly and shook her head, closing her eyes and swinging her bangs to either side of her forehead as she pursed her lips and exhaled through the small space between them. “Okay,” she whispered, tugging at her feet to ensure that they were planted stably beneath her in the mud, her liftoff again delayed as she continued positioning herself. “Okay... uhh... you really use these thigh muscles and calf muscles... okay...” she murmured as she made her final preparations.
She inhaled through her teeth and then quickly exhaled, bouncing lightly on her knees as the moment of truth arrived. “All right... you got this, Sarah...” she softly assured herself, an exuberant smile of ardent anticipation playing over her face. The time had finally come, and she was ready… ready for any and every exquisite delight that the indulging depths of her paludal paramour might have to offer. She exhaled once more, and then, swinging her arms behind her while bending quickly at her knees and waist, with a heave of exertion she flung herself forward through the muck.
How soft lies the surface between time and eternity…
(From my story "Homecoming - A Narrative Adaptation of the MPV Video 'Just a Little Further,' Starring Sarah Michelle." No photos or images from any source, whether from MPV or of Sarah Michelle herself, were used to generate these images; they all originated solely from written descriptions of her character's general appearance in the video and from text prompts.)
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Re: Finally trying my hand at AI quicksand images
"POINT OF NO RETURN"
“Oh, shit!” Sarah cried out in startled surprise as she plunged awkwardly into the center of the bog with a thick, heavy splat, more falling forward than jumping as the stealthy grip of the mud around her shoes and lower legs thwarted both her attempt and her expectation, and for a moment she feared that she would belly-flop onto the swampy surface as the sticky ooze in the spot from which she had leaped clung briefly but tightly to her legs and feet before grudgingly releasing them at the last second. She was spared the indignity of pitching face-first into the muck as her arms instinctively swung around to break her fall and buried themselves elbow-deep before her, trapping her hands within the mire, while the front of her formerly clean white top joined her thoroughly muddied jeans in needing a serious extended pre-treatment the next time that she would wash them. Look at her now, Mommy.
“Uuunnhh!... mannn...” Sarah groaned unhappily, crashing from her emotional high as she recovered herself and took in the discouraging results of her latest effort, “that was not very far at all.” She had ended up at most only a couple of feet forward from where she had launched herself and nowhere near as deep as she had hoped. “Like, really?” she complained as she straightened up and began working to free her arms, a look of irritation spreading over her face; she had put everything that she had of herself into that final jump, she reflected grumpily, with seemingly little to show for it. “Could... barely get my frickin’ legs... ugh!” she groused in annoyance, again tugging on her arms against the muddy surface as her lower limbs gradually caught up with the rest of her body and settled vertically beneath her in the ooze. Her less-than-satisfactory leap had taken her from knee-deep to no more than waist-level in the bog –– So much for going in all the way to my tits, she sighed disgruntledly –– although even at this moderate depth the mud’s hold on her body seemed noticeably heavier than before.
“God-dammit!” she muttered as she continued pulling against the mire’s grip on her forearms, “All right... uuunh... uhh!” Her head fell back as she struggled to loosen her hands from their earthy imprisonment to no obvious effect; whatever she had done previously to extricate herself after a jump didn't seem to be working now. “Umm...” Sarah’s eyes wandered for a moment as she took a breath and relaxed her muscles. She was beginning to wonder at her apparent inability to pull herself up and out of the muck as before.
“God!” she exclaimed testily, exhaling in frustration as she strained against the mire’s clasp on her arms while glancing around herself at the surface of the quag, which was rippling slowly in response to her movements. It shouldn’t be this hard to get out, Sarah puzzled over her predicament as she sighed with exasperation over how this day had gone, and she scowled as she continued trying to work her hands free from the grasp of the gummy ooze, flexing her wrists and fingers with difficulty in what seemed to be a pointless exercise as the fluidity of the mud around her waist belied its increasing viscosity farther below the surface.
“This was supposed to be way more fun,” she griped out loud, tossing her head back as her thoughts returned to the evidently empty promise of a sensual thrill that she had been fantasizing about before her last abortive leap; her deepening foreplay with the bog over the past few minutes had quickly fizzled to nothing at what should have been her climactic moment. “Huhh... disappointed,” she grumbled sullenly, concluding that her afternoon fling with the soppy, flaccid mire surrounding her on all sides had proven altogether unsatisfying, and she imagined that she would have some less-than-enthusiastic words to say about it to her friend Joyce whenever she next saw her.
So much for this stupid dare spot, she thought glumly as the muck reluctantly acquiesced to her efforts and her hands began to emerge from their bondage. “It’s not very deep, either... look at—”
Not very deep... Sarah’s voice broke off as she again looked around herself at the quivering expanse of unstable ooze encompassing her. A short breath escaped her lips along with an uncertain “um” as she sought to find her footing in the marshy quag. A troubled frown crossed her face. Something wasn’t right, it seemed, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “What...?” she murmured uneasily, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as her feet tentatively probed the sloughy depths beneath her.
She had been so preoccupied with freeing her arms after her last jump that she had given little thought to her lower body below the surface, but now that the muck had finally relinquished its hold on her hands she belatedly realized that her legs had become deeply mired and nearly immobilized in the thick, muddy morass, while the supposedly solid earth under her feet had melted into a strange, mushy consistency that she hadn’t noticed earlier when standing in the shallows of the pit, a dense, shifting softness that clung stubbornly to the soles of her shoes yet yielded readily under pressure. Another shaky breath accompanied her next unsettled attempt to push herself up from the bottom –– from what should have been the bottom –– only to be followed by a bewildered gasp as the hair on her neck stood on end and the gravity of her peril became abruptly and appallingly clear. “Oh–!”
(From my story "Homecoming - A Narrative Adaptation of the MPV Video 'Just a Little Further,' Starring Sarah Michelle." No photos or images from any source, whether from MPV or of Sarah Michelle herself, were used to generate these images; they all originated solely from written descriptions of her character's general appearance in the video and from text prompts.)
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