Duncan Edwards wrote:A bus with two dozen youthful cheerleaders gets lost on the way back from cheerleading camp . In addition to the cheerleaders there are several female coaches and trainers and a driver all older but still incredibly hot. As the bus filled with at first annoyed, and then panicking cheerleaders, sinks into the swamp, we see the interior with the girls scrambling out of windows and the back door. Panic ensues and the girls struggle to reach solid ground with varying lack of success.
For some reason, I find the thought of people trapped in a vessel (vehicle or otherwise) slowly filling with mud or water or whatever absolutely terrifying, but the thought of the same victim(s) sinking in quicksand incredibly erotic. It's bizarre to me that those two scenarios elicit such polarized responses in my brain, since they're effectively the same scenario.
Was this your ideal scene prior to AcidTester's masterful depiction, or did it stem from it?
Some of my old sinking fantasies revolve around this idea. My scenario is getting picked up somewhere by an insanely beautiful woman, who takes me to her cottage or campsite in the wilderness for a weekend of smoking hot sex, etc. Then afterwards, both naked, she uses the promise of mud play to lure me into the marshes into a deadly mire, and leans back watching me slowly sink out of sight, still glowing and wet from the earlier sexual activity. Sometimes she tells me to please her some more, or else... but lets me go under anyway.
