Quicksand erotic orgasm krystal1/29/2024 ![]() ![]() Helen shifted her weight slowly from one foot to the other and gently, her lover took them in his grip, surrounding them. It yielded slightly, like a trembling trampoline, but she knew it would hold her for a moment before giving way.īreathless with anticipation, her heart pounding, she lifted her other foot to let it rest on the shimmering sand, legs slightly apart, letting it ripple like a lover's muscles under her. Balancing on one ankle-deep foot, she tested the surface ahead, stirring it with her toes before putting weight on it. she wanted a slow, soft, sensual sink that stimulated her senses. she had heard that combinations of water and the type of sand could make a 'quicker-sand' that you would disappear into with just one step. Whatever subterranean spring gave the sand its quaking quickness must be almost directly beneath her. and the last tuft quivered like a jelly, disappearing slightly into the luscious liquidity of her lover. three hops out, from green, grassy foothold to another, the small mounds shaking under her yet still supporting. She made fast the rope, secure round a tree, and played it out so she could loop one end, tied loosely over one shoulder, without it suddenly pulling taut and knocking her off balance. to the very heart of the quivering quicksand, its daringly dangerous, yet most desirable depths. In her foreplay, on previous meetings, she had learned a safe path of dry, supportive clumps and tufts of grass that would let her jump and hop out further than ever before. " she purred, as she let the towel drop on the edge of her erotic escort. Quickly, she had undressed, and wrapped a small towel round her for warmth, she now stood ankle deep in his shallows. She had slipped out with her rucksack and rope, made her way with a skipping step, eager anticipation in her stride, to her waiting desire. It was early morning, a Sunday, when others would lie in and none would disturb her. But time had made her blossom into the fullness of womanhood, she was now 18, and her affection for play in the soft sand had blossomed with her, into a lustful longing to let her liquid-like lover linger on her bare skin, flow freely all around her, maybe within her too. Panicking, she had scrambled and clambered out, her slight weight aiding her escape. It had been some years since she had discovered it, as a younger, slimmer, almost androgynous girl, playing and splashing in the shallow puddles until one time she had ventured too far out and sank screaming into the sucking depths. as soft as silk, yet as strong as a bull. And waiting here, eternally, was her deep, dark secret paramour. Helen gazed, fascinated by the wondrous stretch of soft, enticing mud-like quicksand that filled the clearing, in the deep, dark sensual shadows of the forest. ![]()
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