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One of the things I really enjoy about quicksand is the powerful fantasy imagery it can produce. Whether you regard quicksand as a metaphor for sex, enjoy the appeal of its sensual texture, or view it as a medium to facilitate a power exchange between individuals, the erotic sensations it can produce are undeniable. Especially during cold winters, stories about quicksand and what happens to those who encounter it can be an excellent way to explore these various sensual aspects. Such stories can also serve as a gentle introduction to a subject many would otherwise regard as too bizarre or unlikely.

For these reasons, and others, I have written several stories centering around or involving deep mud and quicksand. Most of them are included here, for your enjoyment. They're listed alphabetically, with brief descriptions.

WARNING: These stories are almost all sexually explicit. They may contain themes, content, and language which some readers may find offensive, including violence, death, and strong sexual content. Except where marked otherwise, these stories are fiction and do not represent actual people or places. Access to these stories by persons under the age of sexual consent in their legal jurisdiction is strictly prohibited.

I've also written a few words about death in stories.

Absolute Power (Fm, qs, death)
A woman sets out to test the limits of the powers of seduction, only to find that there may not be any. This story is told mostly by a woman, in the first person, and it will soon be illustrated.

Brady Marsh Park (mf, mud, mast, death)
A businesswoman slips away for a walk in the secluded park. Then, she spots some flowers she can't live without. The park ranger arrives in the nick of time, but can he save the day? This story is told to a woman in the 2nd person.

Cabin Fever (Fm, mud, mast)
A young man and his girlfriend take a weekend at his uncle's cabin. They find a number of ways to keep themselves amused. This story is told to a man in the 2nd person.

Dark Purposes (Mf, mud, choking)
A woman with a love of breathplay and deep mud experiences the best of both worlds with the help of a sadistic partner. This story is told to a woman, in the 2nd person.

Dirty Boy (Fm, mud, mast, oral)
A voyeur exposed turns into a plaything to satisfy a sadistic woman's needs. This story is told to a man in the 2nd person.

Exposure (f, mud, mast)
A woman ventures alone to a secluded mudpit to discover if it will be as rewarding an experience as she has imagined.

First Quicksand Experience (m, qs, true)
A true account of my first encounter with genuine quicksand.

A Low Down Dirty Shame (Mf, mud, humil)
A young lady receives a note from her boyfriend, asking her to meet him at a local state park, and to dress very nicely for the occasion. What happens when she gets there is most unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome. The plot thickens at the last moment, stranding her in a different kind of swamp... her own conflicting desires.

Midnight Mud (m, mast, clay, true)
Another true tale, this one recounting one of my first real-life experiences with a large pit of deep clay, written close enough to the actual event that I was still under the mud's influence during it's creation.

No Mercy (Fm, qs, feet, death)
A dominatrix with a foot fetish teaches her slave a final lesson about the need for obedience.

Over My Head (Fm, mud, mast, oral)
A description of a fantasy I frequently play out when engaging in real-life mudplay. An overconfident explorer gets the tables turned when he's in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Possession in the Mud (Fm, mud, oral, mast)
A shared fantasy-turned-story of a man and woman in the mud, and his slow, pleasureable realization that he isn't the one calling the shots.

Vicious Circle (f, extreme, death, qs)
A not-for-the-faint-of-heart tail of an injured woman's attempt to survive a dark jungle after a disasterous plane crash.

Watching (m, f, mast, mud)
A voyeuristic woman comes across a most unexpected sight deep in the forest. She can't help but watch the scene as it unfolds before her, trapped by her desire as much as the man she watches.


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