John Fitzbe

“It’s always been at the top of my bucket list of fantasies.” Marge told Sue. “And now that I’ve found the perfect place to do it, I’m going to.” Sue had never understood Marge’s desire to be swallowed by the earth. To deliberately step into the grip of quicksand and to molest herself as she sank below the surface. Sue thought it was an insane desire. In an effort to explain her desire, Marge told Sue about one of her quicksand experiences. How standing in the quicksand with her feet side by side caused the quicksand to crush her legs together as it pulled her body down. First her shins and then her thighs and the erotic thrill that ran through her body as her pussy touched the muddy surface and the quicksand lapped at her pussy lips. How the deeper she sank the stronger it’s grip got and she would play with herself as she sank, and of achieving orgasm as her belly button disappeared into the gritty mire. One hand at her pussy, fingers rapidly pumping in and out and the other hand squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples Marge told of uncounted orgasms. Whether from orgasmic pleasure or the quicksand’s crushing grip Marge explained how her breathing would become more shallow and she would get light-headed. Marge spoke of her helplessness and how relaxing it was to just be held by the earth. Marge told of her surrender, as she felt her now submerged tits being crushed by the weight of the quicksand and how closing her eyes she felt the mud claim her shoulders as it circled her neck. Then at last she would reach equilibrium and stop sinking, held fast by the quicksand’s cement-like grip. ...

Simple things can trigger happy memories, for Jill, it’s the sound of a key in a lock, until now. It was like the click of a fountain pen, it sounded so small and soft. The click reminded her of the first time May locked her in handcuffs. What followed was a night of submission, pain, and pleasure. From that night forward May’s sadistic relationship with Jill would continue to escalate until now when the sound of a key in a lock triggered excitement and terror in Jill’s heart. ...

WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. entry in plaza forum story contest spring 2017 Simple things can trigger happy memories, for Jill, it’s the sound of a key in a lock, until now. It was like the click of a fountain pen, it sounded so small and soft. The click reminded her of the first time May locked her in handcuffs. What followed was a night of submission, pain, and pleasure. From that night forward May’s sadistic relationship with Jill would continue to escalate until now when the sound of a key in a lock triggered excitement and terror in Jill’s heart. ...

Deep in space, on the planet Rakmo… “What are you chuckling at?” “Look at me. Wrists bound, hanging naked from a crane. I am hanging over the gaping maw of a giant carnivorous lizard. I am the spitting image of a 60’s man’s pulp magazine cover. I apologize, but the image makes me laugh. Now when are you going to feed me to this monster?” “The Monster is called “The Plant That Walks” and this is for science and science can’t be rushed.” ...

“Girls Gone Kinky” the radio announcer said. “Tomorrow night at the Johnson warehouse, ‘Girls gone Kinky’ will be shooting their Halloween edition. Free admission to girls in costumes. Door open at 6:00 Happy hour all night long. Cash awards to the lucky girls chosen to be in the video.” Sue turned off the car radio and thought about attending the out of season event. It was after all spring break weekend and she had not done anything wild all week or even semester. She felt it was time she cut loose. Halloween in March sounded like the perfect event and a shot at some money wouldn’t be all bad either. ...

The full page ad in the Sunday news paper was sure to get attention. Grand opening Aladdin’s Market! Exotic foods and merchandise from the Middle East. In conjunction with Saturday’s Solar Eclipse, Come and see an Egyptian princess mummified and buried alive as a sacrifice to Ra the Sun God. If the sacrifice works and the sun does return, join us for the street dance featuring Joe and the pharaohs! Come one and all and rock like an Egyptian. Anyone coming dressed as King Tut will get a 15% discount on their first purchase! ...