Your leg has sunken in past your knee. A first feeble attempt to pull it free changes nothing. You can feel the wet peat mixture engulfing it and holding it in place through suction. Then you place the other foot a little closer and push down, while tugging at the mired leg with both hands. The left leg breaks the surface as well and becomes mired just as deep. Now things are starting to get really interesting. You take on the role of damsel in distress for your own enjoyment as well as that of your watcher. For starters you are pretending to look for something to hold on to, and also performing some half-hearted escape attempts by pulling on your thighs. You are quite satisfied with your acting performance. You are not so satisfied with the lack of sinking however, which is a little odd, because you can feel no solid ground underneath your feet. Apparently the tiny roots and other material are enough to support you. After all you only weigh very little, being five feet short and very slim. So you try harder, twisting and pulling until suddenly you drop a few inches, and then slowly keep sinking deeper. Now, you decide, is the time for the damsel to call for help, and so you do: "Help me! Somebody help! I'm stuck in a bog... and sinking!" A few moments later the answer comes from the watcher, your boyfriend Tom: "Don't panic! I'm here to help. Just stay calm, Miss." You notice the "Miss" added at the end, an unnecessary reminder that you are acting as strangers to one another for the purpose of this little game. He has now left his hiding place and comes into view, wearing those blue bathing trunks and nothing else. He, too, seems somewhat out of place in that outfit, but you refrain from asking the "stranger" why he is walking around in the swamp like this. It would only harm the mood. Besides, you really like seeing him like that, revealing so much of his tall muscular body to you. He also carries a rope with him, a very short rope - with it's five feet length it is much to short to be of any actual use at such a distance. And it is so on purpose. You can hardly wait to see him struggle to get to you, having him sink with you, doing all the naughty things you like to do in quicksand.

Distracted by such thoughts you notice that you have stopped sinking again only with some delay. Even though you are no deeper than almost to your crotch in the bog, your descent has again come to a halt. Pretending to struggle, when you are actually trying to get deeper, you say: "That's easier said than done, Mister. You're not the one sinking in quicksand. Please hurry and help me!" Tom is walking along the edge, examining the bog, or at least pretending to do so. His eyes are mostly on you actually. The two of you continue the little improvised dialogue and you try harder and harder to get herself to sink again, but the bog would not take you, until finally you decide to change plans.

undress and seduce Tom leave this spot and look for a deeper one

(wake up)