It was written many years ago by the then girlfriend of our girl (now ex-girlfriend). Sorry about our English it's a computer translation. The original is in Russian.

...Her white patent-leather high-heeled shoes sank slowly into the mud at the very edge of the Quagmire. She felt that it was difficult to go any further in them and kicked off her shoes, stepping with slender feet directly into the mud. Her legs were covered with delicate transparent white tights that made the light of the setting Sun shimmer. She was also dressed in a form-fitting transparent white dress with long sleeves that went well above the knee and was cinched at the waist with a white patent leather belt with silver trim. Her hands were covered with thin lace gloves, also made of white nylon. She let her long blond hair fall out of its braid, letting the faint wind ruffle it. All in all, Helen was a sight to behold at this moment.

Helen walked slowly, stepping to the edge of a swamp so tempting soft and wet that it seemed she could feel it. Even her breathing became heavier, and her heart seemed to leap out of her chest like a wild DOE. Small beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and then covered her entire body, interacting with her stocking dress to create a delicious "wet nylon"effect. Her sexual awakening was so all-encompassing that she could only resist the soft moans of desire that were about to burst from her pretty mouth by biting her lips with all her might. With the fabulous. her eyes were shining as she approached the edge of the Swamp. It was just as if her mind no longer existed, and her actions were guided only by the passion that engulfed her young, beautiful body

Her imagination was far away where she had already plunged into the Delicious Swamp, which was now beginning to waver slowly as she got very close to it. No one could have saved her. Too late... and why? She didn't want it she wanted to feel the dirt slurping and engulfing her body. Meanwhile, the gathering darkness gave her the shelter she needed to fulfill her most intimate and insane desires.

"OK, I'm coming to You, My Swamp!" she said before the last step on solid ground. Now the soft, warm, sticky swamp clung to the soles of her nylon-clad feet. The tremor of this contact was transmitted along her spine, and Helen was soon overcome with wild excitement. Her calves sank into the mud, which swayed lazily with each step. Walking into a possibly Bottomless Swamp, she knew that this was pure madness, but ... sometimes it's really hard to understand yourself. And sometimes-the desire that flows like moisture along the inner surface of the thighs is stronger than reason

Helen smiled to herself and took a few more steps into the swamp. The slurping sound triggered a new surge of arousal in her body. Another step, another... and right in front of the island of solid ground, she sank into the brown muck up to her waist. With an effort, Ellen climbed out onto this tiny patch of solid earth, almost in the middle of the swampy patch on the riverbank that had become the focus of her wild desires. Ellen lay on her chest and felt the wet mess soaking her dress on her chest, on her stomach, below She stood up unsteadily and felt the sticky, warm, brown mud slowly trickle down her legs from the hem of her short, tight dress, over the surface of her tights. The dirt seemed to seduce her, and she moaned softly again. She had never thought that nylon, soaked in swamp slime and clinging to her body, could cause such a delicious sensation. Strangely, at this moment, she felt completely naked, as if she were completely shamelessly open to her new lover, whom she had just found. "Damn it, I'm lucky I didn't think to wear a bra and panties!" this thought spontaneously flashed through her head and its absurdity made Helen laugh. "My beautiful dirty dress" - it seemed strange to think about it at a time when more than anything else in the world, she wanted to throw herself into the quagmire. Just throw yourself not caring about anything else. Strange... but that was what she was thinking.

... "My beautiful dirty dress..." Helen dropped to one knee and stretched out her hand toward the "shore" (if that was the name for the edge of the patch of land she was on) of the island. She scooped up a handful of liquid mud and began massaging her shoulders with it, from time to time picking up more and more portions of the "massage cream". The process quickly drew her in and a few minutes later Helen was sitting on his lap, hiding his legs under him, with a smile of pleasure obmazyvat mud covered with nylon chest, then back nylon shoulders, then arms and chest again. A new wave of excitement washed over her. Helen scooped up the dirt with both hands and once again slowly smeared it on her chest,Helen scooped up the dirt with both hands and once again slowly smeared it on her chest, massaging the swollen nipples as she did so, causing a small moan to escape her lips. Then she looked at her left hand which was covered with a drenched nylon glove that was brown with dirt, and suddenly she put her index finger in her mouth and began to suck it ecstatically, pulling her lips into a "tube". Surprisingly, the taste of dirt did not cause revulsion instead, Helen felt an overwhelming desire, an urgent need for a gentle caress to her own body. She took her finger out of her mouth and kissed the dirty palm again and again, a long, wet kiss. Then Helen's lips began a slow journey, punctuated by short, light moans, up her hand and forearm to her shoulder, into which she was not slow to sink a long, passionate kiss At the same time, Helen continued to massage her right breast with her right hand.

Lifting her lips from her shoulder, she paused for a moment. Change of party, she thought, smiling and licking her lips coquettishly. Now her lips, constantly pausing for long kisses, slid down her right shoulder and down to her palm, and her left breast was squeezed by the released left hand. But soon her left hand slid to her stomach and then disappeared under the hem of her dress between her dirty nylon-clad legs. When her fingers touched the smooth pubis, separated from the hand by a double nylon partition tights and gloves Helen moaned again and, pushing her legs out from under her, sat down on the ground, while continuing to caress her intimate nest through the pantyhose with both hands. A moan escaped her lips again. "Helen, I want you," she said softly, and immediately felt a new wave of excitement. "I want you, Helen," she repeated, louder. "I want you", "Want!" "Want!!", "I want to!... myself! Helen almost screamed, biting her lip until it bled. The glove on his right hand was torn off and thrown to the side. Her fingers tore through the film of filthy, velvety, thin nylon, and she screamed, " A-a-a-h!! Mmm... " she entered them two, three, then four. Four fingers of the left hand, still gloved, followed them into the vagina. "Fuck yourself Helen!", " Fuck!!", " Fuck... A-a-a-h!!! the shouts, which clearly carried a thirst bordering on insanity, echoed in the imperceptibly descending darkness over the swamp.

One wave of orgasm quickly followed another. She didn't even notice that she was lying on her back. Like any woman experienced in sex, she, of course, has repeatedly engaged in Masturbation. But she had never enjoyed it as much as she did now, when she was wrapped in wet, dirty nylon, furiously satisfying herself on an island in the middle of a quagmire. Sometimes in those moments, she imagined how she would look from the outside-all covered with brown dirt, completely without underwear, with full Breasts, the swollen nipples of which shamelessly showed through the dirty nylon, lying on her back with even more shamelessly spread legs and hands, openly, rudely and passionately caressing her intimate place. And the performance of such a spectacle turned her on even more.

She quickly pulled her legs together and crossed them, which had been spread wide, and clenched the inner muscles of her thighs with all her strength. A new orgasm rolled through her body, but this time it was not the main goal - Helen moved several rolls to the edge of the island. With a cry of "A-x-x-x-m-m-m...", again widely spreading legs and blame the fingers from the vagina, she dipped her left foot into the quagmire. The feeling of the warm, viscous swamp was not slow to take effect - another orgasm rolled through her body. Ellen slowly lifted her leg, enjoying the sight of the mud running down her tights, and again clasped her legs, squeezing her fingers with all her strength in the depths of the vagina. This was repeated several times, but the new orgasms, despite their increasing strength, only increased Helen's desire.

"It's time you fucked me, My Swamp! Ellen said softly, and with a moan of sweet regret, she pulled her fingers out of her vagina and slowly stood up. Her head was a little dizzy and she was a little shaky, but she knew exactly what she wanted. She leaned forward, took hold of the hem of her mud-caked dress with both hands, and with a sharp movement tore it open in front almost to the waist. Then she lifted the hem that had split in two and tucked the edges of it into her belt. That's better, she thought, smiling to herself, and slowly ran her dirty-clad left hand over her clean-shaven pubis, which was covered in sticky mud. A little moan escaped her lips again, and then, with a quick step, she stepped from the shore of the island into the Swamp...

Her left foot sank immediately into the brown muck above the knee, and to keep her balance, she hastily sank her right foot into the mud as well it was not in her plans to dive headfirst into the mire, although the thought did occur to her again. Instead, she took another step forward-toward her Destiny. It was difficult for her the Swamp was reluctant to let go of her feet. But still, Helen moved deeper into the Swamp, which had already re-entered her pubic area. "Yes, Yes lick me, lick me, my Good!" whispered Helen, pausing for a few moments and with a smile on her face began to play coquettishly with her hips. But it didn't last long, and with all her strength, she made a desperate dash forward, away from the shore. The throw was successful, and now she was waist-deep in mud. However, this was not enough for her. "OK, my Sweet shall we try again?" she said after a short pause, and then she started forward again, deeper into the Swamp. But this time she did not move, for the Quagmire held her fast, and she knew that she was completely bogged down.

However, this not only did not bother Helen at all (since it was part of her crazy plans), but on the contrary, it only made her more excited. "Do you want to eat me, my sweet? with a smile she said. "You want to eat me? "what is it?" she repeated, her voice breaking slightly with excitement. "You do, don't you?? "So eat me, eat me, My good!!" exclaimed Helen.

The dirt, which had formed into a broad grin, was slowly moving up her filthy nylon-clad body from her waist to her chest. Helen was shivering. She began to rotate her hips feverishly to speed up her descent and pulled her toes down. This removed the little resistance that had slowed her descent, and she was immediately sucked up to the very tips of her breasts. It was delicious! As she sank up to her chest in the thick, Bottomless Mire, she felt again and again the same feeling she had experienced years ago when she first accidentally got caught in the mire. Even no-now the feeling was even more delicious!!

Helen squeezed her swollen breasts with both hands until they ached and pushed the hard swollen nipples down into the Mud, as if "feeding" them to the swamp. "On, on-eat, my good! "Oh, no," she said again and again. "Eat my nipples, eat my Breasts, eat my body... eat me all!!

She was plunging into the Swamp all alone, and she would never, for the world, try to stop it. And she would never call for help. She imagined what it would look like from the outside. One, plastered with dirty nylon from head to toe, slowly devoured by the Quagmire and rewarded with orgasm after orgasm, which Helen met with loud, joyous, slightly hoarse screams, no longer hiding from anyone. It was audacious. It was crazy. And the thought of it, which she kept coming back to again and again in her fevered imagination, turned her on, amplifying the effect of the hot waves of orgasm that were constantly rolling in.

Helen gave herself up to the Swamp that sucked her in with a truly insatiable passion. But it was also a truly exciting game! And she wanted to experience its climax!! Experience the deepest, craziest, dirtiest orgasm I've ever had!!! An orgasm during which the dirt will envelop her all over and fill her all over

Meanwhile, Helen had sunk into the swamp up to her armpits. Now she let go of her Breasts and slid her hands down to her vagina. This time, she did not act gradually and jerkily inserted four fingers of each hand, as much as possible, painfully parting the intimate lips and opening the passage for thick warm dirt in the vagina. The dirt immediately filled her private area and Helen screamed again with pleasure, convulsively writhing from the intrusion of dirt into the vagina of another orgasm.

The Swamp was slowly sucking her in, almost reaching her shoulders. This soft, viscous, moist mass was now a Perfect Lover for her, so greedily and so gratefully swallowing her young, beautiful body. Nothing else but total immersion mattered to her now. Moving her hips back and forth, left and right, Helen actively participated in the approach of this moment. In ecstasy, she bit her lips until they bled, moans of thirst followed by screams of passion, and screams again moans of thirst.

"I'm drowning in a Swamp," Helen whispered suddenly. "I'm drowning in a Swamp!" she repeated, louder than before. "I'm sinking, sinking, finally sinking!!" - she screamed and another orgasm again made her writhe in convulsions. She looked down at the two "lips" of the swamp that had already reached her shoulders, and then she went back to an excited whisper: "I'm sinking into You, my Destiny, and no one will ever know where I am! I just want, want, want ... to sink into You completely!" The last three words had a special meaning for Helen, since she associated the climax of her pleasure with the moment when her face disappeared from the surface of the bog...

It wasn't long now. Helen's shoulders sank slowly into the mire, and now she was up to her neck in Mud. The sensation of her breasts completely engulfed in mud was delicious, and she screamed again. Several orgasms came in quick succession, but now she was holding back to postpone the final orgasm until she was completely submerged. It was only seconds away, perhaps a minute at most. Almost completely submerged in the Quagmire, with her hands tearing at her mud-filled vagina, Helen was fully prepared for the final act. Her beautiful head was thrown back and she looked up into the dark blue sky, watching the few stars that now appeared on it.

She took a deep breath - just in time, a moment before the heavy swamp wave covered her face. It was great! And no one could interrupt her Beautiful Fatal Adventure! "I am completely in a Bottomless Quagmire! All of it! All of it!!" flashed through Helen's heated brain. A hot wave swept through her from the inside, giving her the power of the most powerful orgasm ever experienced in her short life, and she opened her mouth greedily

... Her long blond hair, smeared with mud, swayed in time with the waves of bubbling mud on the surface of the Swamp. But gradually they sank into the depths of the Swamp. Her Swamp so suddenly become the Main and Last Passion of her life. The ripples left by Helen's dive had finally subsided. All traces on the surface of the Quagmire were gone. Only the white patent-leather stilettos that had been carelessly left on the edge of the Swamp remained as witnesses to what had happened. Shoes that Helen would never wear again...