Drowning Fetish


Drowning in a Sumptuous Sea of Pleasure – A Drowning Fetish Sex Story

The sun was setting, and the sky was beginning to turn a deep shade of pink. April, my partner, sat on the bed next to me. We had been talking for hours, chatting about our fantasies and desires. We watched as the light of the day faded away and soon, the darkness settled in.

April had revealed to me a secret desire of her’s; a drowning fetish. She wanted to experience the feeling of being underwater, feeling the weight of the water envelop her body and experiencing the sensation of being able to breathe, but not being able to move. She asked if I would be willing to try it out with her, and I gladly obliged.

We began to plan out how we were going to go about this. We decided that we wanted to recreate a pool setting so that we could both feel like we were underwater. We gathered up a few items that we needed and then we made our way to the bathroom.

When we arrived in the bathroom, we began to assemble the pool. We filled up a large plastic bin with a few inches of water and then placed a few air mattresses and cushions into the bin. We then added a few balloons and some other items to make the environment a little bit more exciting.

Once we were done setting up, we removed our clothes and stepped into the pool. We laid down on the cushions and let the water start to rise around us. As the water crept up our bodies, we began to feel incredibly weightless. April turned to me and smiled, so I reached out and grabbed her hand.

We both closed our eyes and allowed ourselves to sink further into the water. With each passing second, the feeling of being submerged began to become more intense. We both felt like we were floating in a sea of pleasure, with no end in sight.

The sensation of being underwater was incredible. We ran our fingers over each other’s bodies as the water moved around us. We kissed and touched and explored each other’s bodies as if no one else were there. We were two people completely engulfed in this watery paradise.

As the minutes ticked by, we allowed our passions to grow. April straddled my body and I began to feel her moving her hips back and forth. Her warmth was intoxicating and soon, she was grinding against me in a way that made my pulse increase.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, pushing into her with each thrust. April moaned softly, her hands gripping my shoulders as I moved deep within her. My own pleasure was reaching its peak, and soon, I was moments away from orgasm.

Just as I was about to reach my climax, April grabbed my face and looked into my eyes. “I want you to come with me,” she said, and so I did. We were submerged in our own depths of pleasure, experiencing the most exquisite sensation together.

We stayed in the pool for what felt like an eternity, locked in each other’s embrace. Eventually, we both knew that we had to come up before we became fully submerged. We slowly made our way out of the water, laughing and amazed by how incredible the experience had been.

We had experienced something special, something that we both would never forget. From that day on, we knew that whenever we wanted to experience something special and unique, we could go back to our drowning fetish. We would become lost in an endless sea of pleasure each and every time.