Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

Oh my Stars and Garters!!

What an appropriate exclamation! 🌷

You need to post the second pic over on the Fetish Forum-Braless in Public. The boys would go crazy for that one!

Thank you for the vote of confidence, but I’m just fine sharing my pictures where I feel comfortable to do so. (I’m not really here for the “boys” these days 😉).

Like it, with and without a bra, nipple poking.

Love the new avatar. Just you.

Thanks, Todger. I always enjoy hearing from you. I like this avatar a lot too. Feels right for now (if only they had an option for the cartoon figure to wear rope, then it would’ve been perfect!).
Yes. Braless is more evocative! Both are enticing. Sorry to hear you’re always tired? How about a nice shoulder rub? :sneaky:

Thanks, wilderness. Being tired is part of the work/life imbalance. Just figured I’d nip all of the “how are you?” Pms in the bud. I will always go for a shoulder rub… actually tried to make that happen for tomorrow morning, but my masseuse is leaving town tonight for a convention over the weekend - so now I have to wait until Wednesday. Meh. Hoping you’re entering your weekend less tired than I am. 🌷
 
As ever Moochie, you make me want to dive into your pictures, squeeze you tenderly but firmly in my arms, then nuzzle impishly between your fabulous breasts. There I said it! Bad Tangleskein!

Oh T,

You make me blush and wish for things I can remember and dream for in my future. I would never chastise you for them.

💜 Moochie
 
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You’re on a trail somewhere right now
Making your way down hills and through valleys
I know you know well.

You ride confidently
And with purpose
To the top and back
As I do the same
From the driver’s seat of my car -

And fuck, Daddy…
How I wish my hand was yours
As we both dip in and out
Passing obstacles
Coming to climaxes
Together
But apart.

The pull you supply
Is a deep agony
To my heart.
 

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You’re on a trail somewhere right now
Making your way down hills and through valleys
I know you know well.

You ride confidently
And with purpose
To the top and back
As I do the same
From the driver’s seat of my car -

And fuck, Daddy…
How I wish my hand was yours
As we both dip in and out
Passing obstacles
Coming to climaxes
Together
But apart.

The pull you supply
Is a deep agony
To my heart.
Such a beautiful view, and your words, they make it so much more special... a wonderful story in picture and poem.
Love,
Thom
 
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You’re on a trail somewhere right now
Making your way down hills and through valleys
I know you know well.

You ride confidently
And with purpose
To the top and back
As I do the same
From the driver’s seat of my car -

And fuck, Daddy…
How I wish my hand was yours
As we both dip in and out
Passing obstacles
Coming to climaxes
Together
But apart.

The pull you supply
Is a deep agony
To my heart.
I do wish I was there
And we would share
I would feel your bare pair
And it would be a heated affair
 
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You’re on a trail somewhere right now
Making your way down hills and through valleys
I know you know well.

You ride confidently
And with purpose
To the top and back
As I do the same
From the driver’s seat of my car -

And fuck, Daddy…
How I wish my hand was yours
As we both dip in and out
Passing obstacles
Coming to climaxes
Together
But apart.

The pull you supply
Is a deep agony
To my heart.
Love the verses supporting the photo, or is it vice versa?
 
I do wish I was there
And we would share
I would feel your bare pair
And it would be a heated affair

Ha! This made me giggle. Thanks, Jox. 🌷

There’s something about front seat playtime that really does it for me. 😍

You don’t want to know how often this occurs for real real, then. 😉

Love the verses supporting the photo, or is it vice versa?

It’s a bit of both with this one, as it often is in the case of ‘which came first’ around here. 🌷
 
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You’re on a trail somewhere right now
Making your way down hills and through valleys
I know you know well.

You ride confidently
And with purpose
To the top and back
As I do the same
From the driver’s seat of my car -

And fuck, Daddy…
How I wish my hand was yours
As we both dip in and out
Passing obstacles
Coming to climaxes
Together
But apart.

The pull you supply
Is a deep agony
To my heart.
Car phone sex, perfect solution as a safe outdoor alternative. The pic shows your level of enjoyment.
 
The Downpour

the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble

she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble

my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
 

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The Downpour

the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble

she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble

my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
Wonderful words as always moochie! I would love it if you'd allow me to read one of your poems in my audio poetry thread one day!
And the accompnying picture makes me think you could be trouble as well ;)
Love,
Thom
 
The Downpour

the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble

she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble

my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
Pulls gently upon your hand, to draw you down into my ever waiting lap, so that I can enfold your nakedness within my powerful arms. Your head nestles against my chest and you listen to the soporific beat of my heart, loud and strong; racing a little, but that is no surprise. I squeeze your soft, suppleness a little tighter, resting my head upon yours and allow both of my hands to caress your curves tenderly, easing you out of your day's work, and into the arms of Morpheus.

Exert of T's dream..
Inspired by you M.
 
The Downpour

the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble

she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble

my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
More fun times, I tend to forget you are bi.
 
Wonderful words as always moochie! I would love it if you'd allow me to read one of your poems in my audio poetry thread one day!
And the accompanying picture makes me think you could be trouble as well ;)
Love,
Thom

Thanks, Thom. You can absolutely read any of my poems aloud, just please credit and let me know! As far as me being trouble… 😈😉

Pulls gently upon your hand, to draw you down into my ever waiting lap, so that I can enfold your nakedness within my powerful arms. Your head nestles against my chest and you listen to the soporific beat of my heart, loud and strong; racing a little, but that is no surprise. I squeeze your soft, suppleness a little tighter, resting my head upon yours and allow both of my hands to caress your curves tenderly, easing you out of your day's work, and into the arms of Morpheus.

Excerpt of T's dream..
Inspired by you M.

Sounds like a lovely dream, T. 🌷

More fun times, I tend to forget you are bi.

I find myself wanting to write less to the heteronormative view lately. It’s easy to forget my sexuality when I’m constantly writing about being hopelessly in love with a man… which I am. 🌷
 
Thanks, Thom. You can absolutely read any of my poems aloud, just please credit and let me know! As far as me being trouble… 😈😉



Sounds like a lovely dream, T. 🌷



I find myself wanting to write less to the heteronormative view lately. It’s easy to forget my sexuality when I’m constantly writing about being hopelessly in love with a man… which I am. 🌷
I have read out your last poem, I really love it!
Love,
thom

Post in thread 'Audio poetry' https://forum.literotica.com/threads/audio-poetry.1555923/post-96274508
 
The Downpour

the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble

she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble

my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
Warm rain is peaceful.
 
Preview

You’re on a trail somewhere right now
Making your way down hills and through valleys
I know you know well.

You ride confidently
And with purpose
To the top and back
As I do the same
From the driver’s seat of my car -

And fuck, Daddy…
How I wish my hand was yours
As we both dip in and out
Passing obstacles
Coming to climaxes
Together
But apart.

The pull you supply
Is a deep agony
To my heart.
Is this the road less traveled? You came to a fork in the road and took it. Yogi Berra
 
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The Downpour

the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble

she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble

my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
I can relate to most of the poem. Just never wore a dress. :) I’ve always enjoyed her lingering scent on my fingers.
 
The Downpour

the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble

she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble

my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
I love it when she pushes the boundaries to get in a bit of mischief 🔥 🔥 🔥 :devilish:
 
The Downpour

the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble

she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble

my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
Creates such a great picture!
 
I find myself wanting to write less to the heteronormative view lately. It’s easy to forget my sexuality when I’m constantly writing about being hopelessly in love with a man… which I am. 🌷

‘Heteronormative?’

Sometimes I forget that that’s a thing! :ROFLMAO: Thanks for walking the not-so-straight path, you’re great company 😊
 
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