Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

I will if I feel it is being accepted well. Lately I’ve felt a bit bottom-of-the-barrel here. Likely just my headspace, but literally being near the bottom of the page every time I have time to check doesn’t help. It’s a reminder that I’m not everyone’s cuppa. *shrug*

Anyway, thank you for the encouragement. 🌷
Come now Moochie, there is quality and there is quantity. With you, I get both.

I don't care where I find you on the page, as long as I find you.

T.
 
@allclad I am not looking for those details. I just wanna know the moves you used and how you got a blowjob by using my words. I’m just looking to get myself a bj here! (Also, at this point I’m 100% sure you’re lying to all of us if you don’t at least link to the piece that got you the bj).
 
Play it again

You make my mind dance
In the between and the
Right there with
Toes tapping, curling
All of the
Music unwritten
In soft laughter
Your hands pulling me closer
Taking me deeper
Into the bass
Into the distance
Into the past
Where our melody swells
Creates crescendos, crests
And leaves my body waiting
Without lyrics
But a whispered ghost
Of eyes where your hand once held
Of words where your kiss once fell
Of sighs where our music once played
 

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Sex dreams

push me back onto the mattress
rip the last layer of clothing from my skin
while my eyes tell you ‘yes’
my body squirms and wiggles
trying vaguely to get away

your hand on my breast
hard squeeze
keeping me in one place
as you lower your face next to mine
that sexsoaked voice
dripping into my ear
all the words
I don’t know I need to hear

your hand tugging of my hair
the arch of my back
hips pressed to yours
the slow, deep rhythmic rocking
so unbelievably close
exactly what we need
Damn, BabyGirl ... you're still rockin' it ... been awhile ... very vivid. Love it. Honey 💋
 
Play it again

You make my mind dance
In the between and the
Right there with
Toes tapping, curling
All of the
Music unwritten
In soft laughter
Your hands pulling me closer
Taking me deeper
Into the bass
Into the distance
Into the past
Where our melody swells
Creates crescendos, crests
And leaves my body waiting
Without lyrics
But a whispered ghost
Of eyes where your hand once held
Of words where your kiss once fell
Of sighs where our music once played
The ins and outs of your words drawing that picture of crescendos can only be enhanced with your Sexy Tail giving a wiggle.
 
Play it again

You make my mind dance
In the between and the
Right there with
Toes tapping, curling
All of the
Music unwritten
In soft laughter
Your hands pulling me closer
Taking me deeper
Into the bass
Into the distance
Into the past
Where our melody swells
Creates crescendos, crests
And leaves my body waiting
Without lyrics
But a whispered ghost
Of eyes where your hand once held
Of words where your kiss once fell
Of sighs where our music once played
Music, metaphors, and Moochie ass.

So much for me to love here.
 
Moochie, you bring so much joy with your words with your lovely pictures... and rare times I have hear your voice in songs.

Thank you for sharing yourself.

Hugs :kiss: :rose:

old borg fred

ps:another graft done on Friday need to smile thanks
 
Play it again

You make my mind dance
In the between and the
Right there with
Toes tapping, curling
All of the
Music unwritten
In soft laughter
Your hands pulling me closer
Taking me deeper
Into the bass
Into the distance
Into the past
Where our melody swells
Creates crescendos, crests
And leaves my body waiting
Without lyrics
But a whispered ghost
Of eyes where your hand once held
Of words where your kiss once fell
Of sighs where our music once played


In response, I'll use your words; You make my mind dance!
 
Sex dreams

push me back onto the mattress
rip the last layer of clothing from my skin
while my eyes tell you ‘yes’
my body squirms and wiggles
trying vaguely to get away

your hand on my breast
hard squeeze
keeping me in one place
as you lower your face next to mine
that sexsoaked voice
dripping into my ear
all the words
I don’t know I need to hear

your hand tugging of my hair
the arch of my back
hips pressed to yours
the slow, deep rhythmic rocking
so unbelievably close
exactly what we need

This was the bit of poetry I used, Moochie. She found it quite stimulating and I enjoyed the way she expressed that.
 
Play it again

You make my mind dance
In the between and the
Right there with
Toes tapping, curling
All of the
Music unwritten
In soft laughter
Your hands pulling me closer
Taking me deeper
Into the bass
Into the distance
Into the past
Where our melody swells
Creates crescendos, crests
And leaves my body waiting
Without lyrics
But a whispered ghost
Of eyes where your hand once held
Of words where your kiss once fell
Of sighs where our music once played

Lovely ass, dear.
 
Play it again

You make my mind dance
In the between and the
Right there with
Toes tapping, curling
All of the
Music unwritten
In soft laughter
Your hands pulling me closer
Taking me deeper
Into the bass
Into the distance
Into the past
Where our melody swells
Creates crescendos, crests
And leaves my body waiting
Without lyrics
But a whispered ghost
Of eyes where your hand once held
Of words where your kiss once fell
Of sighs where our music once played
Completing this image, for me, you understand, would be rose coloured bum cheeks, as the sweet expressive sound of smacking, leaves a ringing in your ears, a warm stinging within your skin and a panting in your chest.

Yep, that'll do it. Aside from that, you can't improve upon perfection.

T.
 
Moochie ever have a song come that instantly takes you to a place and time, makes ready for all the things with a partner in ways you write that last poem? crushed into a mattress, on a balcony, in the wood....we probably have that one song that evokes all the things. For me Brown-eyed Girl, Van Morrison takes me to beach at night, she was in charge of all.
 
Play it again

You make my mind dance
In the between and the
Right there with
Toes tapping, curling
All of the
Music unwritten
In soft laughter
Your hands pulling me closer
Taking me deeper
Into the bass
Into the distance
Into the past
Where our melody swells
Creates crescendos, crests
And leaves my body waiting
Without lyrics
But a whispered ghost
Of eyes where your hand once held
Of words where your kiss once fell
Of sighs where our music once played
Your words and picture are magic! 😻
 
Play it again

You make my mind dance
In the between and the
Right there with
Toes tapping, curling
All of the
Music unwritten
In soft laughter
Your hands pulling me closer
Taking me deeper
Into the bass
Into the distance
Into the past
Where our melody swells
Creates crescendos, crests
And leaves my body waiting
Without lyrics
But a whispered ghost
Of eyes where your hand once held
Of words where your kiss once fell
Of sighs where our music once played
Just once? I don’t believe once would be satisfactory. ;)
 
Moochie

The way you weave words always leaves me in awe.
The best I have cum up with so far:

Pork is Pork
Veal is Veal
What is a kiss
Without a feel
 
Moochie, you bring so much joy with your words with your lovely pictures... and rare times I have hear your voice in songs.

Thank you for sharing yourself.

Hugs :kiss: :rose:

old borg fred

ps:another graft done on Friday need to smile thanks

You’re more than welcome, Fred. 🌷💜

PS: I’m so happy everything is progressing well for you!
 
This was the bit of poetry I used, Moochie. She found it quite stimulating and I enjoyed the way she expressed that.

For everyone following this story line, allclad has used a piece I wrote only last month and was referred to in a comment right above… use this knowledge how you wish. *coughhe’stoteslying,right?cough*

Lovely ass, dear.

Yes, this comment is how we know.
 
Completing this image, for me, you understand, would be rose coloured bum cheeks, as the sweet expressive sound of smacking, leaves a ringing in your ears, a warm stinging within your skin and a panting in your chest.

Yep, that'll do it. Aside from that, you can't improve upon perfection.

T.

I completely agree that this sounds like a great image. Thank you for your thoughts, T. 🌷
 
Play it again
And leaves my body waiting
Without lyrics
But a whispered ghost
Of eyes where your hand once held
Of words where your kiss once fell
Of sighs where our music once played

These words are sticking with me. Captures how I am feeling about someone I will never play for again.

As always - words and photos that touch.
 
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