Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

[412len]

Honeys Thought

Hmmm... maybe I am just talking to myself and no one wants to see me naked... *ponders this*

... if they don't, they're blind.
Totally sexy.

 

[FortybutNice]

Good morning to you, KinkEnglish. I’m glad you liked my pics yesterday... how about I knock us up another knotch today? Shall I be naked in heels?

Naked in heels sounds amazing!!! I’m sorry I don’t get online often these days. I miss you and your musings

 

[Moochienanu]

Shall we?..

Oooooo... such a sophisticated outfit! I would love to see what else you would put me in...

 

[Moochienanu]

I wouldn’t be human if I didn’t say ‘yes’

There’s one vote in the ‘yes’ column...

 

[Kinkenglish]

There’s one vote in the ‘yes’ column...

Do I get to vote more than once ?

 

[Moochienanu]

I would totally love to see you "naked in heels," as you were made for heels (giggles) and this being said ...

... if they don't, they're blind.
Totally sexy.

Awe! Bless you, Honey. I do love (and live in) my heels...glad to hear you think I’m made for them *grin*

Hmmm... I do think sensory deprivation is fun... perhaps something more about that soon...

 

[Moochienanu]

Naked in heels sounds amazing!!! I’m sorry I don’t get online often these days. I miss you and your musings

I was going to post in the “litters that you miss” about you yesterday! As long as you’re having fun (and stopping by to say “hi” when you can), I’m a happy Moochie.

Do I get to vote more than once ?

I think... Yes!

 

[Polarity]

Another vote for the heels....as your entire costume.
Absolutely I want you naked in heels!

 

[Moochienanu]

I am the worst at phone sex.

This is super embarrassing, but I’m just going to come out and say it: I’m terrible at phone sex. Like, so bad I don’t have a clue why people still try so hard to attempt it with me (or why He still likes to voice with me when we get too hot and heavy for sexting. I am so grateful He does, but still don’t know why).

I know, you think I’m crazy, right? How can a little girl like me, with such a command of language in text be anything but amazing at phone sex? Well, I’ve come to the realization that there are some inherent problems in how I enjoy the other person and my ability to process language and the pleasure together.

I rock the sexting game. I can roleplay an incredible sexual encounter with Him via messaging, finding just the right words to make both of us feel amazing. The problem comes when I have to vocalize my thoughts. He can articulate verbally all sorts of elaborate things about how he wants to see and feel me... but me? In return, I get all woogly hearing Him describe how He wants to bend me in half so He can spank and bite my ass to the point that I can’t put a fucking coherent sentence together past “oh Gods, I wanna... fuck yes” which I don’t know if that should even count.

I can be loud. Oh, I can get really boisterous sometimes on complete accident (I apologize often to my husband for waking him while he’s asleep upstairs and I’m phone chatting downstairs). I can’t, however, carry over my graphic, descriptive dirty talk from text to verbal.

Some of the things I *do* say while I phone sex:
Oh!
Fuck yes!
Mmmmm! Yes!
Oh god!
Oh god, yes!
YES
Fuck!
Oh I...
Fuck!
I’m so close!
Don’t stop...
Oh wow!
*whimpering*
mmmm...
Yes!
Uhhhh...
Fuuuucccckk...
I’m going to...
Yeah.
Yes.
Oh FUCK!
...
Can I cum?
Please?
Please?
Ohhhhh...

You get the picture. Not really anything as in-depth or sexy as it could be. Just enough to get my point across. No explicit explanation of how my body would react to His with thrusting hips and moistening lips. No descriptive language about how my tongue and throat would create the magical circumstances culminating in His hedonistic bliss. None of it. I can’t make it happen outside of my head. There is a complete disconnect between my brain and my mouth once I’ve started really enjoying the His voice, which is almost immediately... and as soon as He says the magical words? I’m lost to anything else.

To make matters worse, I usually forget to breathe when I’m cumming. Apparently this is hot when you’re actually sleeping with me... or maybe even on video (*looks at You* I’ve never asked about this, is it?... I mean, I can see how watching me writhe and turn colors while not making much of a noise could be quite amusing for You... and you say I sound amazing when I cum... but do you hear it? Or is it the absence of sound that makes it good?). The problem I have is, I can cum harder than a sheltered little Christian girl on prom night and I can do so without making a peep. I feel like I might as well be the silent partner on the other side of the phone collecting all the profits and producing nothing in reciprocity. I am unable to answer questions when I’m cumming, which can be pretty unnerving when it comes out of nowhere and takes me out of the conversation for a half a minute or longer.

An example of a portion of phone sex session:

Him: Now I stand above you. Seeing you there, I need you. I kneel between your thighs, holding your hips down with with my body weight, I lean down and kiss the inside of your right thigh. [beat] Don’t you move those hips, Kitten.
Me: mmmmm... yes.
Him: I kiss slowly to your center, slowly I press my tongue against your clit. Those hips, Kitten, don’t you move them as I make circles there with my tongue. Feel my groans on you there.
Me: oh, fuck! Mmmm... oh...
Him: My hands work around your hips and under your ass, bringing your delicious cunt closer, my tongue plunging into you.
Me: oh Daddy... I’m...
Him: You need to cum there, don’t you Kitten? On my tongue?
Me: ... [already cumming]
Him: Would you like that?
Me: ... [nodding and still cumming]
Him: Are you still there?
Me: ... [still unable to breathe]
Him: did... are you cumming and you didn’t ask first?
Me: [whimpering, breathy with all the thoughts] sorry... I... oh fuck, Daddy... I’m gonna... cum... again... may I? Please?

Yeah. I am really terrible at phone sex... but I look good in heels:

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture

 

[Moochienanu]

Another vote for the heels....as your entire costume.
Absolutely I want you naked in heels!

As you wish. (See above)

 

[Kinkenglish]

There’s one vote in the ‘yes’ column...

A second vote

 

[Polarity]

As you wish. (See above)

Yay!!
And your phone sex seems damn fine to me.
I'd get by just fine with what you're providing there
Most would I'd think

 

[Kinkenglish]

Oh my gawd!!
Sexy in heels or what ??
Love the naked heels pic

(And your phone sex discourse is spot on x)

 

[Polranny]

Forget phone sex, that's one of the finest bodies on Lit

 

[30bandits]

you look great in heels....

 

[Willingtoshare]

This is super embarrassing, but I’m just going to come out and say it: I’m terrible at phone sex. Like, so bad I don’t have a clue why people still try so hard to attempt it with me (or why He still likes to voice with me when we get too hot and heavy for sexting. I am so grateful He does, but still don’t know why).

I know, you think I’m crazy, right? How can a little girl like me, with such a command of language in text be anything but amazing at phone sex? Well, I’ve come to the realization that there are some inherent problems in how I enjoy the other person and my ability to process language and the pleasure together.

I rock the sexting game. I can roleplay an incredible sexual encounter with Him via messaging, finding just the right words to make both of us feel amazing. The problem comes when I have to vocalize my thoughts. He can articulate verbally all sorts of elaborate things about how he wants to see and feel me... but me? In return, I get all woogly hearing Him describe how He wants to bend me in half so He can spank and bite my ass to the point that I can’t put a fucking coherent sentence together past “oh Gods, I wanna... fuck yes” which I don’t know if that should even count.

I can be loud. Oh, I can get really boisterous sometimes on complete accident (I apologize often to my husband for waking him while he’s asleep upstairs and I’m phone chatting downstairs). I can’t, however, carry over my graphic, descriptive dirty talk from text to verbal.

Some of the things I *do* say while I phone sex:
Oh!
Fuck yes!
Mmmmm! Yes!
Oh god!
Oh god, yes!
YES
Fuck!
Oh I...
Fuck!
I’m so close!
Don’t stop...
Oh wow!
*whimpering*
mmmm...
Yes!
Uhhhh...
Fuuuucccckk...
I’m going to...
Yeah.
Yes.
Oh FUCK!
...
Can I cum?
Please?
Please?
Ohhhhh...

You get the picture. Not really anything as in-depth or sexy as it could be. Just enough to get my point across. No explicit explanation of how my body would react to His with thrusting hips and moistening lips. No descriptive language about how my tongue and throat would create the magical circumstances culminating in His hedonistic bliss. None of it. I can’t make it happen outside of my head. There is a complete disconnect between my brain and my mouth once I’ve started really enjoying the His voice, which is almost immediately... and as soon as He says the magical words? I’m lost to anything else.

To make matters worse, I usually forget to breathe when I’m cumming. Apparently this is hot when you’re actually sleeping with me... or maybe even on video (*looks at You* I’ve never asked about this, is it?... I mean, I can see how watching me writhe and turn colors while not making much of a noise could be quite amusing for You... and you say I sound amazing when I cum... but do you hear it? Or is it the absence of sound that makes it good?). The problem I have is, I can cum harder than a sheltered little Christian girl on prom night and I can do so without making a peep. I feel like I might as well be the silent partner on the other side of the phone collecting all the profits and producing nothing in reciprocity. I am unable to answer questions when I’m cumming, which can be pretty unnerving when it comes out of nowhere and takes me out of the conversation for a half a minute or longer.

An example of a portion of phone sex session:

Him: Now I stand above you. Seeing you there, I need you. I kneel between your thighs, holding your hips down with with my body weight, I lean down and kiss the inside of your right thigh. [beat] Don’t you move those hips, Kitten.
Me: mmmmm... yes.
Him: I kiss slowly to your center, slowly I press my tongue against your clit. Those hips, Kitten, don’t you move them as I make circles there with my tongue. Feel my groans on you there.
Me: oh, fuck! Mmmm... oh...
Him: My hands work around your hips and under your ass, bringing your delicious cunt closer, my tongue plunging into you.
Me: oh Daddy... I’m...
Him: You need to cum there, don’t you Kitten? On my tongue?
Me: ... [already cumming]
Him: Would you like that?
Me: ... [nodding and still cumming]
Him: Are you still there?
Me: ... [still unable to breathe]
Him: did... are you cumming and you didn’t ask first?
Me: [whimpering, breathy with all the thoughts] sorry... I... oh fuck, Daddy... I’m gonna... cum... again... may I? Please?

Yeah. I am really terrible at phone sex... but I look good in heels:

Oh fuuuccckkk....I have no other words...

 

[412len]

Honeys Perceptions

This is super embarrassing, but I’m just going to come out and say it: I’m terrible at phone sex. [Sic] Yeah. I am really terrible at phone sex... but I look good in heels:

omfg ... I just read that 2x (pmsl). You're a trip, a wonderful delightfully delicious trip. I loved it, every minute, every word, and there's nothing wrong with "being on the receiving end," now, is there? That's the delight in becoming lost in your fantasy as they orchestrate towards the crescendo ... as for the heels, "smexy," and the rest, such an appealing sugar coated piece of eye-candy. (giggles) You might Express yourself with words but your body speaks for itself. Excuse me while I salivate.

 

[Shyguy1369]

Yeah. I am really terrible at phone sex... but I look good in heels:

You may be terrible at phone sex, but my gawd are you so sexy and desirable naked... and in heels. So erotic and truly arousing. I'm on my break on a very tough day at work, and you definitely made this day better. Only thing better would be actually being intimate with you

 

[WoodenVibrator]

I’m pretty terrible at phone sex as well. We should probably not do it together. Please stop asking. I’m flattered, but I just can’t do it.

Heels and nudity are a good combo on you.

 

[kingfupa]

Sweetheart, you could read cookie recipes during phone sex and still be sexy. You are stunning.

 

[sexywriterfla]

This is super embarrassing, but I’m just going to come out and say it: I’m terrible at phone sex. Like, so bad I don’t have a clue why people still try so hard to attempt it with me (or why He still likes to voice with me when we get too hot and heavy for sexting. I am so grateful He does, but still don’t know why).

I know, you think I’m crazy, right? How can a little girl like me, with such a command of language in text be anything but amazing at phone sex? Well, I’ve come to the realization that there are some inherent problems in how I enjoy the other person and my ability to process language and the pleasure together.

I rock the sexting game. I can roleplay an incredible sexual encounter with Him via messaging, finding just the right words to make both of us feel amazing. The problem comes when I have to vocalize my thoughts. He can articulate verbally all sorts of elaborate things about how he wants to see and feel me... but me? In return, I get all woogly hearing Him describe how He wants to bend me in half so He can spank and bite my ass to the point that I can’t put a fucking coherent sentence together past “oh Gods, I wanna... fuck yes” which I don’t know if that should even count.

I can be loud. Oh, I can get really boisterous sometimes on complete accident (I apologize often to my husband for waking him while he’s asleep upstairs and I’m phone chatting downstairs). I can’t, however, carry over my graphic, descriptive dirty talk from text to verbal.

Some of the things I *do* say while I phone sex:
Oh!
Fuck yes!
Mmmmm! Yes!
Oh god!
Oh god, yes!
YES
Fuck!
Oh I...
Fuck!
I’m so close!
Don’t stop...
Oh wow!
*whimpering*
mmmm...
Yes!
Uhhhh...
Fuuuucccckk...
I’m going to...
Yeah.
Yes.
Oh FUCK!
...
Can I cum?
Please?
Please?
Ohhhhh...

You get the picture. Not really anything as in-depth or sexy as it could be. Just enough to get my point across. No explicit explanation of how my body would react to His with thrusting hips and moistening lips. No descriptive language about how my tongue and throat would create the magical circumstances culminating in His hedonistic bliss. None of it. I can’t make it happen outside of my head. There is a complete disconnect between my brain and my mouth once I’ve started really enjoying the His voice, which is almost immediately... and as soon as He says the magical words? I’m lost to anything else.

To make matters worse, I usually forget to breathe when I’m cumming. Apparently this is hot when you’re actually sleeping with me... or maybe even on video (*looks at You* I’ve never asked about this, is it?... I mean, I can see how watching me writhe and turn colors while not making much of a noise could be quite amusing for You... and you say I sound amazing when I cum... but do you hear it? Or is it the absence of sound that makes it good?). The problem I have is, I can cum harder than a sheltered little Christian girl on prom night and I can do so without making a peep. I feel like I might as well be the silent partner on the other side of the phone collecting all the profits and producing nothing in reciprocity. I am unable to answer questions when I’m cumming, which can be pretty unnerving when it comes out of nowhere and takes me out of the conversation for a half a minute or longer.

An example of a portion of phone sex session:

Him: Now I stand above you. Seeing you there, I need you. I kneel between your thighs, holding your hips down with with my body weight, I lean down and kiss the inside of your right thigh. [beat] Don’t you move those hips, Kitten.
Me: mmmmm... yes.
Him: I kiss slowly to your center, slowly I press my tongue against your clit. Those hips, Kitten, don’t you move them as I make circles there with my tongue. Feel my groans on you there.
Me: oh, fuck! Mmmm... oh...
Him: My hands work around your hips and under your ass, bringing your delicious cunt closer, my tongue plunging into you.
Me: oh Daddy... I’m...
Him: You need to cum there, don’t you Kitten? On my tongue?
Me: ... [already cumming]
Him: Would you like that?
Me: ... [nodding and still cumming]
Him: Are you still there?
Me: ... [still unable to breathe]
Him: did... are you cumming and you didn’t ask first?
Me: [whimpering, breathy with all the thoughts] sorry... I... oh fuck, Daddy... I’m gonna... cum... again... may I? Please?

Yeah. I am really terrible at phone sex... but I look good in heels:

You are adorable. Always enjoy reading your musings. As for you in heels. Fuck. Yes. Rawwr!

 

[draconus_infernus]

This is super embarrassing, but I’m just going to come out and say it: I’m terrible at phone sex. Like, so bad I don’t have a clue why people still try so hard to attempt it with me (or why He still likes to voice with me when we get too hot and heavy for sexting. I am so grateful He does, but still don’t know why).

I know, you think I’m crazy, right? How can a little girl like me, with such a command of language in text be anything but amazing at phone sex? Well, I’ve come to the realization that there are some inherent problems in how I enjoy the other person and my ability to process language and the pleasure together.

I rock the sexting game. I can roleplay an incredible sexual encounter with Him via messaging, finding just the right words to make both of us feel amazing. The problem comes when I have to vocalize my thoughts. He can articulate verbally all sorts of elaborate things about how he wants to see and feel me... but me? In return, I get all woogly hearing Him describe how He wants to bend me in half so He can spank and bite my ass to the point that I can’t put a fucking coherent sentence together past “oh Gods, I wanna... fuck yes” which I don’t know if that should even count.

I can be loud. Oh, I can get really boisterous sometimes on complete accident (I apologize often to my husband for waking him while he’s asleep upstairs and I’m phone chatting downstairs). I can’t, however, carry over my graphic, descriptive dirty talk from text to verbal.

Some of the things I *do* say while I phone sex:
Oh!
Fuck yes!
Mmmmm! Yes!
Oh god!
Oh god, yes!
YES
Fuck!
Oh I...
Fuck!
I’m so close!
Don’t stop...
Oh wow!
*whimpering*
mmmm...
Yes!
Uhhhh...
Fuuuucccckk...
I’m going to...
Yeah.
Yes.
Oh FUCK!
...
Can I cum?
Please?
Please?
Ohhhhh...

You get the picture. Not really anything as in-depth or sexy as it could be. Just enough to get my point across. No explicit explanation of how my body would react to His with thrusting hips and moistening lips. No descriptive language about how my tongue and throat would create the magical circumstances culminating in His hedonistic bliss. None of it. I can’t make it happen outside of my head. There is a complete disconnect between my brain and my mouth once I’ve started really enjoying the His voice, which is almost immediately... and as soon as He says the magical words? I’m lost to anything else.

To make matters worse, I usually forget to breathe when I’m cumming. Apparently this is hot when you’re actually sleeping with me... or maybe even on video (*looks at You* I’ve never asked about this, is it?... I mean, I can see how watching me writhe and turn colors while not making much of a noise could be quite amusing for You... and you say I sound amazing when I cum... but do you hear it? Or is it the absence of sound that makes it good?). The problem I have is, I can cum harder than a sheltered little Christian girl on prom night and I can do so without making a peep. I feel like I might as well be the silent partner on the other side of the phone collecting all the profits and producing nothing in reciprocity. I am unable to answer questions when I’m cumming, which can be pretty unnerving when it comes out of nowhere and takes me out of the conversation for a half a minute or longer.

An example of a portion of phone sex session:

Him: Now I stand above you. Seeing you there, I need you. I kneel between your thighs, holding your hips down with with my body weight, I lean down and kiss the inside of your right thigh. [beat] Don’t you move those hips, Kitten.
Me: mmmmm... yes.
Him: I kiss slowly to your center, slowly I press my tongue against your clit. Those hips, Kitten, don’t you move them as I make circles there with my tongue. Feel my groans on you there.
Me: oh, fuck! Mmmm... oh...
Him: My hands work around your hips and under your ass, bringing your delicious cunt closer, my tongue plunging into you.
Me: oh Daddy... I’m...
Him: You need to cum there, don’t you Kitten? On my tongue?
Me: ... [already cumming]
Him: Would you like that?
Me: ... [nodding and still cumming]
Him: Are you still there?
Me: ... [still unable to breathe]
Him: did... are you cumming and you didn’t ask first?
Me: [whimpering, breathy with all the thoughts] sorry... I... oh fuck, Daddy... I’m gonna... cum... again... may I? Please?

Yeah. I am really terrible at phone sex... but I look good in heels:

You look amazing in heels

 

[Todger65]

Phone sex!

I am similar in that I’m fine with sexting, but find phone difficult for two reasons, one is my brain and tongue don’t connect quick enough, but mainly that I don’t hear words clear enough due to my hearing, therefore some responses are out of synch with the incoming.

I have carried out live video sex where I am in control as you might say, guiding her actions to which her spoken responses are not so important as the visual telling me all I wish to know about her progress and when to up, or down her actions. But the one thing that I really do enjoy, as you mention in your post, is that I really love watching facial expressions and uncontrollable sounds leading to, the orgasm and coming down after.

You are not alone in your short one or two word responses, that don’t fit in with what you are hearing, although not really hearing, as you rise to that uncontrollable peak.

That’s is a gorgeous photo you attached.

 

[412len]

Phone Sex 20th Century

~ring-ring~

"Hello?"

(slight pause) "I wanna have phone sex."

(quick reply) "Okay. Stick your dick thru the phone."

~click~

 

[AngelicaS1780]

I am such an awful shopper, though... it took me forever to pick out my last dress I bought (I will post a pic soon probably) because I kept trying on larger sizes and things just didn’t look right. I learn a lesson every time I go shopping, but my indecisive nature and my need to just not be around strangers usually wins out. Online shopping, though? Yes please!
Shall we?..

Wow. You look fantastic. Love the outfit.