Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

[Willingtoshare]

As the person I am, overthinking just happens. The good news is that I get lots of great fodder to overthink about these days as opposed to overthinking pictures I take of my semi-nude body... so yay!

It’s been a good day overall, or maybe I’m trying to convince myself it’s been good?
Woke at about 0300 because my body fucking hates me.
Played first thing with Him once He woke up (because we both needed it... and why not?)
On a train with a toddler for four hours.
Quick shopping trip with the sister for basics to survive the weekend at her place (she doesn’t drink coffee. Or alcohol. She goes to church. She has never had a boyfriend. She has no idea I’m the way I am and would never accept it. And she is the best, sweetest aunt ever to my child... so I deal with that other shit.)
Found out I get to sleep on My Little Pony sheets for the weekend (squee! Did I mention my sister never grew up... so yay!)
Told Him about the sheets and ended up playing to climax again while trying to be as quiet as possible because child and sister in the other room.
Went to the Y and swam for two hours.
Just got back to my sister’s and I’m fucking beat.
Hoping maybe to get a message from Him if He gets up from a nap... if I closed my eyes right now I would sleep until tomorrow...


I think it’s definitely sweater weather. Don’t you agree?

I think I’m overthinking too much as to what lies beneath that sweater, and some.

 

[heathrowinneo]

As the person I am, overthinking just happens. The good news is that I get lots of great fodder to overthink about these days as opposed to overthinking pictures I take of my semi-nude body... so yay!

It’s been a good day overall, or maybe I’m trying to convince myself it’s been good?
Woke at about 0300 because my body fucking hates me.
Played first thing with Him once He woke up (because we both needed it... and why not?)
On a train with a toddler for four hours.
Quick shopping trip with the sister for basics to survive the weekend at her place (she doesn’t drink coffee. Or alcohol. She goes to church. She has never had a boyfriend. She has no idea I’m the way I am and would never accept it. And she is the best, sweetest aunt ever to my child... so I deal with that other shit.)
Found out I get to sleep on My Little Pony sheets for the weekend (squee! Did I mention my sister never grew up... so yay!)
Told Him about the sheets and ended up playing to climax again while trying to be as quiet as possible because child and sister in the other room.
Went to the Y and swam for two hours.
Just got back to my sister’s and I’m fucking beat.
Hoping maybe to get a message from Him if He gets up from a nap... if I closed my eyes right now I would sleep until tomorrow...


I think it’s definitely sweater weather. Don’t you agree?

hmmm stop over-thinking and keep that sweater like that or even open more... very erotic... would love to do a photoshoot with you...

 

[Moochienanu]

Mmmmm lovely. Adorably sexy.

*smile* Thank you!

Moochie, you have that effect on me, and I'm sure many others. You are not only a truly desirable woman, but you can be that sexy without too much effort. That being said, I'm sorry you are not feeling that way, that you feel a bit drab. I understand about having to be 'adult' like, and doing things you need to do as opposed to things you want to do. ((HUGGLES))
You may never understand how alluring and sensual and desirable you are to me (and others I'm sure), but you truly are a unique, amazing, special, sweet, intelligent, sexy and unforgettable woman.
❤

Sometimes adulting is necessary... I think there will be lots of fun with my family (today may be the zoo!!!!) but at the same time, I am feeling like I don’t really want to do any of it. Feels a bit like a chore. I would much rather be snuggling with Him, not having to be social or get dressed. *shrug* preferences. I actually think my biggest hurdle in my brain is that I don’t think a promise is going to be kept, and that’s the part I’m trying to get over in my brain and decide if it’s as important as I want to make it. Always love the hugs.

Lovely words and exquisite image.

Glad you enjoy it. Thoughts feel like they’re tumbling out these days. Not always in a reasonable fashion.

I feel selfish and grumpy today

Good, nothing I like better than good bollocking

bollocking noun [ C ] uk ​ /ˈbɒl.ə.kɪŋ/ us ​ /ˈbɑː.lə.kɪŋ/ UK offensive. angry words spoken to someone who has done something wrong: She gave me a right bollocking

Do you enjoy receiving, giving, or watching? I can oblige for any one of these, I think.

Moochie,

The views in both pics are many things (evocative, fun, lovely, playful, seructive, etc.) but is that a TMNT bandaid or is it some other cartoon character? If I thought they made Invade Zim bandaids I might guess that as well. Irony would be a Veggie Tales bandaid.

Cheers

HR,

Thank you, first, for such sweet words of compliment. My bandages had The Grinch on them, as packages of bandaids can be more precious than stickers at times in a house with a toddler. I had discovered that trampolines bite (or at least rub you the wrong way) when you land and slide a bit, and said toddler needed to nurse Mum back to a better mood with any bandaid available. Invader zim or TNMT would have been way cooler, but I like Seuss, so I wore them with pride. Veggie Tales would be hilarious, you’re very right in that. I don’t think we’ve ever watched those in our house... wonder why

Moochie

Digging that new avatar. Velvet looks awesome on you. And a great colour too
Been liking pretty much everything you do.
Easily pleased or you're setting high standards?

I’m glad everyone is enjoying the new av. I think I’ll keep it a while then.
Also makes me happy to know I’m not mucking things up too much and you’re liking a bit of my things.
Could it be a bit of both? Who cares, let’s just have fun!

 

[Moochienanu]

There are three types of teddies in this world:
Roosevelt
Lingerie
Bears

I’m a fan of all three.

Today’s story time brought to you by a Manni, my teddy bear.

I am, and have always been little. We already kinda went over this, but I thought reiteration probably important for those just joining us and a bit of a segue into my explanation of Manni’s existence. You see, I was given Manni as a graduation present from High school. Back in the day, when I was in 8th grade, I saw my first flaccid cock that wasn’t a brother’s. I feel like this story is getting pulled down a rabbit hole already... how do I pull it out? Eh, let’s just talk about the teddy. But to talk about Manni I have to tell you about this guy...

So I was big in community theatre. I was an aspiring actress and I used to have a pretty decent singing voice too. I went out for and got in every musical I wanted: Oliver (Yes, I played a boy and was main billing), The Sound of Music, Babes in Arms, Bye Bye Birdie, etc. I always wanted the older roles, but usually got cast in the “younger” main role due to my face and size.

It was in Bye Bye Birdie that I met my senior buddy. Tall, handsome, Italian, with a voice of an angel and hands that could literally scoop me up and plop me wherever he liked. *takes a moment for those hands*. So, I was going into my freshman year of high school, as was one of my female friends at the time, and he and his best friend were going into their senior year. The high school had this thing where you either got to pick a senior to be your buddy or you were assigned one. I asked Italian man to be my buddy (duh) and he said only if his friend got to be my other friend’s buddy too. So I hooked that up (and those two did actually hook up in a tent once everyone was consenting age and whatnot... but that is another story).

Italian man and I were actually great friends. His girlfriend was a bit of a bitch, but he played my dad in my first high school play and that was nice. Spin the bottle back stage was delightful, but the kibosh was placed on that after the technical director saw us play one time... apparently kissing another woman’s boobs is not a thing for backstage high school theater? At the end of the year I watched my Italian man graduate and go off to be in the military. He was sent to Germany and then Iraq for a while. We kept in touch via email. He professed how he actually couldn’t stand his wife (that bitch girlfriend from high school... “sweethearts” my ass) and wished he hadn’t knocked her up. I sympathized in as many ways as I could (I was dating a redhead at the time, so I was good) and we continued writing.

In my senior year we lost touch a bit. Most of my friends being older than me meant that they were all doing things with their lives while I was still stuck in high school. My freshman buddy was a girl I rode the bus to school with, so that was good. I won’t say I gave up on myself, but that year was a difficult one. Lots of things going on at home, and I avoided going home and when I was home I stayed in my room. I got my own computer for Christmas that year complete with dial up. I joined yahoo, I learned how to type faster. I learned my body was rocking and that older guys liked when I showed them things.

I got an email from the Italian man. He was back in the country for May and could he see me? I was... I don’t even know what I was... nervous? I was different, he was too. We stood on my front lawn and he kissed me. The first time a married man kissed me. It was... a really great kiss. He gave me Manni, sighting that he saw him in a store and said he wanted to be with me. Italian man said he wanted to b with me too, but that Manni would have to do for now.

I heard from him twice more. He sent me audio of him singing a song for me. When you say nothing at all... good song.

Then this past year. A friend of a friend saw Manni and I on the train and told him about it. He messaged me on the fb:

Him: Hey Gorgeous. I hear you still have that bear I gave you.

Me: ... yeah. I’m a grown woman who carries around a stuffed bear as company *posturing* what’re you gonna do about it?!

Him: Hug you? It makes me happy. I like that you have a bit of me in your life still.

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture

 

[Moochienanu]

Another morning
Spent in your arms
Was exactly
What I needed.
Where I wanted to be.
Finding you in the dark of the morning
Blinking sleep away
Bodies tired
But always needing touch
That connection
Between us:
Your hand on my curves
My bottom pressed into your side.
Warm
Tender
Soft

Good Morning, indeed.

 

[Todger65]

Hi Moochie,
I loved hearing about visiting your sister and that you had some enjoyable time with ‘Him’ whilst lying on ‘my little pony’ sheets. That contours up a beautiful sight for me.

A good story about Manni, your bear, and that you still have him and that he can bring back good memories.

My son, now into his 40’s was given a panda stuffie by his grandad. Unfortunately grandad died a few years after, but panda went everywhere with my son, even to university. When he met his, now wife, and they were talking of getting married, she had to agree that panda could sit on the bedside table to watch over him. If she had said no, I know he wouldn’t have got married to her. It is a constant memory of his short life knowing his grandad. Panda suffered all sorts of indignities, including being made up to look like Adam Ant (singer in the 80’s) during its life, and his own two kids can look but are not allowed to play with it.

 

[Moochienanu]

Wow that is gorgeous pic

Thank you. Careful, I blush easily.

Definitely sweater weather.
Sounds like you had quite the day. How you can enjoy the weekend at your sisters. I expect you may be busier than usual and here less this weekend, but when you are around, I'll look forward to reading and seeing what you share.

It was a very full day. Thankful for my family (especially my sisters) being close enough to visit... but yes, I’m definitely busy. Some much needed less time here is definitely happening (hence why I’m just now getting to these comments).

Always interesting. You do pack a lot in to your day and your life. Am enjoying the sharing.
Do very much enjoy seeing you in and out of things though.
My god those breasts

This is definitely not a typical weekend, but I think the next few weekends are going to be less than typical... more on that soon.

Oooomph! Gorgeous as usual

Awe! Thank you, Darling. *blows kisses*

Mmmmm. Rings a bell. :

Ding-a-ling? (Sorry, couldn’t help it! )

I think I’m overthinking too much as to what lies beneath that sweater, and some.

I think we should explore your overthinking a bit more, don’t you?

hmmm stop over-thinking and keep that sweater like that or even open more... very erotic... would love to do a photoshoot with you...

I have never actually don’t any erotic photo shoots with anyone other than myself or my husband involved.... well... there was this one guy who liked pics (which are NSFL [not safe for lit])... and I have spoken with a couple people who have made the same (or similar) insinuation about a shoot with me... so I guess I’m trying to say I really don’t know how I would be during a shoot with someone else behind the camera. Would I be as comfortable?

 

[InTheFade]

Quick shopping trip with the sister for basics to survive the weekend at her place (she doesn’t drink coffee. Or alcohol. She goes to church.


I think it’s definitely sweater weather. Don’t you agree?

Entertained two different ways by this post.

 

[Willingtoshare]

I think we should explore your overthinking a bit more, don’t you?

*smiles and nods...

 

[Shyguy1369]

Sometimes adulting is necessary... I think there will be lots of fun with my family (today may be the zoo!!!!) but at the same time, I am feeling like I don’t really want to do any of it. Feels a bit like a chore. I would much rather be snuggling with Him, not having to be social or get dressed. *shrug* preferences. I actually think my biggest hurdle in my brain is that I don’t think a promise is going to be kept, and that’s the part I’m trying to get over in my brain and decide if it’s as important as I want to make it. Always love the hugs.

Yes, adulting is definitely a necessary evil sometimes lol.
I don't mind going to the zoo if I know I can do everything I want to do at my own pace, and leave when I want to. I know if I was lucky enough to be 'Him', I wouldn't mind being snuggled up with you either... but then again, there is that adulting thing too. I hope your promise was kept, but from your pessimism, it seems you don't expect it.
As for the hugs... they are yours when ever you want them Moochie.

Today’s story time brought to you by a Manni, my teddy bear.

That is truly a wonderful story, and a great teddy bear. I had a teddy bear (though not even close to the same kind of story) from the day I was born until I was about 23. Then in a move... he was lost

Another morning
Spent in your arms
Was exactly
What I needed.
Where I wanted to be.
Finding you in the dark of the morning
Blinking sleep away
Bodies tired
But always needing touch
That connection
Between us:
Your hand on my curves
My bottom pressed into your side.
Warm
Tender
Soft

Good Morning, indeed.

Sounds like a truly wonderful morning for the both of you. Definitely miss mornings like that. Been a bit of a difficult month and few days this year so far.

It was a very full day. Thankful for my family (especially my sisters) being close enough to visit... but yes, I’m definitely busy. Some much needed less time here is definitely happening (hence why I’m just now getting to these comments).

I am always pleased to see a response from you, and going back to a previous topic: Sometimes less time here is a good thing in the adulting capacity. I hope you enjoy your weekend, and maybe get another morning of snuggling with 'Him'.

((HUGGLES))

 

[Proactive_boy]

Another morning
Spent in your arms
Was exactly
What I needed.
Where I wanted to be.
Finding you in the dark of the morning
Blinking sleep away
Bodies tired
But always needing touch
That connection
Between us:
Your hand on my curves
My bottom pressed into your side.
Warm
Tender
Soft

Good Morning, indeed.

Another morning,
Spent in your thoughts,
Sometimes I think,
Is exactly what I need.
You are my sunshine,
As I wake up, your smile taking away the tiredness,
Your touch bringing forth joy.
Between us, your soft hands,
I can't miss the curve in your smile,
indeed I could get used to a morning like that.

 

[devilsanus]

Today’s story time brought to you by a Manni, my teddy bear.

I am, and have always been little. We already kinda went over this, but I thought reiteration probably important for those just joining us and a bit of a segue into my explanation of Manni’s existence. You see, I was given Manni as a graduation present from High school. Back in the day, when I was in 8th grade, I saw my first flaccid cock that wasn’t a brother’s. I feel like this story is getting pulled down a rabbit hole already... how do I pull it out? Eh, let’s just talk about the teddy. But to talk about Manni I have to tell you about this guy...

So I was big in community theatre. I was an aspiring actress and I used to have a pretty decent singing voice too. I went out for and got in every musical I wanted: Oliver (Yes, I played a boy and was main billing), The Sound of Music, Babes in Arms, Bye Bye Birdie, etc. I always wanted the older roles, but usually got cast in the “younger” main role due to my face and size.

It was in Bye Bye Birdie that I met my senior buddy. Tall, handsome, Italian, with a voice of an angel and hands that could literally scoop me up and plop me wherever he liked. *takes a moment for those hands*. So, I was going into my freshman year of high school, as was one of my female friends at the time, and he and his best friend were going into their senior year. The high school had this thing where you either got to pick a senior to be your buddy or you were assigned one. I asked Italian man to be my buddy (duh) and he said only if his friend got to be my other friend’s buddy too. So I hooked that up (and those two did actually hook up in a tent once everyone was consenting age and whatnot... but that is another story).

Italian man and I were actually great friends. His girlfriend was a bit of a bitch, but he played my dad in my first high school play and that was nice. Spin the bottle back stage was delightful, but the kibosh was placed on that after the technical director saw us play one time... apparently kissing another woman’s boobs is not a thing for backstage high school theater? At the end of the year I watched my Italian man graduate and go off to be in the military. He was sent to Germany and then Iraq for a while. We kept in touch via email. He professed how he actually couldn’t stand his wife (that bitch girlfriend from high school... “sweethearts” my ass) and wished he hadn’t knocked her up. I sympathized in as many ways as I could (I was dating a redhead at the time, so I was good) and we continued writing.

In my senior year we lost touch a bit. Most of my friends being older than me meant that they were all doing things with their lives while I was still stuck in high school. My freshman buddy was a girl I rode the bus to school with, so that was good. I won’t say I gave up on myself, but that year was a difficult one. Lots of things going on at home, and I avoided going home and when I was home I stayed in my room. I got my own computer for Christmas that year complete with dial up. I joined yahoo, I learned how to type faster. I learned my body was rocking and that older guys liked when I showed them things.

I got an email from the Italian man. He was back in the country for May and could he see me? I was... I don’t even know what I was... nervous? I was different, he was too. We stood on my front lawn and he kissed me. The first time a married man kissed me. It was... a really great kiss. He gave me Manni, sighting that he saw him in a store and said he wanted to be with me. Italian man said he wanted to b with me too, but that Manni would have to do for now.

I heard from him twice more. He sent me audio of him singing a song for me. When you say nothing at all... good song.

Then this past year. A friend of a friend saw Manni and I on the train and told him about it. He messaged me on the fb:

Him: Hey Gorgeous. I hear you still have that bear I gave you.

Me: ... yeah. I’m a grown woman who carries around a stuffed bear as company *posturing* what’re you gonna do about it?!

Him: Hug you? It makes me happy. I like that you have a bit of me in your life still.

Mooch, you are firing on all cylinders lately. Your words, the pics, perfect pairings. I've never been mad about panties and a t-shirt, sexy stuff.

 

[Moochienanu]

Entertained two different ways by this post.

Goal achieved for the day.

*smiles and nods...

I had a sticker on one of my binders in high school that said “I smile and nod because I have no clue what you’re saying.” I think in this instance you know exactly what I’m insinuating, so I imagine the nodding is more like emphatically shaking ‘yes’ with a really big smile from ear to ear.

Yes, adulting is definitely a necessary evil sometimes lol.
I don't mind going to the zoo if I know I can do everything I want to do at my own pace, and leave when I want to. I know if I was lucky enough to be 'Him', I wouldn't mind being snuggled up with you either... but then again, there is that adulting thing too. I hope your promise was kept, but from your pessimism, it seems you don't expect it.
As for the hugs... they are yours when ever you want them Moochie.

That is truly a wonderful story, and a great teddy bear. I had a teddy bear (though not even close to the same kind of story) from the day I was born until I was about 23. Then in a move... he was lost

Sounds like a truly wonderful morning for the both of you. Definitely miss mornings like that. Been a bit of a difficult month and few days this year so far.

I am always pleased to see a response from you, and going back to a previous topic: Sometimes less time here is a good thing in the adulting capacity. I hope you enjoy your weekend, and maybe get another morning of snuggling with 'Him'.

((HUGGLES))

I guess my biggest issue with the adulting isn’t the activities (didn’t actually get to the zoo yesterday, ended up doing some meal planning/prep for my sister, swimming again, and then to a very cold nature talk which was super cool and I got to pet a purple sea star) it’s the feel of obligation. Sure, I had a choice to come here and do this, but it always feels a bit like: ‘Oop. Well, now I have to.’ Once I say I will. Even when I feel like I do right now where I would just rather not do anything so social. It’s easy to hide it now, but those thoughts are always under the surface.

*many hugs to you*
I’m hoping that today is a better one for you.

Another morning,
Spent in your thoughts,
Sometimes I think,
Is exactly what I need.
You are my sunshine,
As I wake up, your smile taking away the tiredness,
Your touch bringing forth joy.
Between us, your soft hands,
I can't miss the curve in your smile,
indeed I could get used to a morning like that.

This morning, I like the thought of coffee enjoyed and not hurriedly swallowed. The thought of a hand in mine as I sip and am calmed by a presence that doesn’t feel pressured or insistent.
Missed you.

 

[Upp55]

Entertained two different ways by this post.

Yes I think the sweater looks very good on you

 

[Moochienanu]

Mooch, you are firing on all cylinders lately. Your words, the pics, perfect pairings. I've never been mad about panties and a t-shirt, sexy stuff.

Thanks. I do my best . Glad you’re enjoying my silly stories of the past. They’re a difficult one because the fear of over sharing vs wanting to give the story justice.

 

[sexywriterfla]

Today’s story time brought to you by a Manni, my teddy bear.

I am, and have always been little. We already kinda went over this, but I thought reiteration probably important for those just joining us and a bit of a segue into my explanation of Manni’s existence. You see, I was given Manni as a graduation present from High school. Back in the day, when I was in 8th grade, I saw my first flaccid cock that wasn’t a brother’s. I feel like this story is getting pulled down a rabbit hole already... how do I pull it out? Eh, let’s just talk about the teddy. But to talk about Manni I have to tell you about this guy...

So I was big in community theatre. I was an aspiring actress and I used to have a pretty decent singing voice too. I went out for and got in every musical I wanted: Oliver (Yes, I played a boy and was main billing), The Sound of Music, Babes in Arms, Bye Bye Birdie, etc. I always wanted the older roles, but usually got cast in the “younger” main role due to my face and size.

It was in Bye Bye Birdie that I met my senior buddy. Tall, handsome, Italian, with a voice of an angel and hands that could literally scoop me up and plop me wherever he liked. *takes a moment for those hands*. So, I was going into my freshman year of high school, as was one of my female friends at the time, and he and his best friend were going into their senior year. The high school had this thing where you either got to pick a senior to be your buddy or you were assigned one. I asked Italian man to be my buddy (duh) and he said only if his friend got to be my other friend’s buddy too. So I hooked that up (and those two did actually hook up in a tent once everyone was consenting age and whatnot... but that is another story).

Italian man and I were actually great friends. His girlfriend was a bit of a bitch, but he played my dad in my first high school play and that was nice. Spin the bottle back stage was delightful, but the kibosh was placed on that after the technical director saw us play one time... apparently kissing another woman’s boobs is not a thing for backstage high school theater? At the end of the year I watched my Italian man graduate and go off to be in the military. He was sent to Germany and then Iraq for a while. We kept in touch via email. He professed how he actually couldn’t stand his wife (that bitch girlfriend from high school... “sweethearts” my ass) and wished he hadn’t knocked her up. I sympathized in as many ways as I could (I was dating a redhead at the time, so I was good) and we continued writing.

In my senior year we lost touch a bit. Most of my friends being older than me meant that they were all doing things with their lives while I was still stuck in high school. My freshman buddy was a girl I rode the bus to school with, so that was good. I won’t say I gave up on myself, but that year was a difficult one. Lots of things going on at home, and I avoided going home and when I was home I stayed in my room. I got my own computer for Christmas that year complete with dial up. I joined yahoo, I learned how to type faster. I learned my body was rocking and that older guys liked when I showed them things.

I got an email from the Italian man. He was back in the country for May and could he see me? I was... I don’t even know what I was... nervous? I was different, he was too. We stood on my front lawn and he kissed me. The first time a married man kissed me. It was... a really great kiss. He gave me Manni, sighting that he saw him in a store and said he wanted to be with me. Italian man said he wanted to b with me too, but that Manni would have to do for now.

I heard from him twice more. He sent me audio of him singing a song for me. When you say nothing at all... good song.

Then this past year. A friend of a friend saw Manni and I on the train and told him about it. He messaged me on the fb:

Him: Hey Gorgeous. I hear you still have that bear I gave you.

Me: ... yeah. I’m a grown woman who carries around a stuffed bear as company *posturing* what’re you gonna do about it?!

Him: Hug you? It makes me happy. I like that you have a bit of me in your life still.

Lucky teddy bear. Just saying.

 

[missmixalot]

Loved the bit in Manni's story when he said you learned to type faster and you had a rocking body that and older men liked it when you showed them things. So many similarities to my life.

 

[WoodenVibrator]

I’m sure “The Many Adventures of Manni” would be a bestseller. I know I’d buy a copy, just to read about all the bits and mounds he’s seen.

 

[draconus_infernus]

I think it’s definitely sweater weather. Don’t you agree?

Definitely sweater weather

 

[Willingtoshare]

I had a sticker on one of my binders in high school that said “I smile and nod because I have no clue what you’re saying.” I think in this instance you know exactly what I’m insinuating, so I imagine the nodding is more like emphatically shaking ‘yes’ with a really big smile from ear to ear.

Hmmmm...I’m wondering if you can see me through the screen, or indeed are peeking through my window...or am I that easy to read. Anyway, you are correct.

 

[kingfupa]

Wow, you are killing it in that sweater...very sexy.

 

[rubydlite]

snip

I think it’s definitely sweater weather. Don’t you agree?

This pic is lovely!
Did your barbell hurt? I've been seriously thinking of getting mine done but I'm chicken

 

[Moochienanu]

Yes I think the sweater looks very good on you

I like it too. Very comfy.

Definitely sweater weather

It absolutely is. I hear it may snow today... so needing my cozy things on.

Hmmmm...I’m wondering if you can see me through the screen, or indeed are peeking through my window...or am I that easy to read. Anyway, you are correct.

Let’s call it instincts and intuition?

Wow, you are killing it in that sweater...very sexy.

*Blush* hopefully saving it too

snip

I think it’s definitely sweater weather. Don’t you agree?

This pic is lovely!
Did your barbell hurt? I've been seriously thinking of getting mine done but I'm chicken[/QUOTE]

[COLOR="darkorchid"]Thank you for your compliment. To answer your question about them hurting... I had them done first in 2009 and took them out for pregnancy and breastfeeding, then had them done again last March. I should warn you I lean on the masochistic side, but it doesn’t hurt as much as you build it up in your mind to. I kind of wanted the second time to be more painful, to be honest. My piercer thought I was an anomaly as she said the pain of hers was like feeling the death of a thousand suns... or something to that effect. I just smiled as the needle went through.[/COLOR]

 

[Moochienanu]

A quick reminder for everyone as we go about our day:

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture

 

[WoodenVibrator]

I’m always trying to maintain peak awesomeness. Today it already feels like I’m going to fall short, but there’s always tomorrow.