Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

[412len]

*does a cartwheel and grabs her ankles*

~looks not once, but twice~ "... I can see your panty."

 

[Shyguy1369]

I never learned to swim.
I also have never lived away from an ocean.
The large bodies of salty water,
So deep
So strong
So dark
They fill me with dread.

I like to be scared.

I will dip in a toe, but won’t venture past my calf or thighs if I’m feeling particularly brave.
It’s not easy to admit fear.
To admit that something I love to see: a beautiful body of dark blue.
Dark
Strong
Deep
Blue
Can be so frightening as well.

Seeing the pacific now gives me this feeling;
This unexplainable crushing feeling
Which makes my heart leap
My tongue tie
And my body lose coordination.
I liken it to seeing your eyes the first time.


Oh, and Click here to see my PFDs.

Once again Moochie, your words are just so wonderful.
Side note, only ocean I have seen is the Atlantic, but never been further than toes deep in.

Also, your PFDs are perfect... So very perfect
((HUGGLES))

 

[ohverbatum7]

You’re just an uppity little shitkicker.

I know, I know but how can I improve myself in your eyes?

 

[ohverbatum7]

pic of my bum

I hope you have no time limit, as I'm transfixed by it's beauty.

 

[sexywriterfla]

I never learned to swim.
I also have never lived away from an ocean.
The large bodies of salty water,
So deep
So strong
So dark
They fill me with dread.

I like to be scared.

I will dip in a toe, but won’t venture past my calf or thighs if I’m feeling particularly brave.
It’s not easy to admit fear.
To admit that something I love to see: a beautiful body of dark blue.
Dark
Strong
Deep
Blue
Can be so frightening as well.

Seeing the pacific now gives me this feeling;
This unexplainable crushing feeling
Which makes my heart leap
My tongue tie
And my body lose coordination.
I liken it to seeing your eyes the first time.


Oh, and Click here to see my PFDs.

Mmmmm luscious. Hypnotic.

 

[ohverbatum7]

So deep
So strong
So dark
They fill me with dread.


Is this the poetic Moochie speaking, or are you relating the fear within?

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Once again I am at a place where I must compose my mind a bit, and since you liked seeing the back of this shirt so much... I thought you would also like this view to tide you over until I’m back again. Thank you all so much for all of your sweet thoughts. Off to sleep with me now!

You have an angel bent back over your breasts!

 

[EctoJohn]

Well then, kiss my ass! (Always like saying that!)

Hehe, as much as you'd like!

 

[Moochienanu]

Alright, alright! I’m getting up! Sheesh!

I fucking hate working weekends.

 

[Firemanw2]

Great T-shirt ad bum! I have that pic as a tattoo (Icarus)!

 

[kingfupa]

You should call in and hang out with all of us pervs

 

[Moochienanu]

Once again Moochie, your words are just so wonderful.
Side note, only ocean I have seen is the Atlantic, but never been further than toes deep in.

Also, your PFDs are perfect... So very perfect
((HUGGLES))

I have seen both the Atlantic and Pacific. I’ve also seen most of the US’s Great Lakes and the Arctic Ocean. There is something about the vastness of the Pacific that adds a level of draw and makes if just a bit more terrifying than the Atlantic... at least to me.

I used to try to swim with friends, and when I did, I would always get comments about my breasts being floatation devices. It used to really bug me... but now? I like to own it.

Oh I know it's not exactly that women would want to be you. However, I am sure there are a few that might. As for the inner thoughts, brain chemistry, anxiety and over thinking... I know some of that myself and so I can see why you wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Personally, I am glad I can give you any words of encouragement and support. You are a woman I truly find to be just amazing and desirable beyond description. I do certainly try to describe it, but I think sometimes I fall short of articulating what my brain is thinking.

You are most welcome, I hope it was a good one. Your hugs are always welcomed... and you know I am returning them too.

((HUGGLES))

I definitely know the “indescribable” thing. Especially lately I’ve been having troubles finding words with enough passion behind them. Words that mean the depth that I want them to. Sometimes these feelings happen without words.

Well then I am very glad it was a good thing, and that you have had a great Saturday so far.

So far my Saturday involved going to the pub to watch Ireland beat Scotland in Rugby and now home and alone again. Might pull an 'old man' thing and take a nap before making some supper and finding a movie to watch or something. I always feel more lonely at night with her gone, so I find the night time tougher to get through.

Naps can be so nice. I’m sorry nights are hardest for you. Loneliness can either lead a mind down a positive path or a negative. Try (I know it’s difficult to sometimes) to think about some of the positives to being alone in the house: you can be naked the whole time. You can eat whatever sounds good (naked if you prefer). You can drink Jameson with people halfway across the world when they’re done at work (still naked if you like). *lots of hugs headed your way*

 

[Moochienanu]

*blows you kisses*

dipping a toe in? more like both lovely nipples splashing about... good, clean fun... but prefer something a bit more "dirtier"... love the post!

You prefer something dirtier? Or I do? I love bath time. I get to relax, have a drink, and wind down for bedtime. I have a very hard time with my sleep and I’ve found this to be a pretty important part of my routine.

Perfect Fabulous Distraction.

Doing my best... but not even touching your ability to distract! Holy cannoli those were some hott pics today!

Mmmmm luscious. Hypnotic.

It does look a bit like nipple hypnosis... if that’s a thing?

So deep
So strong
So dark
They fill me with dread.


Is this the poetic Moochie speaking, or are you relating the fear within?

I think a bit of both? I do have a reverence for deep, dark bodies of water. The power there is almost unmatched.

 

[Moochienanu]

~looks not once, but twice~ "... I can see your panty."

*blushes and holds down skirt* ...not again!

You’re just an uppity little shitkicker.

I know, I know but how can I improve myself in your eyes?

I was referring to myself with that line. Improvement should be done for yourself. Be the best for yourself and everyone else will see your improvements.

pic of my bum

I hope you have no time limit, as I'm transfixed by it's beauty.

Oh! Please... continue as long as you need. It’ll still be there.

You have an angel bent back over your breasts!

It’s funny how my breasts distort pictures and words sometimes... it does look like Icarus is bent back in a partnerless dip.

Hehe, as much as you'd like!

oh good! I like saying it.

Great T-shirt and bum! I have that pic as a tattoo (Icarus)!

Oh! How cool! Where is the tattoo on your body?

You should call in and hang out with all of us pervs

I wish I could call in, but even from work I can hang out sometimes... so yay! Working and perving at the same time!

 

[Moochienanu]

Serious question here: I’m cleaning out my inbox (keep getting that 90% warning... you know how it is...) and I have a lot of messages there that I feel should be here... can any of you sweet, eloquent lurkers tell me (either here or in the inbox is fine) why you don’t feel like sharing your comments here sometimes? Is it something I’m doing that makes you feel like you want to keep it private? Many times I feel like the private messages I get (“What a great ass you have!” “You look great in that thong.” Etc...) aren’t really ‘private message’ material and it makes me wonder... so, I need some concrete answers! Please enlighten me?!

Here’s a pic of me in my new yellow onesie as collateral.

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture

 

[Willingtoshare]

Serious question here: I’m cleaning out my inbox (keep getting that 90% warning... you know how it is...) and I have a lot of messages there that I feel should be here... can any of you sweet, eloquent lurkers tell me (either here or in the inbox is fine) why you don’t feel like sharing your comments here sometimes? Is it something I’m doing that makes you feel like you want to keep it private? Many times I feel like the private messages I get (“What a great ass you have!” “You look great in that thong.” Etc...) aren’t really ‘private message’ material and it makes me wonder... so, I need some concrete answers! Please enlighten me?!

Here’s a pic of me in my new yellow onesie as collateral.

Maybe in the hope that the message will spark something more private message worthy. *
Or some people just don’t want to put themselves out there publicly. I sometime get messages from people that have never interacted with my thread as they are not comfortable putting therselves and their comments on public display. Nice color btw.

 

[Moochienanu]

Maybe in the hope that the message will spark something more private message worthy. *
Or some people just don’t want to put themselves out there publicly. I sometime get messages from people that have never interacted with my thread as they are not comfortable putting therselves and their comments on public display. Nice color btw.

Yeah... I think they are hoping that things will get more ‘private’ sometimes, but if that were the case, wouldn’t there be a bit of conversationality to the messages? It frustrates me when this is the basic (and entire) conversation with someone:

Them: Hi Moochie! Wow! I just saw your thread/post and I just had to tell you you’re gorgeous.

Me: Hi back at ya! Thank you. I’m glad you enjoy my thread/post.

Them: Wow! You wrote me back?! Yes. I do enjoy your thread/post.

Me: *can’t think of a single thing to say in reply so I don’t*

All I can think in the cases like is: why?! I have a thread for this kind of conversation.

And thanks. I think it’s a bit bright, but *shrug* still comfy to sleep in.

 

[Todger65]

Serious question here: I’m cleaning out my inbox (keep getting that 90% warning... you know how it is...) and I have a lot of messages there that I feel should be here... can any of you sweet, eloquent lurkers tell me (either here or in the inbox is fine) why you don’t feel like sharing your comments here sometimes? Is it something I’m doing that makes you feel like you want to keep it private? Many times I feel like the private messages I get (“What a great ass you have!” “You look great in that thong.” Etc...) aren’t really ‘private message’ material and it makes me wonder... so, I need some concrete answers! Please enlighten me?!

Here’s a pic of me in my new yellow onesie as collateral.
http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2063864&stc=1&d=1549784137

Love the onesie, makes me want to snuggle up in a PM with you.

 

[Moochienanu]

Love the onesie, makes me want to snuggle up in a PM with you.

I see what you did there! *blows a kiss* you know my PMs have never been off and I’m always up for a snuggle!

 

[Moochienanu]

Undressing you

If we tally up the clothing we wear
I probably wear a few more garments
But I feel like
Taking your clothes off,
Like unwrapping a present,
Should be savored.
Enjoyed.
You are a joy to undress.

I start with your shirt.
I untuck it from your pants and then,
Starting from the top,
I unbutton slowly
Punctuating each button
With a new kiss on your lips
Until it hangs open.
Slipping my hands under the shirt and over your shoulders
I slide it off of you and lay it on the back of the desk chair.

Next is your belt.
Unbuckling deftly
As I lower myself to my knees before you.
I pull the belt free from it’s loops
Fold it,
And offer it up
Your strong fist closing around it.
I’m just going to close my eyes for a moment now
And memorize this
Your fist around that belt,
Releasing a sigh.
Regathering.

I unbutton your pants next.
Slowly unzip them
Allowing my hands the luxury of slipping inside them
Between your boxers and pants
Carefully bringing them down to the floor,
Allowing you to step out of each leg.
They go on the chair too, over the arm.

You’re before me now in undershirt and boxers.
I need your skin.
The heat of it.
The feel of it
The musk of it.
I’m relishing in the fact that we’re so close to that point now,
Grasping the hem of your shirt I pull it up,
Standing as I do
Your arms lifting
Over your head
I can’t help but kiss your skin and breathe you in.
Casting your shirt to the side.
Another sigh.
Keeping it together, but barely.

We both know what’s next.
What’s last.
They’re the only piece left on you.
You smile
I melt.
That look in your eye.
You know.
I can’t look into your eyes
As my fingers make their way down your sides
And my whole body presses against yours.

Yes, I like to savor my time undressing you.

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture

 

[Scotking]

If we tally up the clothing we wear
I probably wear a few more garments
But I feel like
Taking your clothes off,
Like unwrapping a present,
Should be savored.
Enjoyed.
You are a joy to undress.

I start with your shirt.
I untuck it from your pants and then,
Starting from the top,
I unbutton slowly
Punctuating each button
With a new kiss on your lips
Until it hangs open.
Slipping my hands under the shirt and over your shoulders
I slide it off of you and lay it on the back of the desk chair.

Next is your belt.
Unbuckling deftly
As I lower myself to my knees before you.
I pull the belt free from it’s loops
Fold it,
And offer it up
Your strong fist closing around it.
I’m just going to close my eyes for a moment now
And memorize this
Your fist around that belt,
Releasing a sigh.
Regathering.

I unbutton your pants next.
Slowly unzip them
Allowing my hands the luxury of slipping inside them
Between your boxers and pants
Carefully bringing them down to the floor,
Allowing you to step out of each leg.
They go on the chair too, over the arm.

You’re before me now in undershirt and boxers.
I need your skin.
The heat of it.
The feel of it
The musk of it.
I’m relishing in the fact that we’re so close to that point now,
Grasping the hem of your shirt I pull it up,
Standing as I do
Your arms lifting
Over your head
I can’t help but kiss your skin and breathe you in.
Casting your shirt to the side.
Another sigh.
Keeping it together, but barely.

We both know what’s next.
What’s last.
They’re the only piece left on you.
You smile
I melt.
That look in your eye.
You know.
I can’t look into your eyes
As my fingers make their way down your sides
And my whole body presses against yours.

Yes, I like to savor my time undressing you.

Fantastic words - gorgeous picture.

 

[AlliaPotestas]

Yeah... I think they are hoping that things will get more ‘private’ sometimes, but if that were the case, wouldn’t there be a bit of conversationality to the messages? It frustrates me when this is the basic (and entire) conversation with someone:

Them: Hi Moochie! Wow! I just saw your thread/post and I just had to tell you you’re gorgeous.

Me: Hi back at ya! Thank you. I’m glad you enjoy my thread/post.

Them: Wow! You wrote me back?! Yes. I do enjoy your thread/post.

Me: *can’t think of a single thing to say in reply so I don’t*

All I can think in the cases like is: why?! I have a thread for this kind of conversation.

And thanks. I think it’s a bit bright, but *shrug* still comfy to sleep in.

I’ve ranted before about the private PMs - my main issue being when men PM me privately but are openly posting on other ampics threads... it sometimes makes me feel I am something to be ashamed of. Although the men seemed mortified when I have indicated my feelings. Still... more than once I have been tempted to just switch the PMs off because folks that don’t want to be seen publicly with me have no right to a piece of me privately... but I overthink shit...

I like your onesie, you are a gorgeous creature,

 

[heathrowinneo]

Serious question here: I’m cleaning out my inbox (keep getting that 90% warning... you know how it is...) and I have a lot of messages there that I feel should be here... can any of you sweet, eloquent lurkers tell me (either here or in the inbox is fine) why you don’t feel like sharing your comments here sometimes? Is it something I’m doing that makes you feel like you want to keep it private? Many times I feel like the private messages I get (“What a great ass you have!” “You look great in that thong.” Etc...) aren’t really ‘private message’ material and it makes me wonder... so, I need some concrete answers! Please enlighten me?!

Here’s a pic of me in my new yellow onesie as collateral.

nope not bashful all... simply stated love the thread, dialogue and the pics and in summary... fucking hot.

 

[sexywriterfla]

Serious question here: I’m cleaning out my inbox (keep getting that 90% warning... you know how it is...) and I have a lot of messages there that I feel should be here... can any of you sweet, eloquent lurkers tell me (either here or in the inbox is fine) why you don’t feel like sharing your comments here sometimes? Is it something I’m doing that makes you feel like you want to keep it private? Many times I feel like the private messages I get (“What a great ass you have!” “You look great in that thong.” Etc...) aren’t really ‘private message’ material and it makes me wonder... so, I need some concrete answers! Please enlighten me?!

Here’s a pic of me in my new yellow onesie as collateral.

Can I peel you like a banana?

 

[sexywriterfla]

If we tally up the clothing we wear
I probably wear a few more garments
But I feel like
Taking your clothes off,
Like unwrapping a present,
Should be savored.
Enjoyed.
You are a joy to undress.

I start with your shirt.
I untuck it from your pants and then,
Starting from the top,
I unbutton slowly
Punctuating each button
With a new kiss on your lips
Until it hangs open.
Slipping my hands under the shirt and over your shoulders
I slide it off of you and lay it on the back of the desk chair.

Next is your belt.
Unbuckling deftly
As I lower myself to my knees before you.
I pull the belt free from it’s loops
Fold it,
And offer it up
Your strong fist closing around it.
I’m just going to close my eyes for a moment now
And memorize this
Your fist around that belt,
Releasing a sigh.
Regathering.

I unbutton your pants next.
Slowly unzip them
Allowing my hands the luxury of slipping inside them
Between your boxers and pants
Carefully bringing them down to the floor,
Allowing you to step out of each leg.
They go on the chair too, over the arm.

You’re before me now in undershirt and boxers.
I need your skin.
The heat of it.
The feel of it
The musk of it.
I’m relishing in the fact that we’re so close to that point now,
Grasping the hem of your shirt I pull it up,
Standing as I do
Your arms lifting
Over your head
I can’t help but kiss your skin and breathe you in.
Casting your shirt to the side.
Another sigh.
Keeping it together, but barely.

We both know what’s next.
What’s last.
They’re the only piece left on you.
You smile
I melt.
That look in your eye.
You know.
I can’t look into your eyes
As my fingers make their way down your sides
And my whole body presses against yours.

Yes, I like to savor my time undressing you.

Mmmmm so would I. Gorgeous as always...