Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

[ouchfeelsgood]

Are you who I want to be?

Am I who I want to be?

Love the photo and your prose. Both are quite captivating. Happy New Year to a creative, thoughtful, and very sensuous woman!!

 

[Todger65]

A good list of things to do and not do. I’m with you all the way there.

Me, I’m a nuddy sleeper.

 

[Moochienanu]

I bow to your skills!!!

I really don’t have many when it comes to photo editing... but thank you. This time it was me (usually I ask my secret team of editors who are amazing), and I feel good about my results

Love the photo and your prose. Both are quite captivating. Happy New Year to a creative, thoughtful, and very sensuous woman!!

Thank you, Ouch. Happy new year to you as well.

 

[Moochienanu]

"This year has to be better than the last..." Cheers to that!!

My jammies are red plaid flannel pants with a goofy ironic T-shirt (varies by day). Sometimes cozy socks, but I tend to run hot so only when it's cold.

Happy new year!

Hooray for flannel! So warm, so comfy. I must know, what kind of ironic t-shirts? I like some good irony, or a pun, or a joke, or band on a t-shirt.

Happy New Year Moochie. I hope the 2021 objectives you've set forth all come to fruition and that it's a far happier time. Mannie looks smugly content to be the fellow cuddled up to you and rightly so.

I rarely wear PJ's or anything at all to bed except when it's particularly cold outside. Or simply to lounge around the house in during the early morning. So last night and this morning consisted of a pair of black PJ bottoms with a tied waist and a short-sleeve gray t-shirt.

Black and gray sound quite acceptable for my party... with so many nuddy sleepers though, the party might turn into something else entirely! (Not saying that would be a bad thing)

my lips
my tongue

your neck

Will That be all we’re wearing?

Change is hard. It really is. I've been working on it for more than a year now. It is true baby steps and failure, and pain, and happiness. I've experienced every emotion possible, but even on my lowest days, I knew it was what was needed.

I hope all of this comes true for you this year. I hope despite the fact that we are walking into a challenging year ahead, you still get all the change you need..

Happy New Year Moochie.

And I'll be wearing my olaf Onsie

Onsie jammies!??! YAS!

I hope your journey of change continues to bring you the positive emotions, sweet Sassy.

A good list of things to do and not do. I’m with you all the way there.

Me, I’m a nuddy sleeper.

Oh my! Another nuddy?! Hehe. I used to sleep buff too... then my child ruined that (a long story involving reclaiming my own breasts after feedings were over).

 

[Proactive_boy]

This year...

I wanna know what your jammies look like!

Moochie, a very big thank you for keeping our spirits up all year! Don't think we say that enough, so here's looking forward to your year

Just an excuse to be naughty is January,
Frisky it seems is in the air in February
Moochie, time to get smoochies in March
Artistic is your imagination in April,
Moochie, time for smoochies again, demand for them you May
Jasmine's bloom as you cross by in June,
Jukebox, yours we do like to hear in July,
Ambush us with your creativity in August,
Smashingly sexy you are in September,
Ocular delight you are in October,
No skirts it is we know in November,
Demure you may seem, don't think so December!

As for my jammies, I just wear a sweater and sweatpants

Happy new year to you !

 

[Moochienanu]

Moochie, a very big thank you for keeping our spirits up all year! Don't think we say that enough, so here's looking forward to your year

Just an excuse to be naughty is January,
Frisky it seems is in the air in February
Moochie, time to get smoochies in March
Artistic is your imagination in April,
Moochie, time for smoochies again, demand for them you May
Jasmine's bloom as you cross by in June,
Jukebox, yours we do like to hear in July,
Ambush us with your creativity in August,
Smashingly sexy you are in September,
Ocular delight you are in October,
No skirts it is we know in November,
Demure you may seem, don't think so December!

As for my jammies, I just wear a sweater and sweatpants

Happy new year to you !

Thank you so much for sharing, Proactive_Boy - both the poem (I envy your ability to use forms) and your jammies pic.

I always enjoy when you pop in and say hello to me.

 

[Moochienanu]

As she shushes

She’s so beautiful there
Holding that crying babe to her breast
As the world flies about her
And she flutters to keep modesty
As though no one has seen or fed from a mother before.

The child insists,
Throwing arms,
Flailing as she bounces it and shushes
Saying small words of pleading
As though the thing could be reasoned with
Until finally,
A look on her face and a softening of the child.

That feel on her face,
Like life draining from her and into the babe
Wrapped with one hand running
Hand holding a lock of her hair
Hard to her breast
Captivating every bit of body
To this tiny thing
That is taking pieces of her
As she shushes.

 

[DaAxis66]

Wow... just wow

 

[Todger65]

She’s so beautiful there
Holding that crying babe to her breast
As the world flies about her
And she flutters to keep modesty
As though no one has seen or fed from a mother before.

The child insists,
Throwing arms,
Flailing as she bounces it and shushes
Saying small words of pleading
As though the thing could be reasoned with
Until finally,
A look on her face and a softening of the child.

That feel on her face,
Like life draining from her and into the babe
Wrapped with one hand running
Hand holding a lock of her hair
Hard to her breast
Captivating every bit of body
To this tiny thing
That is taking pieces of her
As she shushes.

Protecting and giving life to a bairn, what could be better

 

[Moochienanu]

It’s pelting now:
The rain,
In sideways glances
As the wind,
It’s friend,
Shakes and tossels.

I want to be warm,
And kept in the place
Where under,
Over,
Through,
And pulled slowly out
I am all of it at once

Weeping
For what I feel I was
What I wanted to be
What I will never know
Who I really am.

Image removed 3/14/22

 

[Todger65]

It’s pelting now:
The rain,
In sideways glances
As the wind,
It’s friend,
Shakes and tossels.

I want to be warm,
And kept in the place
Where under,
Over,
Through,
And pulled slowly out
I am all of it at once

Weeping
For what I feel I was
What I wanted to be
What I will never know
Who I really am.

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2111039&stc=1&d=1609623921

I detect a saddness here still.

 

[Kitschshaman]

Placement:
Find the middle of the foam strip
Place it to the bridge of your nose
Push hard and conform the strip
Follow the top ties
Along the sides of your head
Above your ears
Tie a bow above the knot
That is your chignon of twisted hair.
Find the bottom ties and pull taught
At the back of your neck
Tie another bow there,
With deft fingers
Skilled in the game of spinning
And dancing,
Mouth agape
To test the placement.

Always hidden.

I’ve been hiding
For more than ten years now...

It is one,
And yet has been many.
So many they are innumerable.
They used to hit the bin
As soon as I started the final cuff,
A new one taking its place
Before mourning could be considered,
But now it is hours of continuity
With the same facade
For longer and longer.

It is because
The world has changed.
There are more
Now hiding from it,
Seeking security
In a different way than I have been,
But still covering.

I have been doing what I do
For them,
But now,
Because the world changed,
We all do it for ourselves.

With this outward manifestation
Of internal thoughts,
True character is shown.

I do find myself at an advantage, though.
A silver lining of the veil.
You see,
I’ve gotten really good
At communicating a need
With nothing more than
A glance,
Movement of my eyes in a direction,
Holding up fingers,
Slight gestures of my brow,
Never needing to say a muffled word.

I am more comfortable
Behind this mantle,
Than I may ever be
Anyway else...

...

Except

Of course,
Bare in front of you.

Dammit. You made me weep.

 

[Moochienanu]

I detect a saddness here still.

What is life without all emotions?
Sadness is just as much a part of me as I am alive.

This was meant more as a self-loathing piece when I wrote it, though. Not so much the sadness.

Dammit. You made me weep.

I am hopeful it was cathartic. That was a good piece from back at the beginning of all this... around April, I think.
So much has changed and also stayed the same.

 

[Kitschshaman]

What is life without all emotions?
Sadness is just as much a part of me as I am alive.

This was meant more as a self-loathing piece when I wrote it, though. Not so much the sadness.



I am hopeful it was cathartic. That was a good piece from back at the beginning of all this... around April, I think.
So much has changed and also stayed the same.

It was...but sometimes so inconvenient to have those emotions rambling so close underneath the surface where anyone could see them...

 

[InvisibleInk80]

Happy New Year, Ms. Nanu.

 

[Moochienanu]

Tsunami

I drift away in pools
Eyes moist from running over
In unknown reason,
But not bad.
Not this time.

This reason feels like the
As an overwhelming flood does,
A tsunami reaching shore,
Laying wreck to the coast
But also in its wake
A sigh of relief
That isn’t easily forgotten.

The beach remembers
And wants the water upon it again.
It reforms, mends itself
Makes the ground so that
Accommodating that crash is possible
Again and again
How it is needed,
Meant to have been all along.

Don’t forget this body,
These tracts of water’s edge
Which run above
Also run deep below
In every place you never expected...
And you can’t deny this -
The miracle
Of the receding wave
Grabbing hold and pulling the ground along with it -

That part, all of it, is just as real
As the water itself
That lies in wait
Hoping for another chance
To hold tight to every grain of sand.

 

[Proactive_boy]

You drift back and forth in our memories,
Forcing yourself in like a tsunami,
Leaving an indelible mark on our psyche
Each wave crashing in farther
Before we get a chance to amend.

Yet we feel not like a wreck,
Or ravaged by your force,
Soothed we are on the contrary
Waiting to be hit by another wave,
If this is not a testament to you
Wonder I may what else can be.

 

[Moochienanu]

This being the time of making resolutions,
And knowing that life continues to move right along
Without regard to whether we are ready for it to yet,
A look back,
Glancing at what used to be
And savoring each moment
Before moving on with renewed spirit
Was in order.

Images removed 3/14/22

 

[Mtnmike]

This being the time of making resolutions,
And knowing that life continues to move right along
Without regard to whether we are ready for it to yet,
A look back,
Glancing at what used to be
And savoring each moment
Before moving on with renewed spirit
Was in order.

Something old, something new, doesn't matter, you are so Beautiful

 

[Todger65]

This being the time of making resolutions,
And knowing that life continues to move right along
Without regard to whether we are ready for it to yet,
A look back,
Glancing at what used to be
And savoring each moment
Before moving on with renewed spirit
Was in order.

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2111141&stc=1&d=1609834652

Looking back to what has been and then looking forward to what is in your power to make adjustments to improve the coming year.

I like the tie in the colour pic, more formal, more controlled.

 

[InvisibleInk80]

Happy Humpday!

 

[Moochienanu]

Your lips haunt me

The thought, feel of them
Follow me throughout my waking moments
And after closing my eyes to sleep

An overture of swelling emotions
The simple notes of a song without words
Drives me mad to feel them dance upon mine

My skin earnestly whispering lyrics
For them to make their way over,
Under each square centimeter
In memorized motion

Each press of insistent note
feeling entirely known
And with the electricity of a beat
Never before at the same time.

Image removed 3/14/22

 

[InvisibleInk80]

Your lips haunt me

The thought, feel of them
Follow me throughout my waking moments
And after closing my eyes to sleep

An overture of swelling emotions
The simple notes of a song without words
Drives me mad to feel them dance upon mine

My skin earnestly whispering lyrics
For them to make their way over,
Under each square centimeter
In memorized motion

Each press of insistent note
feeling entirely known
And with the electricity of a beat
Never before at the same time.

Cute pajamas.

 

[Kitschshaman]

Your lips haunt me

The thought, feel of them
Follow me throughout my waking moments
And after closing my eyes to sleep

An overture of swelling emotions
The simple notes of a song without words
Drives me mad to feel them dance upon mine

My skin earnestly whispering lyrics
For them to make their way over,
Under each square centimeter
In memorized motion

Each press of insistent note
feeling entirely known
And with the electricity of a beat
Never before at the same time.

With each word I was taken back to times of branded memory, of feelings flowing like a raging torrent, dancing on the razor's edge of control and damnation...
thank you.

 

[Todger65]

Your lips haunt me

The thought, feel of them
Follow me throughout my waking moments
And after closing my eyes to sleep

An overture of swelling emotions
The simple notes of a song without words
Drives me mad to feel them dance upon mine

My skin earnestly whispering lyrics
For them to make their way over,
Under each square centimeter
In memorized motion

Each press of insistent note
feeling entirely known
And with the electricity of a beat
Never before at the same time.

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2111195&stc=1&d=1609943173

Just a flying visit, been busy, to say, an unusual top. Is it not itchy against your skin.