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

[n8Romantic]

I wish for the closeness
For the non-stop touching
For the press and
For the yes, don’t stop.

I yearn for the claiming
For the hand falls
For the growling and
For the biting down hard.

I long for the soft sighs
For the sounds
For the groan and
For the way you tell me.

I ache for the kisses
For the first
For the last and
For each one in between.

I live for the always
For the knowing
For the calm excitement and
For the way you hold me.

Lovely thoughts, lovely image.

 

[tnman03]

I wish for the closeness
For the non-stop touching
For the press and
For the yes, don’t stop.

I yearn for the claiming
For the hand falls
For the growling and
For the biting down hard.

I long for the soft sighs
For the sounds
For the groan and
For the way you tell me.

I ache for the kisses
For the first
For the last and
For each one in between.

I live for the always
For the knowing
For the calm excitement and
For the way you hold me.

I love the way this reads and the lovely picture of you as well.

 

[Dreamliner]

Cute cotton knickers Moochie, nice self bondage tye.

That is a pretty bra.

Nice posts Moochie.

 

[Moochienanu]

In my high school production of Pride and Prejudice, I played the part of Lydia.
It was my first play my freshman year.
By the time I was a senior, I had dated and/or kissed every male actor except Mr. Collins who wasn’t interested in me, but rather the buns on Mr. Wickham.

I find myself thinking of them from time to time
And what has become of them.

Mr. Bingley: Dated for a year, during which he was adopted and changed his name. He joined the US navy and was deployed, came back and got out of the military. Now works at a Walmart on the east coast.

Mr. Darcy: We “dated” during P&P and he out to me after our dating for three months lead to a single kiss, which was just horrendous. Moved to the east coast, became a beautiful writer of essays and non-fiction, died of an overdose.

Mr. Wickham: I consider him one of the more significant relationships of my life because of how close we were to probably settling for each other. We dated for my Junior and part of my Senior year. He came from a very religious family, which meshed well with my parents, who were also so inclined. We split because the one time we got close to more than heavypetting, he quickly got up, ran to the bathroom, and I was left lying on the floor wondering what was wrong with me. He was in college at the time without a clue of what to do with the degree. I used that as my excuse to break things off, saying he was aimless and I wasn’t (though I certainly was and still am). He graduated, worked for Xbox for a while, got married, had two (very terrible- and you know I don’t just say this) kids, moved back to the small town, got divorced, and recently bought a car off of me for the price of a new record (and I get to flog him once proximity allows) because he’s broke and jobless and I had an extra car. We tried to date at one point when my husband and I first opened the marriage, but he wants the Moochie from high school, not me now.

Mr. Bennet: He is the one who gave me Manni. He was married when he kissed me my Senior year. In the air force, deployed to Germany. He has since gotten out, divorced, has two beautiful daughters, and was married again to another controlling woman. I haven’t seen him yet in the years I’ve been back... I am concerned it would cause us to cross lines we both have laid... but goodness, I thought I would never have a kiss to top that one... until I was proven wrong.

 

[Todger65]

I just love the story about your amateur acting career and of how Manni arrived and stayed. I must have missed that when you first posted it

 

[Moochienanu]

I just love the story about your amateur acting career and of how Manni arrived and stayed. I must have missed that when you first posted it

I am rather prolific... it would be impossible for anyone to read everything of consequence of my writings. (I’m glad you enjoy the flashbacks).

 

[ohverbatum7]

Over the last year or so I have been dipping in now and then to your thread, Tonight I followed a few of your links and I had no idea what littler meant so had to do a bit of research, and Google were not very helpful, but found an article written by a lady who practiced it, I then followed your links and got a bit more clued up. I like unusualists, and you fall into that category., so I will come back and gen up with your thread, although it will take some time.

 

[Moochienanu]

A day in the life of a little: starring Moochie

It’s my night off, so I sleeps in.
It’s 0130 when my eyes blink open and don’t wanna close again like they do around 2030ish when I say my good night.
I put on a fleece zippy onesie with a print of cute little bows and sneak out of the bedroom.
Tip-toe, tip-toe I go down the stairs.
Opening the fridge, I see nothing I wanna eat yet.
My husband got too many five-guys french fries on his cheat day, so I’ll have those in a bit.
Coffee! I start the kettle and put my coconut milk in the frother thing. It makes yummy bubbly goodness.
I pour it into my Rainbow Dash mug and eat a few fries.
Still waking, I put a movie on, Ladyhawk today, and surf the internets while I sip my coffee.
When the coffee is gone (pouty face), I take off my onesie and wearing a t-shirt and undies, I roll out my yoga mat and do some of that with exercises from physical therapy for my low back and hip worked in.
I roll up the yoga mat and put down my elephant fleece blanket, put on my onesie, and take some pictures of it. It’s new and cute and I’m proud of it.
I decide while there to do some ties with my ropes.
I untie and put them away after a bit.
Then I pull out some adulting things and do that. Today it includes a really big book full of terminology my friends wouldn’t even know how to begin to tackle. I do a module and get bored.
During the adulting, I put on another movie, Doctor Strange (the new marvel one, not Doctor strange love which I have also watched).
I’m getting hungry, so I make a breakfast burrito with the fries, a scrambled egg, some cheese, and salsa.
It’s about 0500 now, so I decide to do a little bike ride. I pull out the stationary bike and spin for the rest of the movie. I read some on my phone and drink out of a water bottle with a cute kitten sticker on it.
After biking, I get back into my onesie and snuggle with Manni while we watch some YouTubes about soap making.
I paint my nails, even though I will have to take it off in a day or two.
I drink a sparkling water from a tall glass with a bendy straw.
I think about being fucked and claimed again, about being in bed held close, my wetness pressed to your side, you hard in my hand, our legs intertwined as we kiss.
My kid wakes and comes down the stairs. Their stuffies and Manni chat and snuggle with us on the couch while we talk about dreams (I keep mine rated G in these conversations, obviously).
I make them breakfast: an egg and two pieces of veggie bacon, referred to as ‘mommy bacon’ in this house.
We talk about what to do today, deciding on a little walk to the park.
After we get our clothes, hats and coats on, we head out to the park.
At the park we play gymnasts and hang on the bars, do cartwheels, and give each other high scores in balancing.
We head back and it is getting late, already noon. Time for a bath.
I select my bathbomb, a sparkly one with blue water, and slip into the relaxing warmth, which always makes me think of showers and hands and kissing.
I usually do my best writing in the bath with the music on and a candle lit.
I’ve been composing something about frost in my mind, and write it in the notes function of my phone.
I’ll revise it again and again later.
It’s 1330 before I know what has happened to time, so I climb out of the bath and get ready for sleeps.
I brush my teeth, make sure Manni is around, pick out sleep panties, and fill my water bottle.
Sometimes, I can’t help myself and I masturbate until I cum several times...
I look at my phone for a while, check and write messages, then read some with a book light (currently reading Ready Player 2 again).
My eyes become heavy and close as I drift to pleasant thoughts.

 

[Moochienanu]

You’re right, probably enough of the reminiscing of high school and the random things no one really reads to entirety... shall we discuss books?

 

[Moochienanu]

Read me, my Darling
A book written in Braille,
Use your fingertips to run
The hills and valleys
Of my words.

Read me, my Darling
An audio book in your ear,
Feel the sounds of my voice
Pause and emphasize
So close to you.

Read me, my Darling
A novel so graphic,
Study the beauty
In the image before you,
knowing every secret.

Read me, my Darling
A book of poems,
Your very own copy
To dog ear and enjoy
Over and over.

Image removed 3/14/22

 

[tnman03]

I loved your narrative on being read too. It was very soulful. And I also loved the picture you included.

 

[Todger65]

An interesting read about your night off. When a night worker, it is sometimes difficult to know whether to keep that sleep pattern going or revert back to ‘normal’ day time. I’ve done both when I was a long term night worker, many moons ago.

I like your interpretation of Braille. There really isn’t that much difference to body caresses and both use finger tip sensory input to the brain to interpret what you are seeing.

 

[Moochienanu]

Safety Scissors

Make one
Two
Pink, purple, red
Ripped to
Tiny pieces
Pasted back together
Rub lace impressions
Pink and raw
Darkening with time
A secret shared and sung
Brimming with
Beauty in it’s imperfections

Fingers over
Under
Weaving, falling, running
Intricate lines
Pulling strings
Placed in harmony together
Read with a blush
Warmed and open
On a sleeve always
Truth known and whimpered
Desires of it
Dusting glitter at our feet

Image removed 3/14/22

 

[HonorableRogue]

I think they were trying to give me what they thought was helpful criticism, so I didn’t take it too negatively.
My prose has targets and I like to think it is mainly for me to get my thoughts out about things...
I’ve had these knickers for a while and just don’t wear them for pics much... not sure why, because I like them and they’re so comfy!
This is called a lightning harness because of the shape it makes in the front and the ease of application/removal. It took less than five minutes to tie and less to remove (you simply pull the end and it comes apart!).

Well if it's a lighting harness maybe some Gryffindor knickers Moochie? You know you have them. Sure, they're covering the Slytherin pair you really want to ear sometimes but we all must be true to ourselves in the end.

Cheers

 

[Shyguy1369]

I just wanted to come and say Happy Valentines Day Moochie.
x 13

 

[Moochienanu]

Well if it's a lighting harness maybe some Gryffindor knickers Moochie? You know you have them. Sure, they're covering the Slytherin pair you really want to wear sometimes but we all must be true to ourselves in the end.

Cheers

I wish I did have Hogwarts panties, though if I did, they would likely match my house (Hufflepuff). I think you’re thinking of years ago when I bought tickets for myself and some friends. We went and chose their house (Gryffindor) for the endeavor because Hufflepuff was already full. That was a fun crawl. I made my own quidditch robes and wand... ended up making out with a couple who got engaged at the beginning of the crawl... and of course, the specialty drinks were delicious.

 

[HonorableRogue]

I wish I did have Hogwarts panties, though if I did, they would likely match my house (Hufflepuff). I think you’re thinking of years ago when I bought tickets for myself and some friends. We went and chose their house (Gryffindor) for the endeavor because Hufflepuff was already full. That was a fun crawl. I made my own quidditch robes and wand... ended up making out with a couple who got engaged at the beginning of the crawl... and of course, the specialty drinks were delicious.

Well there's no doubt you exhibit many of the Hufflepuff characteristics Moochie...

"You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true,
And unafraid of toil."

The part where they're...

• Not as competitive as the other houses
• More modest about their accomplishments

Is a little harder to swallow but I know you're thorough in everything you do and if you say the Potterverse deemed you Hufflepuff it must be true. Not long ago we attended a Harry Potter themed wine tasting where I dressed as a Death-Eater and looked a smidge like Grindelwald. The Butter Beer was excellent.

Cheers

 

[Moochienanu]

Will you kiss me when I cry?

Will you hold me to your chest
and allow my tears
to collect upon your shirt?
Will you stand steady
as I sob helplessly?
Will you be the one
who will wait patiently
for the torrent to pass,
tilt my face to yours,
and find me beautiful still?

 

[Moochienanu]

I want to turn them all off
The doubts
The what if’s
The wishes that will never come to be
Anywhere but in my dreams
That dance and spin
Across the back of my mind
While I try to pay attention
To the tissues
The vessels
The swaged-on, almost microscopic atra
I focus so hard and feel
Only your breath behind me
My arms giving out beneath me
Turning my head to kiss you
Your hands grabbing my hips
The warmth building deep inside
Your thighs against mine
My hips pressing back to you
I want to be there more than anywhere
My dreams mirror moments
Where I believe my wishes become reality
And I dance about in your mind
How you do in mine
Bodies moving in time
To the beat of this room
Where no heat is needed
And the best parts can play
Over and over
Rewinding
Rerunning
Rewatching
All those doubts melting
The way I do
Each time you kiss me

 

[Moochienanu]

I miss that place
Where the edge of a forgotten
Logging road
Walked hand in hand
Reaches out with soft green clover
Imploring my knees
To kiss it.

 

[TANSTAAFL58]

I want to turn them all off
The doubts
The what if’s
The wishes that will never come to be
Anywhere but in my dreams
That dance and spin
Across the back of my mind
While I try to pay attention
To the tissues
The vessels
The swaged-on, almost microscopic atra
I focus so hard and feel
Only your breath behind me
My arms giving out beneath me
Turning my head to kiss you
Your hands grabbing my hips
The warmth building deep inside
Your thighs against mine
My hips pressing back to you
I want to be there more than anywhere
My dreams mirror moments
Where I believe my wishes become reality
And I dance about in your mind
How you do in mine
Bodies moving in time
To the beat of this room
Where no heat is needed
And the best parts can play
Over and over
Rewinding
Rerunning
Rewatching
All those doubts melting
The way I do
Each time you kiss me

Good one. I had to look up "atra", so its educational as well as evocative.

 

[Moochienanu]

Good one. I had to look up "atra", so its educational as well as evocative.

I like to sneak in the med terms sometimes (atra is shorthand for an atraumatic suture needle)

 

[Moochienanu]

She hoped for romantic love every day,
A smile in the grocery
A polite exchange at the gym
Could turn into more, right?

She had watched every hallmark movie
Knew the lines before the actors spoke them,
Believing in falling for someone and
The idea of something bigger than her was
Controlling the fateful day
When her perfect someone would find her.

She made microwave meals for one
And read another romance novel
Before she turned out the light,
Allowing her thoughts to fall
Once again to that one time
Years ago
When a man her father’s age
Kissed her -

It was late one night
After she had put his three boys to bed
Their mother had been the victim of cancer
And the only funeral she had been to
In her young adult life.

She felt something for him
Not a passionate something,
But more of a want to make his life easier.

He had thanked her for her help
As he always did
Walking her to the foyer of the house,
She had felt the pull then
And wanted it to be something
So when he leaned just a bit
Their lips met
And that was it.
Over so quickly.
Nothing behind it.
Chaste.

She thanked him and walked to her car.

He started dating another woman soon after that
And they married after less than a year.

She was hopeful to try kissing someone again
But hadn’t had the chance since,
20 years have passed now
And time isn’t on her side.

 

[y=mx+b]

Absolutely exquisite.

 

[Shyguy1369]

Beautiful.