Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

Moochienanu said:

I lay here, my head on your chest and I feel so safe. Hearing your breath drawing in and out of your lungs, your heart rhythm soothing me into a place of security. Your arm under me, around me, pulling me ever closer into you. A hand resting on my ass cheek, my leg draped over yours. I let out a content sigh and let my hand play over the fur on your chest. I need this. I miss this. I miss you. You slowly turn softer, no breath or lub-dub is heard in my ear anymore. My pillow isn’t a good double, and I need something that smells like you. A pillow soaks tears up better than skin though. Thank goodness.

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Moochienanu said:

I lay here, my head on your chest and I feel so safe. Hearing your breath drawing in and out of your lungs, your heart rhythm soothing me into a place of security. Your arm under me, around me, pulling me ever closer into you. A hand resting on my ass cheek, my leg draped over yours. I let out a content sigh and let my hand play over the fur on your chest. I need this. I miss this. I miss you. You slowly turn softer, no breath or lub-dub is heard in my ear anymore. My pillow isn’t a good double, and I need something that smells like you. A pillow soaks tears up better than skin though. Thank goodness.

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Massive Grooves said:

I had not clicked on this thread before. Have more to go through.

Well done.

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mackkjackk said:

such passion such lust such want xx

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Todger65 said:

Dreams are often vivid, more so if they are of the 'wet' variety,

OR

was it real and he has gone to the bathroom whilst your body and mind was coming down from a mind blowing orgasm.

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OR, secret option number C: I am recalling a lover’s actions while I play with myself.

It could be none of these, it could be a little of all of them. The world may never know!

Steelheart2018 said:

Glad to see you back and posting.

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Moochienanu said:

The pit of my stomach falls out. My mouth goes dry. I hate that I can’t enrapture enough to stop it. I know it shouldn’t have such an effect on me, but it does. I hate that I feel so...betrayed. I’ve told him it’s fine, why can’t it actually <be> fine then? I’ll never be okay with it. I realize I’m a hypocrite, okay!?!!? I do it all the time, and I can’t help but think that he feels the same when I do. A bit of me thinks: “I hope he finds out or sees and I get some possessive reaction.” I want to shout existence from the rafters like so many others, but worry to incessantly about unforeseen consequences and repercussions. I know I should curtail, that there is always life before, on the side, without, and after me. I need to accept that I may never come clean from my tarnish. I love how he makes me feel, so I should just focus on that feeling... but then why do I read and re-read and listen and still feel betrayed? This primal, animalistic feeling exists inside me: I am a stalking kitten. A sweet, treasured kitten. I just... it all boils down to me being a silly little girl who wants to be good, but also naughty.

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Moochienanu said:

The pit of my stomach falls out. My mouth goes dry. I hate that I can’t enrapture enough to stop it. I know it shouldn’t have such an effect on me, but it does. I hate that I feel so...betrayed. I’ve told him it’s fine, why can’t it actually <be> fine then? I’ll never be okay with it. I realize I’m a hypocrite, okay!?!!? I do it all the time, and I can’t help but think that he feels the same when I do. A bit of me thinks: “I hope he finds out or sees and I get some possessive reaction.” I want to shout existence from the rafters like so many others, but worry to incessantly about unforeseen consequences and repercussions. I know I should curtail, that there is always life before, on the side, without, and after me. I need to accept that I may never come clean from my tarnish. I love how he makes me feel, so I should just focus on that feeling... but then why do I read and re-read and listen and still feel betrayed? This primal, animalistic feeling exists inside me: I am a stalking kitten. A sweet, treasured kitten. I just... it all boils down to me being a silly little girl who wants to be good, but also naughty.

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Moochienanu said:

The pit of my stomach falls out. My mouth goes dry. I hate that I can’t enrapture enough to stop it. I know it shouldn’t have such an effect on me, but it does. I hate that I feel so...betrayed. I’ve told him it’s fine, why can’t it actually <be> fine then? I’ll never be okay with it. I realize I’m a hypocrite, okay!?!!? I do it all the time, and I can’t help but think that he feels the same when I do. A bit of me thinks: “I hope he finds out or sees and I get some possessive reaction.” I want to shout existence from the rafters like so many others, but worry to incessantly about unforeseen consequences and repercussions. I know I should curtail, that there is always life before, on the side, without, and after me. I need to accept that I may never come clean from my tarnish. I love how he makes me feel, so I should just focus on that feeling... but then why do I read and re-read and listen and still feel betrayed? This primal, animalistic feeling exists inside me: I am a stalking kitten. A sweet, treasured kitten. I just... it all boils down to me being a silly little girl who wants to be good, but also naughty.

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Moochienanu said:

The pit of my stomach falls out. My mouth goes dry. I hate that I can’t enrapture enough to stop it. I know it shouldn’t have such an effect on me, but it does. I hate that I feel so...betrayed. I’ve told him it’s fine, why can’t it actually <be> fine then? I’ll never be okay with it. I realize I’m a hypocrite, okay!?!!? I do it all the time, and I can’t help but think that he feels the same when I do. A bit of me thinks: “I hope he finds out or sees and I get some possessive reaction.” I want to shout existence from the rafters like so many others, but worry to incessantly about unforeseen consequences and repercussions. I know I should curtail, that there is always life before, on the side, without, and after me. I need to accept that I may never come clean from my tarnish. I love how he makes me feel, so I should just focus on that feeling... but then why do I read and re-read and listen and still feel betrayed? This primal, animalistic feeling exists inside me: I am a stalking kitten. A sweet, treasured kitten. I just... it all boils down to me being a silly little girl who wants to be good, but also naughty.

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Todger65 said:

Words are so important. They can be loving or controlling, even both at the same time with the right choice of words.

Sometimes a look is all that is needed to compel you and bend you to my will.

Just the lightest of touch to your hands and you know to raise them above your head and they will remain there without my needing to forcefully hold them.

You are mine to do with as I wish.

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Word choices can make or break a relationship. Words are as (if not more) powerful than even touch. I can be transported with his words to a place or time when we are together and he is taking me. His voice makes me feel safe enough to do anything and let go of everything else.

A look can also be very effective, and as you know, he has those eyes...

I am always elated to read your comments.

Duggc70 said:

so beautiful and so sensual submissive and erotic your picture so perfect great pose look forward to the next one always classy but hot thank you

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Steelheart2018 said:

Such a sexy pic to go along with this sexy story.

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I felt it was a bit of a bold story which deserved an equally strong photo. So happy you find both sexy.

albertaboy said:

Scars heal to the point you don't even notice them anymore. My wife just had lumpectomy on the underside of her right breast, looking at the scar finally make her (hopefully) early stage two breast cancer real. She freaked out a bit that her breasts were ugly now. I guarantee I won't even notice once it's healed.

Neither should anyone who cares about you, it will just be something that is part of you.

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Guyblue82 said:

Thanks for sharing so much. Beautiful inside and out

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Moochienanu said:

I didn’t think I’d be staying that first night, so I didn’t bring a toothbrush. He had an extra. It was better than the one I have at home: one of the fancy ones with the things that massage your gums on the sides. I brushed thinking about every time we had seen each other in this exact pose before. Then he comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I finish brushing, rinse, spit, and I tap off the fancy brush and let it rest there at the edge of the sink. I can feel his eyes on me, so I let my eyes look up into his... I smile at him behind me in the mirror while I feel his furry chest on my back, his strong hands on my hips.

I want him again, but I wait. He is the one who says when. I can feel he wants me too as I allow my body to sink back into his. I rest my head back into his shoulder, exposing my neck, clavicle and bare shoulder to him. I feel his desire for me growing as we look into each other’s eyes in that mirror. Then suddenly there is a hand on my back with light pressure between my shoulder blades, pushing me forward, bending me over the counter. I acquiesce and grip the edge of the sink, but keep my eyes on his: my own little defiance I know there will be punishment for, and that excites me even more.

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planetbeat_ said:

Your writing is so unbelievably erotic, and stimulating in all the best ways.......the picture, wow....is it bad I zoomed in?

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Moochienanu said:

I didn’t think I’d be staying that first night, so I didn’t bring a toothbrush. He had an extra. It was better than the one I have at home: one of the fancy ones with the things that massage your gums on the sides. I brushed thinking about every time we had seen each other in this exact pose before. Then he comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I finish brushing, rinse, spit, and I tap off the fancy brush and let it rest there at the edge of the sink. I can feel his eyes on me, so I let my eyes look up into his... I smile at him behind me in the mirror while I feel his furry chest on my back, his strong hands on my hips.

I want him again, but I wait. He is the one who says when. I can feel he wants me too as I allow my body to sink back into his. I rest my head back into his shoulder, exposing my neck, clavicle and bare shoulder to him. I feel his desire for me growing as we look into each other’s eyes in that mirror. Then suddenly there is a hand on my back with light pressure between my shoulder blades, pushing me forward, bending me over the counter. I acquiesce and grip the edge of the sink, but keep my eyes on his: my own little defiance I know there will be punishment for, and that excites me even more.

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mackkjackk said:

Can i be your hammerhead that you pet x i hope something made you happy

gorgeous dress.. lovely upskirt x

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*giggles* I love that you want to play! Thank you for being a sweet predatory fish.

EdEc said:

Nice dress. Nicer photos.

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Todger65 said:

I love your photos. You can come and sit in my lounge with your legs spread and I’ll direct the cooling fan towards you. Once you’ve cooled down, I can warm you up again.

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A large fan pointed at my body is exactly what I need! How soon can I be over?

13Fantasies said:

Beautiful as always.

-Hugs-

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devilsanus said:

It is a travesty that this thread isn't the top thread on the first page every single minute of every day. It's just not right. Great post, interesting prose, beautiful pics. Thank you.

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Such high praise! I won’t let it go to my head. You’re the kindest!

planetbeat_ said:

A most lovely post and such wonderful accompanying images

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Moochienanu said:

The pit of my stomach falls out. My mouth goes dry. I hate that I can’t enrapture enough to stop it. I know it shouldn’t have such an effect on me, but it does. I hate that I feel so...betrayed. I’ve told him it’s fine, why can’t it actually <be> fine then? I’ll never be okay with it. I realize I’m a hypocrite, okay!?!!? I do it all the time, and I can’t help but think that he feels the same when I do. A bit of me thinks: “I hope he finds out or sees and I get some possessive reaction.” I want to shout existence from the rafters like so many others, but worry to incessantly about unforeseen consequences and repercussions. I know I should curtail, that there is always life before, on the side, without, and after me. I need to accept that I may never come clean from my tarnish. I love how he makes me feel, so I should just focus on that feeling... but then why do I read and re-read and listen and still feel betrayed? This primal, animalistic feeling exists inside me: I am a stalking kitten. A sweet, treasured kitten. I just... it all boils down to me being a silly little girl who wants to be good, but also naughty.

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Moochienanu said:

A large fan pointed at my body is exactly what I need! How soon can I be over?

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Moochienanu said:

I am lost again. Searching through the forest. My bare feet falling on the moss and needle strewn carpet. Walking past fallen, decrepit logs which used to be pieces of what I wanted. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore, I just keep taking steps. Moving myself forward. Trying to find what I think I need and want. Light shines through the canopy and I think that maybe this is it: I can be happy here for a little while. I get comfortable in the glade. I wiggle my feet in and feel the earth between my toes. It’s then that the earth falls out from underneath me.

Why do I try anymore? Why do I always seem to feel so lost. Valid points are brought up. We’ll never be more. We can never be more. Outside of his bed we’re such opposites. I’m not really happy, am I? I smile. I keep smiling through it because I know in the end we will never work: he has a closet of perfectly folded, crisp white linens, I wear mismatched socks. He pulls me into the bedroom a last time, pushes me onto the bed and kisses me passionately, deeply, tongue exploring... we’ll try again. A third time. New rules. New limits. I’m so unsure right now. So lost. I was keyed and then it was revoked and that’s okay, but the shirt too? Harmless to want to feel comfort, right? Right. Not harmless. I feel harmed walking through these woods alone. Do I or don’t I? Will I or won’t I? Should I? I’ll wait. Give him time. How much can I give before I can make it about me again? I’ve done nothing wrong, it’s always been his nature. So ironic that nature is where I’m comfortable, truly grounded. Where I can take a deep breath and feel my lungs expand. I’ll be here, in the forest of my mind, where I can cry in peace.

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Moochienanu said:

I am lost again. Searching through the forest. My bare feet falling on the moss and needle strewn carpet. Walking past fallen, decrepit logs which used to be pieces of what I wanted. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore, I just keep taking steps. Moving myself forward. Trying to find what I think I need and want. Light shines through the canopy and I think that maybe this is it: I can be happy here for a little while. I get comfortable in the glade. I wiggle my feet in and feel the earth between my toes. It’s then that the earth falls out from underneath me.

Why do I try anymore? Why do I always seem to feel so lost. Valid points are brought up. We’ll never be more. We can never be more. Outside of his bed we’re such opposites. I’m not really happy, am I? I smile. I keep smiling through it because I know in the end we will never work: he has a closet of perfectly folded, crisp white linens, I wear mismatched socks. He pulls me into the bedroom a last time, pushes me onto the bed and kisses me passionately, deeply, tongue exploring... we’ll try again. A third time. New rules. New limits. I’m so unsure right now. So lost. I was keyed and then it was revoked and that’s okay, but the shirt too? Harmless to want to feel comfort, right? Right. Not harmless. I feel harmed walking through these woods alone. Do I or don’t I? Will I or won’t I? Should I? I’ll wait. Give him time. How much can I give before I can make it about me again? I’ve done nothing wrong, it’s always been his nature. So ironic that nature is where I’m comfortable, truly grounded. Where I can take a deep breath and feel my lungs expand. I’ll be here, in the forest of my mind, where I can cry in peace.

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Moochienanu said:

I am lost again. Searching through the forest. My bare feet falling on the moss and needle strewn carpet. Walking past fallen, decrepit logs which used to be pieces of what I wanted. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore, I just keep taking steps. Moving myself forward. Trying to find what I think I need and want. Light shines through the canopy and I think that maybe this is it: I can be happy here for a little while. I get comfortable in the glade. I wiggle my feet in and feel the earth between my toes. It’s then that the earth falls out from underneath me.

Why do I try anymore? Why do I always seem to feel so lost. Valid points are brought up. We’ll never be more. We can never be more. Outside of his bed we’re such opposites. I’m not really happy, am I? I smile. I keep smiling through it because I know in the end we will never work: he has a closet of perfectly folded, crisp white linens, I wear mismatched socks. He pulls me into the bedroom a last time, pushes me onto the bed and kisses me passionately, deeply, tongue exploring... we’ll try again. A third time. New rules. New limits. I’m so unsure right now. So lost. I was keyed and then it was revoked and that’s okay, but the shirt too? Harmless to want to feel comfort, right? Right. Not harmless. I feel harmed walking through these woods alone. Do I or don’t I? Will I or won’t I? Should I? I’ll wait. Give him time. How much can I give before I can make it about me again? I’ve done nothing wrong, it’s always been his nature. So ironic that nature is where I’m comfortable, truly grounded. Where I can take a deep breath and feel my lungs expand. I’ll be here, in the forest of my mind, where I can cry in peace.

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Dared_To said:

I'm not sure how to say I love the pics without disrespecting the depth of the text

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KrazieKat69 said:

Beautiful photos!!!

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Thanks, Kat. Nice to see you commenting

Todger65 said:

Being in a forest can be one of two things. It is a wonderful quiet and calming place, just the sound of birds and maybe the odd creature or two allowing you to be at one with nature. But when you are lost, don’t know where you are, how you got this deep into it, it is a dark frightening place, it takes your breath away, your heart beats faster and you wonder whether you will ever get out, get released from the darkness.

You need to leave markers when you enter the dark and dismal place, so that you may eventually find your way back out into the known areas of forest or life.

You have a decision to make, whether to spend time in your happy place, or allow yourself to be kept in that dark place, always wondering if he will allow you your freedom to find your own release..


I love the photos, the path into the unknown, and where you are happy and becoming one with nature. This is the visual showing your two options.

Btw, I always wear odd socks, just to be different.

Ps. I love the unusual arrows through your nipples.

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