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

Moochienanu said:

My hands reach to hold him, touch him, feel his hard body... but he backs away. Letting go. Leaving me with questions running through my brain. He takes two steps back and looks at me thoughtfully. Really seeing me. His eyes are on me. Seeing right through me. I see the want in his eyes, but there’s something else now. Something wild. “You might regret this, Kitten... but I had hoped you would come here one day.” He says as he goes to his bike and takes a few bungee cords from it. “Just never in such a... delightful... outfit.” He comes over, kisses me again and grabs hold of one of my hands this time. He wraps a cord around the wrist and with a “stay right there” he takes the cord and appears at my other side to wrap the other end of it to the other wrist. He kisses up my taught arm to my shoulder. One of his hands runs up the inside of my leg, lightly brushing over the top of my stockings, lifting my skirt, letting the breeze flirt with my thighs. He lightly touches the front of my panties. “Wet already? That’s My Good Girl.” He says, lifting my dress higher and getting on his knees in front of me. He starts to pull down my panties and I squirm a bit, the tight cord and the tree bark digging into me of less concern than the thought of complete exposure outside. I have my weird things: this is one. He knows it. We’ve discussed my silly fears before. He looks up at me. “You are mine,” he says as he tucks my flowing dress into the top of my bra, leaving his hands free to remove my panties, “I’ll take care of you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say looking down at him, locked in his eyes as he undoes my boots one at a time and sets them aside. Then he slips off my underwear and balls it up in his fist. He then takes one of my legs and places it on his shoulder, his face now so close to my dripping pussy I can’t breathe. I can’t watch. I look away as I feel his tongue glide along my thigh and I whimper when he reaches my center. I slowly fall apart into him. I place more weight on his shoulder, the tree at my back, the cord around my wrists, as I get lost in his tongue moving and darting and making me sigh and moan and whimper and thrust and...

he stops.

“Not yet. Good Girls wait for approval, right Kitten?” He asks removing my leg from his shoulder and standing me upright. I nod as best I can through the fog that’s filled my mind. He looks me in the eye “you’ve been much too loud, though,” he explains as he shoves my panties into my mouth. “Best to keep it down so no one hears us.” I can taste myself on the panties. He takes his shorts down and I see his cock is so hard already I can imagine it rearranging my internal organs with his first deep thrust into my pelvis. I moan through my gag, my need for him coursing through me like waves of a hurricane.

He steps up into the space in front of me, and I feel my body pressing into the tree bark again. His hands run down my sides, down to my bottom and then he lifts me. I feel his cock rub against my wetness. His cockhead finds my opening and I feel him recognize it. We stay like that. On the precipice. It feels like forever. In that moment with our eyes locked. Then he plunges into me. His whole depth. I gasp and almost lose the gag as I feel him so deep so fast. I feel stretched tight and there is the visceral feeling I’ve been craving in my pelvis. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into me. He starts to rock his hips, and it feels like I’m going to explode in flames. He sinks his teeth into my neck and I know I’m so close to losing myself. He feels it too as I whimper against him.

“Now, Kitten. Cum for me.”

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Moochienanu said:

Searching but without luck
To find any other word
Term
Expression
Remark
That would mean what we need
Without saying the ones
We fear to
For unknown reasons
Explanations
Motives
Details
Digging deep into the thesaurus
For anything else
Something closer
Tighter
Nearer
Cozier
To the phrase we’re searching for
Without finding
Discovering
Uncovering
Identifying
The proper expression
To take its place.
We will continue to dance around
Evade
Skirt
Bypass
The straightforward answer to our search
Which is fine with us
Because I think you know
Comprehend
Recognize
Fathom
And I grasp it too
How very... galvanic... we both can be.

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Moochienanu said:

Today I was called a “cunt faced whore bag piece of shit” for not being “real” and refusing to give a complete stranger here my first name... the thing is, I thought about what it would be like to have a face that looked like a cunt, and what kind of bag does a whore like to carry anyway?

Unrelated, I’m seriously thinking about turning off my PMs for a while (oh, and I blocked the douche bag).

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Moochienanu said:

Today I was called a “cunt faced whore bag piece of shit” for not being “real” and refusing to give a complete stranger here my first name... the thing is, I thought about what it would be like to have a face that looked like a cunt, and what kind of bag does a whore like to carry anyway?

Unrelated, I’m seriously thinking about turning off my PMs for a while (oh, and I blocked the douche bag).

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AngelicaS1780 said:

I will never comprehend the vileness that some people spew with little or no provocation. How hard is it to not be horrid? Guess his pathetically fragile ego couldn't handle you being a person with agency and not his little fantasy doll who would do his bidding.
I am sorry that you had to experience that, my friend. Sadly, I'm sure it was not the first time, and it is unlikely that it will it be the last.

I think a woman or man, sex worker or not, who is sex positive, and judged by society for that, carries whatever kind of bag they damn well please.

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Moochienanu said:

Today I was called a “cunt faced whore bag piece of shit” for not being “real” and refusing to give a complete stranger here my first name... the thing is, I thought about what it would be like to have a face that looked like a cunt, and what kind of bag does a whore like to carry anyway?

Unrelated, I’m seriously thinking about turning off my PMs for a while (oh, and I blocked the douche bag).

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Moochienanu said:

Today I was called a “cunt faced whore bag piece of shit” for not being “real” and refusing to give a complete stranger here my first name... the thing is, I thought about what it would be like to have a face that looked like a cunt, and what kind of bag does a whore like to carry anyway?

Unrelated, I’m seriously thinking about turning off my PMs for a while (oh, and I blocked the douche bag).

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Moochienanu said:

Today I was called a “cunt faced whore bag piece of shit” for not being “real” and refusing to give a complete stranger here my first name... the thing is, I thought about what it would be like to have a face that looked like a cunt, and what kind of bag does a whore like to carry anyway?

Unrelated, I’m seriously thinking about turning off my PMs for a while (oh, and I blocked the douche bag).

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Moochienanu said:

Today I was called a “cunt faced whore bag piece of shit” for not being “real” and refusing to give a complete stranger here my first name... the thing is, I thought about what it would be like to have a face that looked like a cunt, and what kind of bag does a whore like to carry anyway?

Unrelated, I’m seriously thinking about turning off my PMs for a while (oh, and I blocked the douche bag).

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Moochienanu said:

Today I was called a “cunt faced whore bag piece of shit” for not being “real” and refusing to give a complete stranger here my first name... the thing is, I thought about what it would be like to have a face that looked like a cunt, and what kind of bag does a whore like to carry anyway?

Unrelated, I’m seriously thinking about turning off my PMs for a while (oh, and I blocked the douche bag).

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Moochienanu said:

Thank you everyone for your support.

As a way to show my gratitude, I have decided to share what’s in my personal “whore” bag (please note: I am not a sex worker and this is the actual contents of my tiny purse):

- Hand sanitizer - I try to keep things clean... and when I can’t, I at least wash my hands.
- Tampon - I’m always prepared for anything... and you never know when another whore might need one.
- extra pair of panties - Last time I didn’t have these when I needed them and drove home commando (thanks for that, Daddy).
- Unicorn notebook - because Notes need to be taken sometimes.
- Various hairties and clips - I have a lot of hair and never know when I will have to get some of it out of the way to allow a better view of my lips around His cock.
- Phone charger - can’t get stuck out and about without a charged leash.
- Electrical tape - *smirk*
- Condoms - pretty self explanatory. I’m a smart little girl.
- Mascara, lipgloss, misc. makeups - for a touch up here and there... can’t be looking all disheveled entering the restaurant we just had sex behind.
- Permanent marker - comes in handy when I need to write on something... and also, have I mentioned I like occasional degradation? Because I do.
- Wallet items including cash - duh. It’s a purse, gotta have ID and a way to pay for an espresso.

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Todger65 said:

Electrical tape. A quick easy method of restraint that doesn’t take up a lot of room to store and carry around with you.

God it’s many years since I had sex in the back seat of a vehicle, back in the day before seat belts were mandatory on the back seats.

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