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

Moochie

Always great in prose and pics that match the words! Saw a car at the market advertising "Moochie's Tattoos and Piercing" wanted to send you a picture but they left before I could. Then I thought, "what if it was her?" Dammit, lol.
 
I must admit that your jeans fit you way better than mine do.

Time spent waiting for ‘Him’ to join you is worth it in the end. You both know that.
 
Talking to myself these days
Out of earshot
Learning to cope
With the changes that I’ve enacted.

Write it
Delete it
Rewrite
Send.

I keep up
Or maybe I just look like I do
as I fall apart
In ways no one sees
Because I won’t let them
And what’s the point anyway?

Sounds a bit like me. Hope you are doing well Moochie.
((HUGGLES))
 
Oh!

Before I forget...
I just need you to know
That I really want to
But I’m waiting for you first
Because it’s already there
In how you look at me,
Kiss me,
And in the very cliché
That made me take that picture...


...And that’s all I need
To get me through
Until you’re ready...

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Very seductive and alluring picture indeed. Makes me wish I could deliver a kiss unto you that makes you feel the pleasures and joys of all your happy days. :heart:
((HUGGLES))
:kiss::rose:
 
Oh!

Before I forget...
I just need you to know
That I really want to
But I’m waiting for you first
Because it’s already there
In how you look at me,
Kiss me,
And in the very cliché
That made me take that picture...


...And that’s all I need
To get me through
Until you’re ready...

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I dared to think of what might happen
Jeans lowered
Your bounty revealed

Seeing is believing
But then, we are just voyeurs after all.

Wonderful tease as ever Moochie.
 
I crave more than sore
Because I have this need
To feel pain
And it is frowned upon
By my own psyche these days
As well as others
To inflict it on myself.

I see other masochists with their bite mark bruises,
Bright red bottoms,
Pretty rope impressions,
Striped thighs...
And I want them all for myself.
I love not only feeling what we did,
But seeing it too.


I want to be really tossed around,
Thrown down,
And taken hard the way we both need,
With your fist full of my hair,
And my ass cheeks flaming hot from your belt.
I want to feel your hands encircling my throat
as your hips move against mine
And you’re deep inside me.

I want to collapse in your arms
And have you pull me up into your lap,
Rocking me against you.
After you’ve used what I have all up,
I will need a slow reshaping
Of us, we.
All sweet, slow kisses and soft whispers
Against bare skin.

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I crave more than sore
Because I have this need
To feel pain
And it is frowned upon
By my own psyche these days
As well as others
To inflict it on myself.

I see other masochists with their bite mark bruises,
Bright red bottoms,
Pretty rope impressions,
Striped thighs...
And I want them all for myself.
I love not only feeling what we did,
But seeing it too.

I want to be really tossed around,
Thrown down,
And taken hard the way we both need,
With your fist full of my hair,
And my ass cheeks flaming hot from your belt.
I want to feel your hands encircling my throat
as your hips move against mine
And you’re deep inside me.

I want to collapse in your arms
And have you pull me up into your lap,
Rocking me against you.
After you’ve used what I have all up,
I will need a slow reshaping
Of us, we.
All sweet, slow kisses and soft whispers
Against bare skin.

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A delicate yet strong message... the photo is the icing.
 
Oh!

Before I forget...
I just need you to know
That I really want to
But I’m waiting for you first
Because it’s already there
In how you look at me,
Kiss me,
And in the very cliché
That made me take that picture...


...And that’s all I need
To get me through
Until you’re ready...

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So very sexy:kiss:
 
I crave more than sore
Because I have this need
To feel pain
And it is frowned upon
By my own psyche these days
As well as others
To inflict it on myself.

I see other masochists with their bite mark bruises,
Bright red bottoms,
Pretty rope impressions,
Striped thighs...
And I want them all for myself.
I love not only feeling what we did,
But seeing it too.

I want to be really tossed around,
Thrown down,
And taken hard the way we both need,
With your fist full of my hair,
And my ass cheeks flaming hot from your belt.
I want to feel your hands encircling my throat
as your hips move against mine
And you’re deep inside me.

I want to collapse in your arms
And have you pull me up into your lap,
Rocking me against you.
After you’ve used what I have all up,
I will need a slow reshaping
Of us, we.
All sweet, slow kisses and soft whispers
Against bare skin.

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Damn sexy panties once again :D
 
I crave more than sore
Because I have this need
To feel pain
And it is frowned upon
By my own psyche these days
As well as others
To inflict it on myself.

I see other masochists with their bite mark bruises,
Bright red bottoms,
Pretty rope impressions,
Striped thighs...
And I want them all for myself.
I love not only feeling what we did,
But seeing it too.


I want to be really tossed around,
Thrown down,
And taken hard the way we both need,
With your fist full of my hair,
And my ass cheeks flaming hot from your belt.
I want to feel your hands encircling my throat
as your hips move against mine
And you’re deep inside me.

I want to collapse in your arms
And have you pull me up into your lap,
Rocking me against you.
After you’ve used what I have all up,
I will need a slow reshaping
Of us, we.
All sweet, slow kisses and soft whispers
Against bare skin.

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I agree with him, feeling and seeing is a way of remembering and re creating when apart.
 
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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Fuck, this goes way beyond sexy, absolutely wonderfully, always stimulating and the very essence of erotic :rose:
 
A first comment because of two requests. The first was for a comment, which I am now doing. You are a lovely person and o am glad I know you.

The second was a song. I will go with something different but impressive.

Jeremy Dutcher - Pomok naka Poktoinskwes

Who knew if I just asked once you would leave a comment? Yay!

I am very lucky to call you a friend too. You’ve been very reliable through the years and it means a lot to be able to turn to you when things are good and bad.

The song is very cool and impressive. What language is that?! I feel I need back story here... please to be providing?
 
Who knew if I just asked once you would leave a comment? Yay!

I am very lucky to call you a friend too. You’ve been very reliable through the years and it means a lot to be able to turn to you when things are good and bad.

The song is very cool and impressive. What language is that?! I feel I need back story here... please to be providing?

Jeremy Dutcher is an Indigenous Canadian artist and that is from his debut album. He was doing his grad project and got access to wax cylinder recordings anthropologists made from his tribe in the early 1900s. He then adapted them, singing songs that have not been sung in... awhile. Some of the tracks on the album sample the original recordings too.
 
You wander into my mind
Transporting me
To a happy place
Where I am bent across your knee
And the sound of your hand,
My whimpers,
Your smile,
Fills me.

You saunter into my mind
Commanding my attention
To my position
Where your gaze upon me
And the feel of your fingers,
My moans,
Your voice,
Possesses me.

You are always in my mind
A consistent presence
To reassure me
Where your touch is constantly felt as
A brush through my hair,
Hand on my thigh,
Breath on my skin,
Completing me.

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You wander into my mind
Transporting me
To a happy place
Where I am bent across your knee
And the sound of your hand,
My whimpers,
Your smile,
Fills me.

You saunter into my mind
Commanding my attention
To my position
Where your gaze upon me
And the feel of your fingers,
My moans,
Your voice,
Possesses me.

You are always in my mind
A consistent presence
To reassure me
Where your touch is constantly felt as
A brush through my hair,
Hand on my thigh,
Breath on my skin,
Completing me.

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I know this wasn't your intention, but as I was reading this, I couldn't help but think of this song:
Always On My Mind - Willie Nelson

That aside, once again your words evoke thoughts, feelings and memories even. Wonderfully delightful picture to go along with such truly inspiring words.
((HUGGLES))
:kiss::rose:
 
You wander into my mind
Transporting me
To a happy place
Where I am bent across your knee
And the sound of your hand,
My whimpers,
Your smile,
Fills me.

You saunter into my mind
Commanding my attention
To my position
Where your gaze upon me
And the feel of your fingers,
My moans,
Your voice,
Possesses me.

You are always in my mind
A consistent presence
To reassure me
Where your touch is constantly felt as
A brush through my hair,
Hand on my thigh,
Breath on my skin,
Completing me.

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Perfect description of how it should be, how it would be if I was closer.:kiss:
 
I feel the saliva
Building up in my mouth
As you pull it out
Holding it in front of my face
Like I’m the horse
And it is my bit
My halter.

“Open.”

With the one assertive word
From you
My mouth is widened
And you slip it in
My eyes look deep into yours
As your hands slip behind
To tighten it.

“On all fours.”

With the ballgag
Pulling at the corners of my mouth
My hands hit the floor
Shortly after my knees
My breasts swaying
Like pendulous flesh
And you smile down at me.

“That’s my Good Girl.”

I am yours
Looking up to you
From so low
As your hand goes to your waist
Unbuttoning your sport coat
And grasping your belt in your hand
Unbuckling.

“You’ve been needing this?”

You read my mind
Or my face
Or my whimpers through the jaw-aching gag,
Nodding vigorously
As you slowly,
Deliberately pull your belt off,
The sound of it sliding through the loops of your trousers
Causing my body to involuntarily tremble.

“You want this kitten?”

I want to scream out an emphatic “yes”
In answer,
Instead I nod again
I don’t know why It feels so right
To have your belt create the welts it does
But I also don’t care
Because
I feel beautiful as the saliva drips off my chin
To the ground
With the first strike.

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I feel the saliva
Building up in my mouth
As you pull it out
Holding it in front of my face
Like I’m the horse
And it is my bit
My halter.

“Open.”

With the one assertive word
From you
My mouth is widened
And you slip it in
My eyes look deep into yours
As your hands slip behind
To tighten it.

“On all fours.”

With the ballgag
Pulling at the corners of my mouth
My hands hit the floor
Shortly after my knees
My breasts swaying
Like pendulous flesh
And you smile down at me.

“That’s my Good Girl.”

I am yours
Looking up to you
From so low
As your hand goes to your waist
Unbuttoning your sport coat
And grasping your belt in your hand
Unbuckling.

“You’ve been needing this?”

You read my mind
Or my face
Or my whimpers through the jaw-aching gag,
Nodding vigorously
As you slowly,
Deliberately pull your belt off,
The sound of it sliding through the loops of your trousers
Causing my body to involuntarily tremble.

“You want this kitten?”

I want to scream out an emphatic “yes”
In answer,
Instead I nod again
I don’t know why It feels so right
To have your belt create the welts it does
But I also don’t care
Because
I feel beautiful as the saliva drips off my chin
To the ground
With the first strike.

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Good grief!!! I shall never be able to take my belt off in a normal manner again...
 
You wander into my mind
Transporting me
To a happy place
Where I am bent across your knee
And the sound of your hand,
My whimpers,
Your smile,
Fills me.

You saunter into my mind
Commanding my attention
To my position
Where your gaze upon me
And the feel of your fingers,
My moans,
Your voice,
Possesses me.

You are always in my mind
A consistent presence
To reassure me
Where your touch is constantly felt as
A brush through my hair,
Hand on my thigh,
Breath on my skin,
Completing me.

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Ass to die for. :devil::kiss:
 
Good grief!!! I shall never be able to take my belt off in a normal manner again...

It is one of my secret goals to make the everyday, mundane more interesting... belts, however, have always been a bit of an excitement for me, though (as you’re well aware *wink*).
 
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