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

Moochienanu said:

You make me want
To feel your hands wrap around the small of my waist,
Pull me closer,
Like the most delicious meal you’ve ever tasted,
I want to feel you
Kiss my bourbon-soaked lips,
And make a trail down from them
Over my jaw,
Down my neck,
To the top of my breast.

I want to feel you stop there
As I pant and try to catch what breath is left
While the rain falls distractingly,
Until your eyes seem to pull mine to look down at you there,
Hovering millimeter from my flesh,
Your eyes on mine
As you sink your teeth in
Deep
And hard.

I don’t know exactly the noise I will make yet,
But I look forward to finding out.

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Moochienanu said:

You make me want
To feel your hands wrap around the small of my waist,
Pull me closer,
Like the most delicious meal you’ve ever tasted,
I want to feel you
Kiss my bourbon-soaked lips,
And make a trail down from them
Over my jaw,
Down my neck,
To the top of my breast.

I want to feel you stop there
As I pant and try to catch what breath is left
While the rain falls distractingly,
Until your eyes seem to pull mine to look down at you there,
Hovering millimeter from my flesh,
Your eyes on mine
As you sink your teeth in
Deep
And hard.

I don’t know exactly the noise I will make yet,
But I look forward to finding out.

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Moochienanu said:

You make me want
To feel your hands wrap around the small of my waist,
Pull me closer,
Like the most delicious meal you’ve ever tasted,
I want to feel you
Kiss my bourbon-soaked lips,
And make a trail down from them
Over my jaw,
Down my neck,
To the top of my breast.

I want to feel you stop there
As I pant and try to catch what breath is left
While the rain falls distractingly,
Until your eyes seem to pull mine to look down at you there,
Hovering millimeter from my flesh,
Your eyes on mine
As you sink your teeth in
Deep
And hard.

I don’t know exactly the noise I will make yet,
But I look forward to finding out.

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Moochienanu said:

You make me want
To feel your hands wrap around the small of my waist,
Pull me closer,
Like the most delicious meal you’ve ever tasted,
I want to feel you
Kiss my bourbon-soaked lips,
And make a trail down from them
Over my jaw,
Down my neck,
To the top of my breast.

I want to feel you stop there
As I pant and try to catch what breath is left
While the rain falls distractingly,
Until your eyes seem to pull mine to look down at you there,
Hovering millimeter from my flesh,
Your eyes on mine
As you sink your teeth in
Deep
And hard.

I don’t know exactly the noise I will make yet,
But I look forward to finding out.

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Pervy_Sage said:

My gosh!!! Soo good! This almost makes me want to write a response.

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Moochienanu said:

There is a book
Where the binding
Has fallen apart
And it has no choice
But to lay wide open
When held,
To the most vulnerable pages
Inside.

This book is a well read
Collection of stories
Worth a lifetime
Of thumbing through
Fun to experience
Over and over
With its plot leading sometimes
Where you least expect
But always to something
You were needing.

It is a comfort
To pull it from the shelf
Run a finger along the weathered spine
And flip to a page
Where you feel that synergy
That page you’re on is exactly
The one you craved
Since learning to be excited about reading
When you were young
Under the bedsheet
With a flashlight
And your first novel
Chomping an apple
Immersed for the first time.

This book feels your hands
As you hold it
Like a treasure
And treat it
With pride and reverence
And it knows it will never leave
The library you’ve placed it in
Safely behind lock and key
To be enjoyed,
Kept.

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Moochienanu said:

There is a book...

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Moochienanu said:

There is a book

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Moochienanu said:

My mind wanders
To my body pressed against a tree
With the bare flesh of my back raked by bark
And your strong hands reminding
My body how inconsequential it is
As you kiss me.

My mind wanders
To your smile as I walk toward you
After being apart for days
And as you pull me in for that first embrace,
Feeling that smile against my skin
Is the best “hello.”

My mind wanders
To my features in silhouetted light
As your fingertips move lazily
Over the curves and valleys
Of the property
Owned beneath them.

My mind wanders
To my worries of crashing in front of you
Of your reaction if I lose strength,
Show weakness,
Or give up a fight with the
Negative thoughts in my head
That rule at times.

My mind wanders
To your chest with my cheek upon it
Your breath felt
And heard as my body is laid out
Against your side
Your arm wrapped around me
How I always want to sleep.

My mind wanders
To the feel of soft, green grass
Lawn freshly cut
Tickling the bottoms of my feet
And sneaking between my toes
As I rise up on them
To have my lips meet yours.

My mind wanders
To you
And I...




... to us.

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Moochienanu said:

My mind wanders
To my body pressed against a tree
With the bare flesh of my back raked by bark
And your strong hands reminding
My body how inconsequential it is
As you kiss me.

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Moochienanu said:

The moment his teeth sunk into meat
Of inner thigh
Right where they were needed.
When the skin felt like breaking,
But held against the sharp invaders.

The feel that those incisors
As they got close to puncture
And the slickness, feel of her cunt
Under his fingertips
Had him hungrier
Than ever before.

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Moochienanu said:

The moment his teeth sunk into meat
Of inner thigh
Right where they were needed.
When the skin felt like breaking,
But held against the sharp invaders.

The feel that those incisors
As they got close to puncture
And the slickness, feel of her cunt
Under his fingertips
Had him hungrier
Than ever before.


...Ravenous...


As a wild dog when offered
Fresh flesh for feasting


...starving...


Just for her.

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Moochienanu said:

The moment his teeth sunk into meat
Of inner thigh
Right where they were needed.
When the skin felt like breaking,
But held against the sharp invaders.

The feel that those incisors
As they got close to puncture
And the slickness, feel of her cunt
Under his fingertips
Had him hungrier
Than ever before.


...Ravenous...


As a wild dog when offered
Fresh flesh for feasting


...starving...


Just for her.

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Moochienanu said:

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Moochienanu said:

As I sit in my peppermint soak,
Feeling the water soften my skin,
I am delighted
Looking down,
To see you’re here with me
In a way.

A reminder of what asking nicely does.


So I will say it again: Thank you, Daddy.

*slow blink for your known answer and the kiss that punctuates it*

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Moochienanu said:

Steam rises
From her skin
Which smells soft and sweet
Stepping out
One foot past the tile
To the concrete
With its drains recessed.

I remember smelling her dampness
And the way her movements
Seem to tell me
The slight smile
Her hands ringing her hair...
And I wanted to kiss every single thing about her
But especially the wet
I knew that happened
Between her legs.

I slowly walked over
Allowing the intoxication of her nakedness near mine
To fill me a bit
With a youthful wonder as to why
And how do I go about?

It then didn’t matter
Because as I moved to go past her
Into the showers
Almost touching her shoulder to mine
She looked right into my eyes
And turned
To push her body
Against mine
And kiss me.

Stunned, her lips were soft
Wet hand grabbing a fist of my hair
Pulling my gaze up,
away from her eyes
Which could only be described as fierce
We were walking back
While she kissed my neck
We moved together
Into the steam.

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Moochienanu said:

Steam rises
From her skin
Which smells soft and sweet
Stepping out
One foot past the tile
To the concrete
With its drains recessed.

I remember smelling her dampness
And the way her movements
Seem to tell me
The slight smile
Her hands ringing her hair...
And I wanted to kiss every single thing about her
But especially the wet
I knew that happened
Between her legs.

I slowly walked over
Allowing the intoxication of her nakedness near mine
To fill me a bit
With a youthful wonder as to why
And how do I go about?

It then didn’t matter
Because as I moved to go past her
Into the showers
Almost touching her shoulder to mine
She looked right into my eyes
And turned
To push her body
Against mine
And kiss me.

Stunned, her lips were soft
Wet hand grabbing a fist of my hair
Pulling my gaze up,
away from her eyes
Which could only be described as fierce
We were walking back
While she kissed my neck
We moved together
Into the steam.

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