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

Moochienanu said:

When I was young,
I looked at everything
Without this skeptical eye.

Books I read became other worlds
Where I could escape reality,
Notebook paper became intricately folded
Notes between friends,
And flowers became barometers
For whether a crush was also interested.

He loves me,
He loves me not.

I would peel a petal and recite,
Back and forth until all that was left
Was the yellow center,
The final petal telling me the truth
About what was in someone else’s heart.

He loves me...
...He loves me not.

Now I’m older physically,
And I usually know better mentally,
But sometimes I pick a flower victim
To start pulling petals off of...

...He loves me...

And think the words in my head
As I cast each aside

He loves me not.

Like an unnecessary emotional roller coaster
Only one person really knows the answer to.

He loves me?

Now I know better,
And logic helps along with the little things
He does to quell the doubts.

He loves me not?

But still, when I find myself
With a handful of fresh-picked daisies...

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ohverbatum7 said:

There’s a story behind this bruise.

I love a story, so I'm sitting quietly waiting for you to begin.

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ohverbatum7 said:

two ways for you to proceed:

I love your teasing ways, wish I had a more fertile imagination, is there clues on your thread who the lucky person is, but then would he be willing to divulge?

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I have been running through my brain to help you with clues (because I am a kind human). I have come up with a list I think might help.

1. The other person is male. I refer to Him as such and am not super quiet about His sexual organs (Yes, He is very, very much male. *tries not to swoon thinking about His external sexual organs and where I like to place them which feels amazing. Every fucking time*)

2. He makes me smile. A lot.

3. He has never posted in my thread... no matter how much I try to tempt Him to.

4. He saw me delicately eat a cupcake for the first time last December.

5. This entire thread is as much about Him and how He makes me feel as it is about me... so... fuck. I don’t know.


I should say here that He suggested I tell you intimate details about what He likes to do to me as I cum for Him... but I thought it a bit much and not at all helpful for you finding His identity.

Moochienanu said:

I have been running through my brain to help you with clues (because I am a kind human). I have come up with a list I think might help.

1. The other person is male. I refer to Him as such and am not super quiet about His sexual organs (Yes, He is very, very much male. *tries not to swoon thinking about His external sexual organs and where I like to place them which feels amazing. Every fucking time*)

2. He makes me smile. A lot.

3. He has never posted in my thread... no matter how much I try to tempt Him to.

4. He saw me delicately eat a cupcake for the first time last December.

5. This entire thread is as much about Him and how He makes me feel as it is about me... so... fuck. I don’t know.


I should say here that He suggested I tell you intimate details about what He likes to do to me as I cum for Him... but I thought it a bit much and not at all helpful for you finding His identity.

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Todger65 said:

Moochie, sweet girl, much as you would like Him to post on your thread, I think it would spoil the image that you portray of Him. It is very likely, although He reads your posts, He likes His anonymity with us. It is very difficult to respond to a post, knowing it is about you, without giving that away, and I think that you would be so excited, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself confirming that it was indeed Him.

I enjoy reading about your thoughts and ‘action’ regarding Him, but I personally don’t think it would be the same knowing who it was.

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Moochienanu said:

I really love bourbon.

That is all I need to say today.

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Moochienanu said:

I really love bourbon.

That is all I need to say today.

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Moochienanu said:

I really love bourbon.

That is all I need to say today.

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Moochienanu said:

Of course not... and He knows I kinda prefer Him not to be known... so we continue this game where He doesn’t ever answer me (at least not ‘publicly’) and I overdrink bourbon and talk to Him as though He is the third person.

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Moochienanu said:

I’m sitting in my car this morning
Thinking about you
And dreaming about the next time
I get to be in your arms.

My mind covers how every aspect of you
Fills my senses
And makes me want
To constantly be in your presence.

And then there is the look you get...
The one that makes me crumble
And melt
Because of that change in your face...

It is pure magic
Whenever I feel you lean away from me
And focus on consuming me
With your eyes.

I’ve never had or wanted someone
To look at me that way
Ever before
Because I would get irrationally embarrassed.

But with you...
I don’t ever want you to stop
Looking at me like that
Until you start looking with your body...

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Moochienanu said:

I really love bourbon.

That is all I need to say today.

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Moochienanu said:

When I was young,
I looked at everything
Without this skeptical eye.

Books I read became other worlds
Where I could escape reality,
Notebook paper became intricately folded
Notes between friends,
And flowers became barometers
For whether a crush was also interested.

He loves me,
He loves me not.

I would peel a petal and recite,
Back and forth until all that was left
Was the yellow center,
The final petal telling me the truth
About what was in someone else’s heart.

He loves me...
...He loves me not.

Now I’m older physically,
And I usually know better mentally,
But sometimes I pick a flower victim
To start pulling petals off of...

...He loves me...

And think the words in my head
As I cast each aside

He loves me not.

Like an unnecessary emotional roller coaster
Only one person really knows the answer to.

He loves me?

Now I know better,
And logic helps along with the little things
He does to quell the doubts.

He loves me not?

But still, when I find myself
With a handful of fresh-picked daisies...

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ohverbatum7 said:

Also, only one person had the gall
To ask if they could eat me.


I can see a forest of hands raised,
can you handle two at a time?

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Moochienanu said:

There’s something poetic
About the fact that it started raining
After we came together
The drops hitting the windows
Heavy, hard,
Like nature releasing itself
Along with us.

Laying curled in your arms
As the rain falls
Breathing slows with hearts
And the early summer
Dark morning together
Feels so right.

If we could see past the clouds
The shooting stars would be numerous...
Or perhaps
Each droplet
Falling from the sky tonight
Is it’s own star
Coming to rest with us
Where real magic is felt.

All I know is,
I want to lay here always,
Listening to the rain coat the windows
As I soak myself in your embrace.

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Moochienanu said:

There’s something poetic
About the fact that it started raining
After we came together
The drops hitting the windows
Heavy, hard,
Like nature releasing itself
Along with us.

Laying curled in your arms
As the rain falls
Breathing slows with hearts
And the early summer
Dark morning together
Feels so right.

If we could see past the clouds
The shooting stars would be numerous...
Or perhaps
Each droplet
Falling from the sky tonight
Is it’s own star
Coming to rest with us
Where real magic is felt.

All I know is,
I want to lay here always,
Listening to the rain coat the windows
As I soak myself in your embrace.

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