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

Moochienanu said:

He sent me snaps and zips
Unsnapping
And unzipping.
I wanted my hands
To be the actions
But instead my eyes watched
Over and over
As I was reminded
Of how it feels
To unbutton
Unsnap
Unzip
Shrug off
Pull off
Pull over
Tug down
Rip open
Tear away
And reveal...
And as my eyes
Were teased
With His action,
My mind went to an inner place
Where little me
Has snaps on my onesie
And the sound
As they come undone.

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So many ways to tease the eyes and reveal. And very enjoyable, even when you're not so little anymore.

Moochienanu said:

He sent me snaps and zips
Unsnapping
And unzipping.
I wanted my hands
To be the actions
But instead my eyes watched
Over and over
As I was reminded
Of how it feels
To unbutton
Unsnap
Unzip
Shrug off
Pull off
Pull over
Tug down
Rip open
Tear away
And reveal...
And as my eyes
Were teased
With His action,
My mind went to an inner place
Where little me
Has snaps on my onesie
And the sound
As they come undone.

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My pulse quickened at "Rip Open"

Moochienanu said:

He sent me snaps and zips
Unsnapping
And unzipping.
I wanted my hands
To be the actions
But instead my eyes watched
Over and over
As I was reminded
Of how it feels
To unbutton
Unsnap
Unzip
Shrug off
Pull off
Pull over
Tug down
Rip open
Tear away
And reveal...
And as my eyes
Were teased
With His action,
My mind went to an inner place
Where little me
Has snaps on my onesie
And the sound
As they come undone.

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This is the best thing to come out of "Saved by the Bell"

Artfan2 said:

So many ways to tease the eyes and reveal. And very enjoyable, even when you're not so little anymore.

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Okay, first, Artfan2, I want you to know I really appreciate your comment. It was very nice of you to take the time to wander into my thread, take a peek, and find me worthy of comment. For that, thank you super lots. I hope you continue to come back, but if you don’t, please know I don’t mean the rest of this reply personally in any way. I do like to speak my mind and use examples when they come up, and this was a good one.

This comment “compliment” is a good example of how I overthink things... allow me to give you a peek into my mind working (aka usually things only He gets to hear from me):

I read this comment and first thought about the why. Why would I not be little anymore? What does that mean? First I jump to the obvious: well, I’m physically 32. This person sees that and my body is adult, and thus that’s probably what they meant by “not so little.” Then I start thinking about the commenter: do they not have a base of knowledge that includes DD/Lg dynamics or that I put myself in the labeled box of “Little Girl?” Probably. And I am trying to read this in the best manor, so I think that’s probably what happened here... Then my mind starts to go into the overthinking... I mean... I’m not that big, am I? I haven’t gained weight... can’t be that... and I’m still Daddy’s Good Girl (I checked with Him to confirm. Also He says He needs to unsnap my onesie as soon as possible, which made me wiggle my bum)... then I start thinking about the words “even when” in the comment... “even when” I’m not so little anymore... I mean, if I was little physically in the way that my brain can be sometimes, that would be gross and pedophilia to have thoughts about unsnapping my onesie for Daddy (or for Him to unsnap mine... or, in the metaphor of my poem, to unleash my nether regions and my whole self for Him to take advantage of). So I think, in the end, my biggest issue and what has my brain reeling in not the best ways from this comment is the “even when.” I appreciate the opportunity to teach others about DD/lg (in a way) through my writing sometimes, so I want to take this opportunity to point out this dynamic is NOT about incest. It is NOT about pedophilia. It IS about a power dynamic that includes a more nurturing Dominant-type and a more playful/youthful submissive-type. I never roleplay as a child, but sometimes I allow myself to be more “little” and wear a onesie, have a tea party with stuffies, enjoy cartoons, etc. Now that I’ve narrowed it down and gotten that weight off my... chest... I’m going to go back to chatting with Him about my nethers.

Here, have a pic of that... chest... to help this overthinking-brain-lozenge dissolve.

Moochienanu said:

Okay, first, Artfan2, I want you to know I really appreciate your comment. It was very nice of you to take the time to wander into my thread, take a peek, and find me worthy of comment. For that, thank you super lots. I hope you continue to come back, but if you don’t, please know I don’t mean the rest of this reply personally in any way. I do like to speak my mind and use examples when they come up, and this was a good one.

This comment “compliment” is a good example of how I overthink things... allow me to give you a peek into my mind working (aka usually things only He gets to hear from me):

I read this comment and first thought about the why. Why would I not be little anymore? What does that mean? First I jump to the obvious: well, I’m physically 32. This person sees that and my body is adult, and thus that’s probably what they meant by “not so little.” Then I start thinking about the commenter: do they not have a base of knowledge that includes DD/Lg dynamics or that I put myself in the labeled box of “Little Girl?” Probably. And I am trying to read this in the best manor, so I think that’s probably what happened here... Then my mind starts to go into the overthinking... I mean... I’m not that big, am I? I haven’t gained weight... can’t be that... and I’m still Daddy’s Good Girl (I checked with Him to confirm. Also He says He needs to unsnap my onesie as soon as possible, which made me wiggle my bum)... then I start thinking about the words “even when” in the comment... “even when” I’m not so little anymore... I mean, if I was little physically in the way that my brain can be sometimes, that would be gross and pedophilia to have thoughts about unsnapping my onesie for Daddy (or for Him to unsnap mine... or, in the metaphor of my poem, to unleash my nether regions and my whole self for Him to take advantage of). So I think, in the end, my biggest issue and what has my brain reeling in not the best ways from this comment is the “even when.” I appreciate the opportunity to teach others about DD/lg (in a way) through my writing sometimes, so I want to take this opportunity to point out this dynamic is NOT about incest. It is NOT about pedophilia. It IS about a power dynamic that includes a more nurturing Dominant-type and a more playful/youthful submissive-type. I never roleplay as a child, but sometimes I allow myself to be more “little” and wear a onesie, have a tea party with stuffies, enjoy cartoons, etc. Now that I’ve narrowed it down and gotten that weight off my... chest... I’m going to go back to chatting with Him about my nethers.

Here, have a pic of that... chest... to help this overthinking-brain-lozenge dissolve.

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2075972&stc=1&d=1563827158

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You do overthink, but in a good way. It is good that you clarify your position as a little and what that means. It is so often misunderstood.

Moochienanu said:

This comment “compliment” is a good example of how I overthink things... allow me to give you a peek into my mind working (aka usually things only He gets to hear from me):

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The overthinking mind. Can be useful sometimes. Other times it is a royal pain in the ass. Or so I have heard.

Moochienanu said:

Okay, first, Artfan2, I want you to know I really appreciate your comment. It was very nice of you to take the time to wander into my thread, take a peek, and find me worthy of comment. For that, thank you super lots. I hope you continue to come back, but if you don’t, please know I don’t mean the rest of this reply personally in any way. I do like to speak my mind and use examples when they come up, and this was a good one.

This comment “compliment” is a good example of how I overthink things... allow me to give you a peek into my mind working (aka usually things only He gets to hear from me):

I read this comment and first thought about the why. Why would I not be little anymore? What does that mean? First I jump to the obvious: well, I’m physically 32. This person sees that and my body is adult, and thus that’s probably what they meant by “not so little.” Then I start thinking about the commenter: do they not have a base of knowledge that includes DD/Lg dynamics or that I put myself in the labeled box of “Little Girl?” Probably. And I am trying to read this in the best manor, so I think that’s probably what happened here... Then my mind starts to go into the overthinking... I mean... I’m not that big, am I? I haven’t gained weight... can’t be that... and I’m still Daddy’s Good Girl (I checked with Him to confirm. Also He says He needs to unsnap my onesie as soon as possible, which made me wiggle my bum)... then I start thinking about the words “even when” in the comment... “even when” I’m not so little anymore... I mean, if I was little physically in the way that my brain can be sometimes, that would be gross and pedophilia to have thoughts about unsnapping my onesie for Daddy (or for Him to unsnap mine... or, in the metaphor of my poem, to unleash my nether regions and my whole self for Him to take advantage of). So I think, in the end, my biggest issue and what has my brain reeling in not the best ways from this comment is the “even when.” I appreciate the opportunity to teach others about DD/lg (in a way) through my writing sometimes, so I want to take this opportunity to point out this dynamic is NOT about incest. It is NOT about pedophilia. It IS about a power dynamic that includes a more nurturing Dominant-type and a more playful/youthful submissive-type. I never roleplay as a child, but sometimes I allow myself to be more “little” and wear a onesie, have a tea party with stuffies, enjoy cartoons, etc. Now that I’ve narrowed it down and gotten that weight off my... chest... I’m going to go back to chatting with Him about my nethers.

Here, have a pic of that... chest... to help this overthinking-brain-lozenge dissolve.

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Well layed out, even by an over thinking brain. I don't have the same dynamics to over think, but gawd does my mind jump from one thing to another to another and some how, almost always, it gets worse.
I do like that you can take a comment/compliment and use it as a teaching tool as well. You are so wonderful.

Moochienanu said:

I read this comment and first thought about the why. Why would I not be little anymore? What does that mean?

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Thank you for the insight into your overthinking. It can be hard to articulate when our minds start to go into overdrive. It's interesting how interpretations can differ. I interpreted the comment more along the lines of saying that we can enjoy the same activity at different ages for different reasons. I assume that, as toddlers, we like to play with zippers and snaps for the sensory experience itself (tactile, visual, aural), as well as, perhaps, a sense of discovery of what lies behind the zipper or snap. As adults (as in "even when you're not so little anymore"), those same sensory experiences (which you describe so well in your verse) have a range of thoughts and emotions attached. In this case, an association with sexual arousal as one undresses, or is undressed by, one's partner. If it's a new partner, that sense of discovery is also there.

Of course, I can completely understand how you could have a different interpretation. It was interesting, at least to me, to stop and think about my reaction and then try to articulate it. Thank you for that bit of mental exercise, my lovely friend.

Moochienanu said:

I am unhappy with myself.
No matter what I do,
I am hardly ever satisfied
With the art I release into the world,
And so,
It is difficult to believe
Without doubt
That someone else
Could think it is worthwhile.

I like comments that make me think
About what I do or did in the piece
To elicit the response
In the comment.

I like comments that question
My writing
Or comment on the prose
Because usually that is
Where I put my heart:
In my thoughts.

I usually reply to those comments
Because they interest me.

When it is a compliment,
I read every one,
But I feel saying ‘thank you’
To every one
Is cumbersome
And becomes work,
Something I’ve been told,
This should never be for me.

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The problem with releasing art into the wild is that once you do, you don’t really own it anymore. That’s hard sometimes but people will view it with their own prejudices and their own filters and their life experiences may make it something entirely different to what you intended. There can be a desire to protect it like a child but an overprotected child never really lives.

I am sure you too have stood in galleries and gazed in awe at something that has really caught your attention while others wonder past, some stopping for a bland one word compliment, some not even glancing... it does not make that artwork any less spectacular that not everyone can see the magic... then there are those that can see it but just lack the ability to put their thoughts into words. I have been there both in real life and on lit - some people shine so bright it can be a little intimidating for others to engage.

That said, you owe no one anything on here and replying to everyone can be chore... and when it becomes a chore threads die.

You do what you need to do to protect yourself, x

With regards to the overthinking mind - I’m going to try and find an article I read years ago that really helped me when I worked for a guy who always said the wrong thing. I may struggle to find it but in essence it’s about stopping when you hear the negative and thinking about whether another intention was possible... and if so... does that alternative view make you happier... and if so does believing it harm in any way? And if not - go with it, sometimes we can choose to be happier...

That guy I worked for - half his team at some point ended up in tears, but once I stopped myself running with the negative and tried to find a positive explanation- I was surprised how often I could do so. I was quite close to him in the end and he confided about his autism (that was obvious to me but not something he talked about) and his experiences that had shaped him and how he was with people. He was very conscious and trying to change. But in truth he didn’t need to. He was trying to adapt for people that wouldn’t adapt for him. I’m rambling now - I’ll try and find that article, I think it changed my life. I’m still occasionally mocked for seeing the world with rose tinted specs but only by miserable people that can’t see the magic... sometimes Moochie, even in the darkest moments, we can choose to be happy,

I was asked
About my strap-on again
And thought I might
Explain a bit
About myself
As an answer.

I am quite good
At the “fake it until you make it.”

He often is surprised by how quickly my heart beats
When I’m around Him,
Because my exterior is a calm facade
While often my insides
Are exploding.
We still discuss details
About the first time I ever
Really let myself go with Him,
But that is another story.

I bought my strap-on
Years ago,
And it lay forgotten
After I broke up with my last real girlfriend.
Then I gave up on ever being more
For a while...
A long while.
And during that time
Anything that could be a sexual object
Or even sexualized
Moved further back in the closet of my mind
And in my physical closet.
I actually think there was more to my collection
Of physical things,
But they got lost in one of our moves, I’m sure...
Somewhere out there a very expensive g-spot toy isn’t being used by me...

Man, I’m really rambling today, huh?

So, when I dug into the tiny box of toys
Once the need to do so
Had arisen in my mind once again,
There was the strap-on.

It’s purple, my favorite colour.
When I wear it for a few moments,
Strike a power pose,
I feel stronger.
It’s silly that something phallic
Between my legs
can give my body
Such a response,
But it does.

I don’t put it on often.
I haven’t used it to peg any men.
I’m not saying it’s out of the question,
But it’s not really my nature
To be the one with any power.
That’s where the “faking it” comes in...
I used to fake being more dominant sometimes... for the women.
I found the girls I was attracted to
Were subs like me,
So I would put on my best
Domme attitude,
And deal out
What was needed
And it was okay,
But not very fulfilling for me.

With Him,
I don’t need to fake anything,
And I definitely don’t need the strap-on...
So back into the corner of the closet
It will go...
Just in case I feel the need
To get it out again
For a few moments
Of faked strength.

Love the bright shiny purple of your toy.

A further interesting insight to what makes up Moochie, and I thank you for it.

Moochienanu said:

I was asked
About my strap-on again
And thought I might
Explain a bit
About myself
As an answer.

I am quite good
At the “fake it until you make it.”

He often is surprised by how quickly my heart beats
When I’m around Him,
Because my exterior is a calm facade
While often my insides
Are exploding.
We still discuss details
About the first time I ever
Really let myself go with Him,
But that is another story.

I bought my strap-on
Years ago,
And it lay forgotten
After I broke up with my last real girlfriend.
Then I gave up on ever being more
For a while...
A long while.
And during that time
Anything that could be a sexual object
Or even sexualized
Moved further back in the closet of my mind
And in my physical closet.
I actually think there was more to my collection
Of physical things,
But they got lost in one of our moves, I’m sure...
Somewhere out there a very expensive g-spot toy isn’t being used by me...

Man, I’m really rambling today, huh?

So, when I dug into the tiny box of toys
Once the need to do so
Had arisen in my mind once again,
There was the strap-on.

It’s purple, my favorite colour.
When I wear it for a few moments,
Strike a power pose,
I feel stronger.
It’s silly that something phallic
Between my legs
can give my body
Such a response,
But it does.

I don’t put it on often.
I haven’t used it to peg any men.
I’m not saying it’s out of the question,
But it’s not really my nature
To be the one with any power.
That’s where the “faking it” comes in...
I used to fake being more dominant sometimes... for the women.
I found the girls I was attracted to
Were subs like me,
So I would put on my best
Domme attitude,
And deal out
What was needed
And it was okay,
But not very fulfilling for me.

With Him,
I don’t need to fake anything,
And I definitely don’t need the strap-on...
So back into the corner of the closet
It will go...
Just in case I feel the need
To get it out again
For a few moments
Of faked strength.

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enjoyed, really enjoyed the post... great in-sight and the comment on strength... with it... knowing how to turn it on and where it goes for when you need it again... wear and use it in good health. such a great visual aid as well... h

Side note: should I bring my nipple clamps and the hog tie?

Let’s discuss.

Moochienanu said:

Side note: should I bring my nipple clamps and the hog tie?

Let’s discuss.

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is it even a question... yes... is it control, giving up control and or the pure ecstasy of the physical and mental release?

heathrowinneo said:

is it even a question... yes... is it control, giving up control and or the pure ecstasy of the physical and mental release?

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Have you ever let go while someone else held you? Have you ever felt so much, shocking pain that the only thing your body knew to do next was beg for release from the person inflicting it?

Vise versa,

Have you ever bitten someone so hard they had marks for days? Have you ever had someone plead with you as you beat them to allow their whole being to fall into yours?

Yes

Clamps and tie, I will have all else, blindfold, more clamps, toys, just all the things to pleasure.

Awaywego said:

Clamps and tie, I will have all else, blindfold, more clamps, toys, just all the things to pleasure.

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I don’t know if I will need the clamps... last time, I brought the whole bag, and we promptly forgot everything in it and played with each other... that is why the discussion now. Do you think that I need more than just a kiss to cum when He hasn’t allowed me (well, we agreed together not to) touch until we saw each other? I’m unsure we will even get to the ties... and really, I don’t care. I like thinking about how He will touch me if He had me confined and gagged? What would He do if He blindfolded me? What would you do?

New page! *does a little dance*

Side note: really hot bath + a can of wine = drunk Moochie.

You give me shivers....the good kind of shivers. And I do love a little dance

Moochienanu said:

Have you ever let go while someone else held you? Have you ever felt so much, shocking pain that the only thing your body knew to do next was beg for release from the person inflicting it?

Vise versa,

Have you ever bitten someone so hard they had marks for days? Have you ever had someone plead with you as you beat them to allow their whole being to fall into yours?

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yes to all... felt both bodies shudder with her weight on mine, mine on hers... beatings, no... physical violence just isn't in me but i hav had it done to me physically and mentally... the bruises are still evident at times...

As I fall asleep
I think of you
And the seconds
And the moments
And your touch
And the feel of you
And the way you make me feel
And your kiss
And your hands
And the way you find me
And the way your hand pulls me closer
And your breathing
And your skin
And your thighs
And the way your heart sounds
And my hand in yours
And my body held by you
And your arms holding me
And I sleep
Thinking of you.
And soon.
And closer.

Moochienanu said:

As I fall asleep
I think of you
And the seconds
And the moments
And your touch
And the feel of you
And the way you make me feel
And your kiss
And your hands
And the way you find me
And the way your hand pulls me closer
And your breathing
And your skin
And your thighs
And the way your heart sounds
And my hand in yours
And my body held by you
And your arms holding me
And I sleep
Thinking of you.
And soon.
And closer.

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As I prepare for bed, I hope and wish that I dream of you.

Shyguy1369 said:

As I prepare for bed, I hope and wish that I dream of you.

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This is very sweet of you.

Falling into darkness
Seems so much easier
Than finding a way
To climb where light is.

Allow that black feeling
To envelop my thoughts
And pull me down
Deeper into nothing.

Cold piling on my chest
With a numbness
Settling over me
To everything

Until

A look explaining
How easy the climb
Can be with
A hand to hold along the way.

A smile lighting
The path to
Where the darkness
Is left far behind.

A kiss washing
All the numbness away,
Laying bare all of me
And you know.