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

InTheFade said:

There are times when we find another’s quirks adorable.

There are times when we find another’s quirks annoying.

There are times when we find another’s quirks acceptable and defining.

I guess we all strive to exist in that third place.

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Cinder_Rose said:

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2083101&stc=1&d=1571597591
For my gorgeous friend
Who makes me giggle
And gets me in trouble

The flaws make us who we are and he will love them, I know this.
Just don't have lots of fizzy drinks before you play

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Thank you for the very delicious looking jam. I am looking forward to tasting it on your fresh scones someday.

You’re very wise.
I wish I didn’t like bubble water so much .

menoone said:

We do all have quirks. You have some fun ones. I have some that results in things being done to my hair as payback.

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You looked really good in those French braids. That’s all Imma say about that.

Moochienanu said:

I am so clear right now.
I feel like this might be a good time
To just spill myself
Upon an empty page
And see what comes.
It’s funny because I am right now
A little drunk from bourbon,
A little high on a cbd edible
(a dark chocolate with sea salt, if you must know),
And a lot of feeling giddy
Having just had a conversation with Him
For the second time today
Which ended in a huge,
Happy,
Fulfilled,
Hopeful,
Excited,
Lusty,
Content
Sigh.

It’s like my brain is on vacation
And who knows what will come out of me next?!
I am just going
To try describing this feeling...
My whole body feels like it’s weight is less.
Like if I jumped
With enough force,
I might lift off of the ground
And my body would be suspended in air
For a long length of time,
Until finally,
Slowly floating back down to earth.

My whole being missed Him, though.
Wishes I was closer,
Could have Him hold me
Whenever we wanted...
But would that end in Him tiring of me?
I am not perfect,
No one is.
I burp really loud.
I’ve told Him about it,
But He’s never witnessed it.
What if He heard me burp,
Realized I’m just a fraud,
And ran away screaming?
I mean... I know He wouldn’t,
But... I still think things like this...
I think them because of my past.
I think them because of every person
I have ever been with,
Before Him,
Has had their “thing” about me that bothers them.
Yes, even my husband (I eat too loud amongst other things).
Sometimes I wonder
If I am just waiting,
Holding my breath for the moment
When He sees that flaw in me...
What will happen then?

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Moochienanu said:

Angel food
Butter tartlets
Chocolate cupcake (mini, of course)
Devil’s food
Elephant ears
Fudge
Gelato
Halva
Ice cream sandwiches
Jelly roll
Kouing-aman
Lemon meringue pie
Molasses sugar cookies (yes, I’ll share my recipe)
Noodle kugel
Oatmeal cookies
Peanut butter cups
Queijadinha
Raspberry pie
Sufganiyot
Tiramisu
Upside-down cake
Vanilla cream pudding
Whoopie pie
Xuxo
Yule log
Zeppole

You were warned.
And you know.

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InTheFade said:

I was looking for a picture in an orange jumper.

Unbuttoned to the waist.

Symbolically.

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Moochienanu said:

I have heard a rumor
That orange is the new black.

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Moochienanu said:

I told you all about how I deal with Denial...
But tonight?
After days?
Fuck.
Denial has got my thighs squeezing.
Just have a few hours now.
Just a couple more hours...

Fuck.

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Cinder_Rose said:

Oh denial. I love it. We'll have a chat over a bottle of wine.

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Moochienanu said:

Right? It’s one of my favorite things and also one of the most difficult because touchless is a thing for me if I let my mind go far enough, and I don’t want to disappoint, so I just try not to think about how sexy He is... but then trying to actively not think about it makes me think about it even more...

*sighs and sips the wine*

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Cinder_Rose said:

Yes, don't think of something immediately means you will start thinking of that thing. I internalize my sensations. Master has spent a lot of time training me to do this and it's a learned response. There is a lovely feeling, like a low-level, constant orgasm you can reach in the pleasure of being His pleasure and your needs are not important.

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Moochienanu said:

That sounds just lovely. I know I should be better about internalizing, but at the same time, He kinda loves that I don’t/can’t stop myself sometimes. It is most difficult not to think of how it feels when He smiles. It is like the world stops. Every time.

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Moochienanu said:

I think of His hands
The way He touches me
Softly at first
Or hungrily when we haven’t seen each other
In so long
That the lust consumes us both.
The sound His palm makes
Against my flesh.

I think of His lips,
How they feel as He kisses me
Like the center of my soul
Is being touched and held by His,
As lips and tongues move
Together
Sharing moments
Never felt before.

I think of His eyes,
The way He looks and sees the real me
His eyes drink me in,
And can touch me
With their heat
Before His hands.

I think of His teeth,
How He sinks them
Deep into my flesh
Over and over
Making my skin tingle
And my mind lose control.

I think of His belt,
The way the chilled buckle feels
When He rubs it
Against my inner thighs
Before smacking me
With the leather.

I think of His words,
Things He has said to only me
And meant for my ears alone
About what He wants,
Needs,
And feels
When He thinks of me.
How much they reflect
My own desires.

I think of Him
Every
Single
Time.

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Moochienanu said:

I think of His hands
The way He touches me
Softly at first
Or hungrily when we haven’t seen each other
In so long
That the lust consumes us both.
The sound His palm makes
Against my flesh.

I think of His lips,
How they feel as He kisses me
Like the center of my soul
Is being touched and held by His,
As lips and tongues move
Together
Sharing moments
Never felt before.

I think of His eyes,
The way He looks and sees the real me
His eyes drink me in,
And can touch me
With their heat
Before His hands.

I think of His teeth,
How He sinks them
Deep into my flesh
Over and over
Making my skin tingle
And my mind lose control.

I think of His belt,
The way the chilled buckle feels
When He rubs it
Against my inner thighs
Before smacking me
With the leather.

I think of His words,
Things He has said to only me
And meant for my ears alone
About what He wants,
Needs,
And feels
When He thinks of me.
How much they reflect
My own desires.

I think of Him
Every
Single
Time.

Moochie, you have such a talent. You write with such passion and clarity.

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Moochienanu said:

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Moochienanu said:

I think of His hands
The way He touches me
Softly at first
Or hungrily when we haven’t seen each other
In so long
That the lust consumes us both.
The sound His palm makes
Against my flesh.

I think of His lips,
How they feel as He kisses me
Like the center of my soul
Is being touched and held by His,
As lips and tongues move
Together
Sharing moments
Never felt before.

I think of His eyes,
The way He looks and sees the real me
His eyes drink me in,
And can touch me
With their heat
Before His hands.

I think of His teeth,
How He sinks them
Deep into my flesh
Over and over
Making my skin tingle
And my mind lose control.

I think of His belt,
The way the chilled buckle feels
When He rubs it
Against my inner thighs
Before smacking me
With the leather.

I think of His words,
Things He has said to only me
And meant for my ears alone
About what He wants,
Needs,
And feels
When He thinks of me.
How much they reflect
My own desires.

I think of Him
Every
Single
Time.

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Moochienanu said:

I think of His hands
The way He touches me
Softly at first
Or hungrily when we haven’t seen each other
In so long
That the lust consumes us both.
The sound His palm makes
Against my flesh.

I think of His lips,
How they feel as He kisses me
Like the center of my soul
Is being touched and held by His,
As lips and tongues move
Together
Sharing moments
Never felt before.

I think of His eyes,
The way He looks and sees the real me
His eyes drink me in,
And can touch me
With their heat
Before His hands.

I think of His teeth,
How He sinks them
Deep into my flesh
Over and over
Making my skin tingle
And my mind lose control.

I think of His belt,
The way the chilled buckle feels
When He rubs it
Against my inner thighs
Before smacking me
With the leather.

I think of His words,
Things He has said to only me
And meant for my ears alone
About what He wants,
Needs,
And feels
When He thinks of me.
How much they reflect
My own desires.

I think of Him
Every
Single
Time.

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Moochienanu said:

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