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

Moochienanu said:

I like to think about His hands a lot.

About how they feel when He holds me
About how the tips of His fingers seem to touch every part of me at once as they glide over my flesh
About how sometimes, when we’re holding hands, I can’t help myself and need to kiss every one of His fingers in turn, thanking them for existing
About how they feel slipping inside my panties while we kiss, seeking me out between folds
About how He moves my body with a gesture from them
About how the sting of them feels as His smack on my bum tingles, feeling the need for more immediately
About how my nipples feel between His squeezing fingers, and how He rolls His palm over them, exciting me to whimpering
About how His hands with every touch reflect the need I see in His grey-blue eyes
About how the way His grip, wherever it lands, makes me feel owned
About how He runs them hungrily over my body
About how He can’t keep them off of me when we’re together...

About how much I want Him to touch me now.

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Memories, sweet memories, helping you on the way to the next time.

Moochienanu said:

Yes, we are all broken,
But today, I’m feeling shattered.

You see, it’s my day off.

Despite knowing that I need to take care of myself first
In order to take care of more people later...

Despite just having one of the most difficult weeks
Of cases at work, where things are changing daily...

Despite trying to keep my head up and to smile
When I walk into a room covered and shielded...

Despite being barely able to hear the voice on the other end of the phone
Over the whir of the hood I have to wear for hours drowning it out...

Despite finding out that seeing Him, even for a moment,
Will not happen for another month at least...

Despite being on the cusp of crying every time I let my mind dwell
On the possibilities of what is to come...

Despite so many things that make me ready for this break from work,
I still cannot help but feel guilty.
I cannot help but feel like I should be doing more.
I cannot help but feel like I could be doing more.
It is so hard to relax or sleep when I feel like this.


I want to cut this knot from my stomach;
The one that has imbedded itself there
Since the world has started to feel
More like a movie
And less like reality.

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Moochi - so much sadness in your words. It really hurts to see our favorite Missives Muse so blue...

BTW -I've been wanting to thank you for the caring work you do; and for brightening the lives of the patients and people you touch. Gotta be hard - but it's appreciated, I know.

I'm hoping things improve with this virus, for all our sakes - and soon! And well, this social-distancing thing just sucks (drop the mic)!

Hope the personal situation you write about gets resolved much sooner than you expect.

Eros

Send Noods

I made my second-to last pack of instant ramen this morning.
I have other things I could eat, sure,
But there is something emotionally comforting
About sitting with a bowl of noodles
And slurping them up.

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sitting with a bowl of noodles

Not many women could look this sexy eating noodles, and those lips!...........

Moochienanu said:

I made my second-to last pack of instant ramen this morning.
I have other things I could eat, sure,
But there is something emotionally comforting
About sitting with a bowl of noodles
And slurping then up.

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I see Manny is keeping an eye on things.

Moochienanu said:

I made my second-to last pack of instant ramen this morning.
I have other things I could eat, sure,
But there is something emotionally comforting
About sitting with a bowl of noodles
And slurping then up.

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I have 6 cans of Beefaroni left then I'm in the same boat as you. Funny how different foods mean comfort to different people. Society says it's Chicken Soup but some of us know better.

Cheers

ohverbatum7 said:

sitting with a bowl of noodles

Not many women could look this sexy eating noodles, and those lips!...........

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I haven’t a clue what you mean

Todger65 said:

I see Manny is keeping an eye on things.

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Manni is my constant... I’ve thought about taking him to work in my packy-pack, but I think he would get bored sitting in my locker for12 hours a day.

The man who gifted him to me reached out this week. His wife is a nurse at the facility with the first US case. He was checking to be sure I was alright.

HonorableRogue said:

I have 6 cans of Beefaroni left then I'm in the same boat as you. Funny how different foods mean comfort to different people. Society says it's Chicken Soup but some of us know better.

Cheers

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It May shock you, but I’ve never had the pleasure of beefaroni. I looked it up and it seems like hamburger helper canned, but I’ll trust you that it is all the tastes of home.

I consider my comfort foods to be either coated in cheese or high carb load. I imagine I’ll be at least 10 pounds heavier with all this stress eating, but I’m crossing my fingers that I’ll still be semi-attractive. I’ll work off the calories at work.

Moochienanu said:

Manni is my constant... I’ve thought about taking him to work in my packy-pack, but I think he would get bored sitting in my locker for12 hours a day.

The man who gifted him to me reached out this week. His wife is a nurse at the facility with the first US case. He was checking to be sure I was alright.

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I knew Manni was with you for most things, but I had no idea how he came to you in the first place.

It is good that someone else is looking out for you as well. Nice to know you have a Friend in them.

Moochienanu said:

I made my second-to last pack of instant ramen this morning.
I have other things I could eat, sure,
But there is something emotionally comforting
About sitting with a bowl of noodles
And slurping them up.

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Wow you make ramen look sexy

Todger65 said:

I knew Manni was with you for most things, but I had no idea how he came to you in the first place.

It is good that someone else is looking out for you as well. Nice to know you have a Friend in them.

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Manni’s story isn’t extremely unique, but upon reading it, it seems like I need to write more about my high school years.

Moochienanu said:

Manni’s story isn’t extremely unique, but upon reading it, it seems like I need to write more about my high school years.

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You know I didn’t remember this story, but when I checked back, I had read it and posted a comment soon after.

My mind must be going.

Moochienanu said:

I made my second-to last pack of instant ramen this morning.
I have other things I could eat, sure,
But there is something emotionally comforting
About sitting with a bowl of noodles
And slurping them up.

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If I could send you some noodles Moochie, I would. Stay safe during these times.
((HUGGLES))

About sitting with a bowl of noodles

Your much to young to remember the Disney film, Lady and the Tramp: You scoofing that bowl of noodles reminded of the scene of two dogs eating from one bowl of noodles. the title track was sung by Peggy Lee.

Moochienanu said:

I made my second-to last pack of instant ramen this morning.
I have other things I could eat, sure,
But there is something emotionally comforting
About sitting with a bowl of noodles
And slurping them up.

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I can see how much you enjoy ramen, now what are your thoughts on pho? That’s something I’ve really been missing the last couple of weeks.

Shyguy1369 said:

If I could send you some noodles Moochie, I would. Stay safe during these times.
((HUGGLES))

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Thanks, Shyguy. I will stay safe, for myself and for the ones that I care about.

ohverbatum7 said:

About sitting with a bowl of noodles

Your much to young to remember the Disney film, Lady and the Tramp: You scoofing that bowl of noodles reminded of the scene of two dogs eating from one bowl of noodles. the title track was sung by Peggy Lee.

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I continue to find it funny that you believe I’m too young to have heard of things. I know I look young (one of the things that helps my little be easy for people to understand), but really, I am quite an old soul on the inside. I’ve seen, done, heard things many people older than me couldn’t handle. I happen to have watched Lady and the Tramp at a friend’s house a few years after it’s release. It was one of the few Disney classics my family of 7 didn’t own on VHS.

draconus_infernus said:

I can see how much you enjoy ramen, now what are your thoughts on pho? That’s something I’ve really been missing the last couple of weeks.

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Pho is good. I like all of the fresh things that you can mix in with the broth. I’m not as big a fan of the noodle shape, as slurping is flattened, but noods are noods, so Imma slurp them up. I found THIS in case your pantry has some of the items. I understand being unable to fill a craving. So fucking much.

Moochienanu said:

I made my second-to last pack of instant ramen this morning.
I have other things I could eat, sure,
But there is something emotionally comforting
About sitting with a bowl of noodles
And slurping them up.

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Love how you can make words have so much meaning and so poetic without being poetic, and you have a fantastic way to capture every side of your beauty and sexiness, truly wonderful to follow your musings and arty images that just continue to leave me wanting to see more

Knees

I miss being on my knees
With your cock deep in my throat.

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Moochienanu said:

I miss being on my knees
With your cock deep in my throat.

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I am sure He is missing you being there with him also.

My dream last night

I’m in a conference room at work. One of the larger ones. It is the middle of a meeting I am half paying attention to, doodling on the agenda in front of me. As I fill in an ‘O’ with a smile and give it bunny ears, I hear my name whispered by the person who sat next to me.

The voice is familiar, but it feels like it doesn’t belong here, so I look up from my page and see you. At first I’m filled with questions: why are you here?

I gasp and stammeringly whisper “Daddy?”

“Yes, Kitten,” you reply. “I’m here to pick you up from work.”

“But you’re in my meeting!” I giggle because that’s what I do when a situation makes me uncomfortable.

“Well, actually,” you say, “I’ve been leading the meeting and we just adjourned.”

I look up and see that you’re speaking the truth. People were filing out of the conference room.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to your meeting, Daddy...” I trail off

“Shush, Kitten. You’re tired. I should get you to bed.” You take my hand and lead me toward the door.

“Will you tuck me in?” I ask, feeling more tired with each step.

“Of course,” you reply as you lead me through my bedroom door.

We stop at the foot of the bed and start to kiss. Your lips seem so hungry, so needy. I am helpless, and answer each kiss with the same passion. Your hands undress me quickly and I am soon standing bare before you.

I am acutely aware that you’re still in your suit as you grab a firm hold on my hair, wrapping it around your fist. You walk into me, leading me by the hair and I back up until I feel the bed behind me. Using your grip on my hair you turn my body toward the bed.

My hands fall to the covers as you release my hair. I can feel you behind me, bending over me, your hands running over my body. You can’t not touch me, and I love it.

“Up on the bed,” you command, unbuckling your belt.

I scamper my legs up and tuck them under me, presenting myself, bum in the air. I look back to see you there. You’re so fucking sexy with the first few buttons of your shirt undone, the belt in your hand, and that look in your eye.

The belt falls hard against my bottom, sending a loud crack through the room and a sweet tingle up my spine.

You rub the warm mark with your hand before landing a few more blows. I am breathless, wet with want, and whimpering for more. Once you tire of the belt, you throw it to the bed next to me, and forcefully spin me over to kiss me again.

I notice my hands are tied so that I am unable to move them from above my head. Your kisses move from my lips to my breasts, teasing my nipples with your tongue and hand as I writhe under you.

I need more, need to feel you thrust deep inside me... but the conference room is empty when I lift my head from my doodled paper.

The best of dreams. You both know what the other needs and wants.

“Up on the bed,” you command, unbuckling you’re belt.

For a nice and properly brought up lady, you can write the dirtiest prose.

Moochienanu said:

I miss being on my knees
With your cock deep in my throat.

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I find that some imagination goes a long way! (until you see him)

ohverbatum7 said:

“Up on the bed,” you command, unbuckling you’re belt.

For a nice and properly brought up lady, you can write the dirtiest prose.

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OMG! I am so sorry about that! (I fixed it in the story)

Todger65 said:

The best of dreams. You both know what the other needs and wants.

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These good dreams are what keep me sane.

ouchfeelsgood said:

I find that some imagination goes a long way! (until you see him)

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I have no shortage of imagination, and have already detailed this particular ache in private (I sometimes do that - say a little here and elaborate for Him elsewhere).

“I’m alright.”

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