Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

Moochienanu said:

My thoughts will flow today because I am drinking Jameson. That’s right, whiskey-o’clock already (it’s not noon yet here, but no one really cares, right?). I’ve also obtained some ice cream for breakfast which should be perfect to match it. I’m just going to write and post what comes out. Sorry in advance if it’s a bit incoherent.

I saw AD’s post about body shaming and it got me thinking about my own body issues. I know I’ve got a few enviable bits, but I also have some parts of me I don’t like to show to everyone because I have been engrained with the thought that they are not desirable. I have stretch marks. I have calluses from work (and play). I also have deeper, emotional scars from when I’ve been ridiculed or shamed by others for my flaws. These emotional scars are probably uglier than anything physical I could show, and yet I am still hesitant to show all of me for worry that I may offend.

This paragraph is about pain. I’m in so much pain I don’t think I can go on without addressing it. I used to think all pain was pleasing. Man was I wrong. I do like pain, don’t get me wrong; that sting from after a hard smack, the stretch that pulls me apart from the inside as I’m pinned against a bed, the hard toothsome tug on my nipples from a nibble... these and so many other forms of pain are welcomed. But this one I’m battling right now? Man, it is kicking my ass. I’ve never had pain that is so exhausting, so limiting, so utterly annoying. Without going into too much detail, let’s say I’m just so done with it (hence the morning drinking). I’ve cried too many times in the last few days because of it. I’m so FUCKING done.

I like being barefoot. Heels are nice, flats are fine, but when I can choose? I’m bare. There’s something about being connected to the ground and feeling the strength or flexibility of the earth beneath me. I curl my toes into the ground when I’m standing, feeling my connection here and knowing that I can stand here through anything. You hear that pain?!!? ANYTHING.

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Moochienanu said:

My head is swimming. I tread water in a sea of tears and dry mouth. All I want is my head on his chest, resting. Hearing his heartbeat. Feeling his skin against my cheek as his chest rises and falls with his breath. Smelling his musk and falling slowly into dreams. Dreams of the feel of his cock in my mouth. Dreams of his hands on me, in me, warm, tan, sexy hands all over my body like waves crashing into the rocky beach as my toes dip in and I shiver. I’m here, come find me.

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Moochienanu said:

My head is swimming. I tread water in a sea of tears and dry mouth. All I want is my head on his chest, resting. Hearing his heartbeat. Feeling his skin against my cheek as his chest rises and falls with his breath. Smelling his musk and falling slowly into dreams. Dreams of the feel of his cock in my mouth. Dreams of his hands on me, in me, warm, tan, sexy hands all over my body like waves crashing into the rocky beach as my toes dip in and I shiver. I’m here, come find me.

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Moochienanu said:

My head is swimming. I tread water in a sea of tears and dry mouth. All I want is my head on his chest, resting. Hearing his heartbeat. Feeling his skin against my cheek as his chest rises and falls with his breath. Smelling his musk and falling slowly into dreams. Dreams of the feel of his cock in my mouth. Dreams of his hands on me, in me, warm, tan, sexy hands all over my body like waves crashing into the rocky beach as my toes dip in and I shiver. I’m here, come find me.

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Cutlassman2017 said:

From the few pics I have seen of you, you are sexy as hell.

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Steelheart2018 said:

Your legs are stunning, and your one beautiful woman.

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Todger65 said:

Isn’t it always whiskey ‘o’ clock.

I know you have seen some of the ‘larger’ ladies here and there is never a bad word said against them. Imperfections are natural and are part of who you are.

I do understand the psychological side of things and it is a hard thing to get past some of the bad things said by morons, and I include some family and so called friends in that.

Magazines etc show what they think are the perfect shaped woman, but often they are photoshopped to get the shape and airbrushed to cover imperfections.

I have never seen any of your photos that are bad, certainly nothing to be ridiculed over.

Something other than your looks or body shape is causing your current pain, and I hope you find a way through it soon.

If you need to talk about it, there are those of us here who will listen and not judge.

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Moochienanu said:

My thoughts will flow today because I am drinking Jameson. That’s right, whiskey-o’clock already (it’s not noon yet here, but no one really cares, right?). I’ve also obtained some ice cream for breakfast which should be perfect to match it. I’m just going to write and post what comes out. Sorry in advance if it’s a bit incoherent.

I saw AD’s post about body shaming and it got me thinking about my own body issues. I know I’ve got a few enviable bits, but I also have some parts of me I don’t like to show to everyone because I have been engrained with the thought that they are not desirable. I have stretch marks. I have calluses from work (and play). I also have deeper, emotional scars from when I’ve been ridiculed or shamed by others for my flaws. These emotional scars are probably uglier than anything physical I could show, and yet I am still hesitant to show all of me for worry that I may offend.

This paragraph is about pain. I’m in so much pain I don’t think I can go on without addressing it. I used to think all pain was pleasing. Man was I wrong. I do like pain, don’t get me wrong; that sting from after a hard smack, the stretch that pulls me apart from the inside as I’m pinned against a bed, the hard toothsome tug on my nipples from a nibble... these and so many other forms of pain are welcomed. But this one I’m battling right now? Man, it is kicking my ass. I’ve never had pain that is so exhausting, so limiting, so utterly annoying. Without going into too much detail, let’s say I’m just so done with it (hence the morning drinking). I’ve cried too many times in the last few days because of it. I’m so FUCKING done.

I like being barefoot. Heels are nice, flats are fine, but when I can choose? I’m bare. There’s something about being connected to the ground and feeling the strength or flexibility of the earth beneath me. I curl my toes into the ground when I’m standing, feeling my connection here and knowing that I can stand here through anything. You hear that pain?!!? ANYTHING.

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Moochienanu said:

My head is swimming. I tread water in a sea of tears and dry mouth. All I want is my head on his chest, resting. Hearing his heartbeat. Feeling his skin against my cheek as his chest rises and falls with his breath. Smelling his musk and falling slowly into dreams. Dreams of the feel of his cock in my mouth. Dreams of his hands on me, in me, warm, tan, sexy hands all over my body like waves crashing into the rocky beach as my toes dip in and I shiver. I’m here, come find me.

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tolyk said:

Damn... just damn...

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Todger65 said:

I’m just slipping through the door you left open for me, undressing as I move through to find you waiting for me.

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30bandits said:

look at that playground....mmmm….

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deft said:

You are beautiful.

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You are so sweet. Thank you.

hotcpu said:

Keep being the real you, you are very alluring with your words and body! Never let anyone steal that allure and grounding from you!

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devilsanus said:

Just when I think you can't top the last post...you top the last post. I hope you are well.

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Moochienanu said:

Joining me in the shower? Such a lovely thought. Water cascading down bodies, hot skin pressing against each other, playful soap creating slippery suds...

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Moochienanu said:

My thoughts will flow today because I am drinking Jameson. That’s right, whiskey-o’clock already (it’s not noon yet here, but no one really cares, right?). I’ve also obtained some ice cream for breakfast which should be perfect to match it. I’m just going to write and post what comes out. Sorry in advance if it’s a bit incoherent.

I saw AD’s post about body shaming and it got me thinking about my own body issues. I know I’ve got a few enviable bits, but I also have some parts of me I don’t like to show to everyone because I have been engrained with the thought that they are not desirable. I have stretch marks. I have calluses from work (and play). I also have deeper, emotional scars from when I’ve been ridiculed or shamed by others for my flaws. These emotional scars are probably uglier than anything physical I could show, and yet I am still hesitant to show all of me for worry that I may offend.

This paragraph is about pain. I’m in so much pain I don’t think I can go on without addressing it. I used to think all pain was pleasing. Man was I wrong. I do like pain, don’t get me wrong; that sting from after a hard smack, the stretch that pulls me apart from the inside as I’m pinned against a bed, the hard toothsome tug on my nipples from a nibble... these and so many other forms of pain are welcomed. But this one I’m battling right now? Man, it is kicking my ass. I’ve never had pain that is so exhausting, so limiting, so utterly annoying. Without going into too much detail, let’s say I’m just so done with it (hence the morning drinking). I’ve cried too many times in the last few days because of it. I’m so FUCKING done.

I like being barefoot. Heels are nice, flats are fine, but when I can choose? I’m bare. There’s something about being connected to the ground and feeling the strength or flexibility of the earth beneath me. I curl my toes into the ground when I’m standing, feeling my connection here and knowing that I can stand here through anything. You hear that pain?!!? ANYTHING.

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Steelheart2018 said:

Like is too light of a word. I love your pics and captions for them.
You are very sexy and open.

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Todger65 said:

Soap coated hand moving around your body, feeling the lines of your neck, sliding down to brush over your hardening nipples then cup and squeeze your breasts ending in your nipples held between finger and thumb.

Traveling further down your front feeling the smoothness of your stomach and sliding one hand each side of your groin, teasing but not touching. Following on down to your calves before turning you around.

I start to stand up, bringing my hands up your calves an thighs until I cup your arse check. As I rise up my hard cock has slid up the front of your thighs until it is resting at the V of your thighs.

With one hand I slide down your thigh and lift a leg up around me, my cock nudging against you.

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30bandits said:

you're too sexy for page 2...back where you belong...wish it were on top of me instead of this list though...

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*big smile* Thanks for the bump, Doll.

lawlessmurf69 said:

Great post miss

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willingtobeused said:

Sexy legs and such cute feet

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mackkjackk said:

hugs n kisses

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Moochienanu said:

You're my favorite little girl

I lay in your arms and I don’t want to go. I don’t want to get up to shower and dress because that means we’re done. There’s no more kissing passionately. No more touching your body, feeling your skin against mine. No more moaning and whimpering with such want and need for each other. I don’t want to shower alone, but I will. Allowing the water to fall in rivulets over my body from the posh hotel rain shower. I want you to join me, but I know you’re sleeping. I don’t want to put on my clothes. These panties you peeled off of me so greedily along with my pants. You wanted me naked and I wanted the same from you. I still remember how your cock feels through the front of your pants. Leaving you this morning is one of the hardest things I’ll ever have to do.

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Moochienanu said:

You're my favorite little girl

I lay in your arms and I don’t want to go. I don’t want to get up to shower and dress because that means we’re done. There’s no more kissing passionately. No more touching your body, feeling your skin against mine. No more moaning and whimpering with such want and need for each other. I don’t want to shower alone, but I will. Allowing the water to fall in rivulets over my body from the posh hotel rain shower. I want you to join me, but I know you’re sleeping. I don’t want to put on my clothes. These panties you peeled off of me so greedily along with my pants. You wanted me naked and I wanted the same from you. I still remember how your cock feels through the front of your pants. Leaving you this morning is one of the hardest things I’ll ever have to do.

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Moochienanu said:

You're my favorite little girl

I lay in your arms and I don’t want to go. I don’t want to get up to shower and dress because that means we’re done. There’s no more kissing passionately. No more touching your body, feeling your skin against mine. No more moaning and whimpering with such want and need for each other. I don’t want to shower alone, but I will. Allowing the water to fall in rivulets over my body from the posh hotel rain shower. I want you to join me, but I know you’re sleeping. I don’t want to put on my clothes. These panties you peeled off of me so greedily along with my pants. You wanted me naked and I wanted the same from you. I still remember how your cock feels through the front of your pants. Leaving you this morning is one of the hardest things I’ll ever have to do.

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Moochienanu said:

You're my favorite little girl

I lay in your arms and I don’t want to go. I don’t want to get up to shower and dress because that means we’re done. There’s no more kissing passionately. No more touching your body, feeling your skin against mine. No more moaning and whimpering with such want and need for each other. I don’t want to shower alone, but I will. Allowing the water to fall in rivulets over my body from the posh hotel rain shower. I want you to join me, but I know you’re sleeping. I don’t want to put on my clothes. These panties you peeled off of me so greedily along with my pants. You wanted me naked and I wanted the same from you. I still remember how your cock feels through the front of your pants. Leaving you this morning is one of the hardest things I’ll ever have to do.

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Moochienanu said:

My scars are both on the inside as well as the out now.
I didn’t cry myself to sleep last night.
There is still pain. Pain because of my surgery, and also because of things I’ve endured this past month.
I’m tired. Last night I slept fully for the first time in weeks. Will I be able to repeat it again tonight? Tomorrow?
I’m apprehensive about how my scar changes me.
Am I still going to be what you want?
Will my scars change me so much that you can’t see me the same way anymore?
How can I pretend it’s not there when I feel it every time I swallow?
How can I pretend it’s not there when I feel it every time I see a truck?
I want to heal.
I want to be healed.
I need to be held.

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