Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

[Cratchit]

The girl can't help it, she needs more
He hasn't found what he's lookin' for
They're still standing in the rain
He can't help it, and she's just that way
There's a fire
Ooh there's a fire in his eyes for you
Don't you know she still cries
Ooh do you know she still cries for you
Fire
Ooh there's a fire in his eyes for you
For you she cries
Ooh do you know she still cries for you
Fire
Ooh there's a fire in his eyes for you
Ooh nothing stands between love and you

My feet never got warm all day yesterday and through the night. Only now, under my heated blanket, with warm socks on and in a room with a hardcore heater turned up to eleven, am I starting to feel them defrost.

I went camping at a concert last night and I haven’t been camping in so long. Something about it being a very full campground, the cold, and possibly the fact that I had quite a bit of whiskey had something to play with the fact that I didn’t sleep very well. I payed more attention to the conversations and things that were happening outside of the tent. A beer being cracked and guzzled, the can thrown away in a bin close by. A group of girls giggling and singing along to a Prince song on their radio. A man (I think?) snoring in the campsite next to mine. The sounds slowly become less. Then there is a sound from another campsite nearby: the distinct sound of pleasure.

[a woman’s voice]
Yes.
Uh.
Uh.
Yes.
[my ears perk and my heart beats a little faster]
Oh.
Yes.
Oh.
Oh.
[I decide to join them in my own way and slip a hand in my sleeping bag, into my pajamas. I imagine what she looks like, straddling and riding this mysteriously quiet man and what his cock must look like while she fucks him so nice in their tent.]
Oh.
Uh.
Yes.
Yes.
Oh!
[As I picture her riding him I can’t help but think about if E was here with me and how we could give them quite the run for their money... or we would have her in this tent with us and we would fuck her so much better than this guy who is just laying there.]
Yes!
Oh Yes!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
[As her small cries start to indicate she’s getting close to climax I speed up with her, so close.... then I hear his voice for the first and only time next as it muffles hers and pushes me over.]
Ooooh Fuck!

It sounds like a good night, great music and an orgasm! Perhaps someone heard your fingers exploring your body. Perhaps a man OR woman....

 

[Moochienanu]

There is something quite erotic about pleasuring yourself to the sound of other's intimacy. I have a feeling you weren't the only one doing so in the crowded camp area. Also, those rings were perfect for the concert, was anyone fortunate enough to see them in the flesh?

*chuckles* well, don’t tell too many people, but I did flash the stage at one point... so maybe? There was a lot of Jameson had... I almost joined a couple in their tent, but I told the friend I went with that I wouldn’t ditch them... so I was a good girl.

It sounds like a good night, great music and an orgasm! Perhaps someone heard your fingers exploring your body. Perhaps a man OR woman....

It was, happily, all of those things. You’re very right that My participation probably wasn’t as quiet as I thought and could have been heard by anyone in that very busy camp. *smile*
UnM
Also, on another note, I’m pleased to see you come out of hibernation just for little ol’ me.

 

[Cratchit]

*chuckles* well, don’t tell too many people, but I did flash the stage at one point... so maybe? There was a lot of Jameson had... I almost joined a couple in their tent, but I told the friend I went with that I wouldn’t ditch them... so I was a good girl.



It was, happily, all of those things. You’re very right that My participation probably wasn’t as quiet as I thought and could have been heard by anyone in that very busy camp. *smile*
UnM
Also, on another note, I’m pleased to see you come out of hibernation just for little ol’ me.

I suspect your moans inspired another man....or woman

*smiles back*

And for someone like you, I shouldn’t have been in hibernation in the first place!

 

[Moochienanu]

Bound for the Floor

Born to be down
I've learned all my lessons before now
Born to be down
I think you'll get used to it

And you just don't get it
You keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic

Born to be down
I think that I've said this before now
Born to be down
What good is confidence?

And you just don't get it
You keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic
And you don't

And you don’t. And you don’t.

I haven’t been bound for almost ten (this is a rough estimate as I think the last time may have been 2009) years. No ropes have rubbed against my naked skin, enticingly making shivers run up and down my spine with an ache I can only describe as lusty greed. I haven’t had my wrists burn from hours of placement ‘just so’ against my body or pulled away from it. I haven’t felt the tingle of my toes as they fall asleep from being stationary for so long. I haven’t been allowed to lay all of myself upon another in so long, it feels almost like it may never happen for me again.

When I am bound, there is complete surrender. My thoughts, my body, my entire being belongs in the hands of someone else. This, I think, is why I haven’t been bound in such a very long time: I have no one to trust with this much relinquished power. I have had half-hearted offers from people to bind me to their beds and they will pull out sports cuffs and the like... but really? That’s not what I want. What I need. I need rope. I need tight knots against my skin. I need to know that for even just a couple minutes, I can rest my power onto the one wrapping the cord around my appendages.

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture

 

[prdigy666]

Born to be down
I've learned all my lessons before now
Born to be down
I think you'll get used to it

And you just don't get it
You keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic

Born to be down
I think that I've said this before now
Born to be down
What good is confidence?

And you just don't get it
You keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic
And you don't

And you don’t. And you don’t.

I haven’t been bound for almost ten (this is a rough estimate as I think the last time may have been 2009) years. No ropes have rubbed against my naked skin, enticingly making shivers run up and down my spine with an ache I can only describe as lusty greed. I haven’t had my wrists burn from hours of placement ‘just so’ against my body or pulled away from it. I haven’t felt the tingle of my toes as they fall asleep from being stationary for so long. I haven’t been allowed to lay all of myself upon another in so long, it feels almost like it may never happen for me again.

When I am bound, there is complete surrender. My thoughts, my body, my entire being belongs in the hands of someone else. This, I think, is why I haven’t been bound in such a very long time: I have no one to trust with this much relinquished power. I have had half-hearted offers from people to bind me to their beds and they will pull out sports cuffs and the like... but really? That’s not what I want. What I need. I need rope. I need tight knots against my skin. I need to know that for even just a couple minutes, I can rest my power onto the one wrapping the cord around my appendages.

You have the beauty and sexuality that make men either frightened, or experience the deepest of yearnings my dear...

 

[Moochienanu]

I suspect your moans inspired another man....or woman

*smiles back*

And for someone like you, I shouldn’t have been in hibernation in the first place!

I’m not as sure as you, but I tend to be rather wushu-washy about such things... and I know with at least a little certainty that at the very least, the three of us had some very inspired noises.
UnM
Someone like me? You may have to elaborate now, because I don’t know what you’re talking about. *wink*

You have the beauty and sexuality that make men either frightened, or experience the deepest of yearnings my dear...

I have to admit, I had a bit of a chuckle to myself when I first read this comment. Allow me to explain: I am a very petite, albeit feisty, little girl and so the thought of me being intimidating or able to frighten with my sexuality is a bit laughable. I will concede that perhaps I could be what some men like or yearn for, though. So for that I will tip my hat to you and hope I am more the latter.

 

[Todger65]

Born to be down
I've learned all my lessons before now
Born to be down
I think you'll get used to it

And you just don't get it
You keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic

Born to be down
I think that I've said this before now
Born to be down
What good is confidence?

And you just don't get it
You keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic
And you don't

And you don’t. And you don’t.

I haven’t been bound for almost ten (this is a rough estimate as I think the last time may have been 2009) years. No ropes have rubbed against my naked skin, enticingly making shivers run up and down my spine with an ache I can only describe as lusty greed. I haven’t had my wrists burn from hours of placement ‘just so’ against my body or pulled away from it. I haven’t felt the tingle of my toes as they fall asleep from being stationary for so long. I haven’t been allowed to lay all of myself upon another in so long, it feels almost like it may never happen for me again.

When I am bound, there is complete surrender. My thoughts, my body, my entire being belongs in the hands of someone else. This, I think, is why I haven’t been bound in such a very long time: I have no one to trust with this much relinquished power. I have had half-hearted offers from people to bind me to their beds and they will pull out sports cuffs and the like... but really? That’s not what I want. What I need. I need rope. I need tight knots against my skin. I need to know that for even just a couple minutes, I can rest my power onto the one wrapping the cord around my appendages.

I just love looking at photos etc where Shibari is in play. Some poses are very erotic. The use of cuffs and spreadeagled bed binding has its place, but nothing surpasses the use of knotted rope to give a total feeling of helplessness under the control of an experienced rope master. (I don’t mean that as in master/slave, just someone who has mastered the techniques).

In my minds eye, I can see you breasts bound, arms behind you, rope knot against your clit as part of the crotch rope, legs bent under and bound thigh to calf. You are then immobile and exposed to my view. So beautiful.

 

[Cthulhu1138]

You are absolutely beautiful, sexy, and delightful my dear.

Your pic and your story almost make me want to go camping, and your lack of a bondage playmate makes me sad that you don't have that delicious connection with someone who could bind and savor such an amazing kitten like you

 

[Cratchit]

I’m not as sure as you, but I tend to be rather wushu-washy about such things... and I know with at least a little certainty that at the very least, the three of us had some very inspired noises.
UnM
Someone like me? You may have to elaborate now, because I don’t know what you’re talking about. *wink*



I have to admit, I had a bit of a chuckle to myself when I first read this comment. Allow me to explain: I am a very petite, albeit feisty, little girl and so the thought of me being intimidating or able to frighten with my sexuality is a bit laughable. I will concede that perhaps I could be what some men like or yearn for, though. So for that I will tip my hat to you and hope I am more the latter.

Don’t know at all, huh? I think you might have a small clue. If not, I shall indeed elaborate. Someone like you who has delicious and dangerous curves, with a talented, dirty mind who is quite skilled in conveying your thoughts, feelings, and emotions to those who truly want to know.

*winks back*

And sure knows how to make others smile!

 

[Dribble]

First i will get you some real rope...none of that synthetic shit will do for you. We will boil it. Stretch it. Dry it. Treat it w oil. Then burn it smooth. Only then will i allow it to leave marks on my moochie.

 

[prdigy666]

I have to admit, I had a bit of a chuckle to myself when I first read this comment. Allow me to explain: I am a very petite, albeit feisty, little girl and so the thought of me being intimidating or able to frighten with my sexuality is a bit laughable. I will concede that perhaps I could be what some men like or yearn for, though. So for that I will tip my hat to you and hope I am more the latter.

No need to explain to me gorgeous... And you're frightening in that your what a lot of men want, but have no idea what to do with... Hence the toy handcuffs... But you're definitely the latter...

 

[Moochienanu]

You are absolutely beautiful, sexy, and delightful my dear.

Your pic and your story almost make me want to go camping, and your lack of a bondage playmate makes me sad that you don't have that delicious connection with someone who could bind and savor such an amazing kitten like you

Thank you. Your compliments lift my spirits.

Having a playmate who understood me and lived close enough to take advantage of what I offer would be nice.

 

[Moochienanu]

I just love looking at photos etc where Shibari is in play. Some poses are very erotic. The use of cuffs and spreadeagled bed binding has its place, but nothing surpasses the use of knotted rope to give a total feeling of helplessness under the control of an experienced rope master. (I don’t mean that as in master/slave, just someone who has mastered the techniques).

In my minds eye, I can see you breasts bound, arms behind you, rope knot against your clit as part of the crotch rope, legs bent under and bound thigh to calf. You are then immobile and exposed to my view. So beautiful.

Your mind’s eye sounds like a very fun place to live.

Don’t know at all, huh? I think you might have a small clue. If not, I shall indeed elaborate. Someone like you who has delicious and dangerous curves, with a talented, dirty mind who is quite skilled in conveying your thoughts, feelings, and emotions to those who truly want to know.

*winks back*

And sure knows how to make others smile!

My how you flatter! A “girl like me” could get used to being doted upon thusly. I try my best to be a bit of sunlight in an otherwise torrential downpour.

First i will get you some real rope...none of that synthetic shit will do for you. We will boil it. Stretch it. Dry it. Treat it w oil. Then burn it smooth. Only then will i allow it to leave marks on my moochie.

I once made rope for a science class years ago (first year of college) and I remember it being quite the process. It would be an honour to be bound with a rope made together with someone.

No need to explain to me gorgeous... And you're frightening in that your what a lot of men want, but have no idea what to do with... Hence the toy handcuffs... But you're definitely the latter...

I see what you mean that I may be something desired and then also misunderstood. I just don’t think of myself as very intimidating or frieghtwning (or at least hope that I’m not).

 

[prdigy666]

I see what you mean that I may be something desired and then also misunderstood. I just don’t think of myself as very intimidating or frieghtwning (or at least hope that I’m not).

I wouldn't take you as frightening... Mouth watering, definitely... But not frightening lol

 

[metrifonate]

Born to be down
I've learned all my lessons before now
Born to be down
I think you'll get used to it

And you just don't get it
You keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic

Born to be down
I think that I've said this before now
Born to be down
What good is confidence?

And you just don't get it
You keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic
And you don't

And you don’t. And you don’t.

I haven’t been bound for almost ten (this is a rough estimate as I think the last time may have been 2009) years. No ropes have rubbed against my naked skin, enticingly making shivers run up and down my spine with an ache I can only describe as lusty greed. I haven’t had my wrists burn from hours of placement ‘just so’ against my body or pulled away from it. I haven’t felt the tingle of my toes as they fall asleep from being stationary for so long. I haven’t been allowed to lay all of myself upon another in so long, it feels almost like it may never happen for me again.

When I am bound, there is complete surrender. My thoughts, my body, my entire being belongs in the hands of someone else. This, I think, is why I haven’t been bound in such a very long time: I have no one to trust with this much relinquished power. I have had half-hearted offers from people to bind me to their beds and they will pull out sports cuffs and the like... but really? That’s not what I want. What I need. I need rope. I need tight knots against my skin. I need to know that for even just a couple minutes, I can rest my power onto the one wrapping the cord around my appendages.

It takes complete trust and communication. A difficult thing to obtain. Then there is beauty in shibari, as one with rope and held in extasy.

 

[Ironfan]

I have to admit, I had a bit of a chuckle to myself when I first read this comment. Allow me to explain: I am a very petite, albeit feisty, little girl and so the thought of me being intimidating or able to frighten with my sexuality is a bit laughable. I will concede that perhaps I could be what some men like or yearn for, though. So for that I will tip my hat to you and hope I am more the latter.

I had to stop and think hard before answering this. I'm 6'8'' and 280lbs quite imposing looking. Fairly confident in myself.

But nothing excites and if I'm honest with myself scares me slightly then a lady who with a word, slight glimpse of something exotic/forbidden, or even a look or tilt of the head can reduce my word down to nothing more then attending to her every wish and desire. Knowing that that will be reciprocal, that she understands that we'll be there for each other.

Just my two thoughts on the matter. Really enjoy your thread, your stories and thoughts are as. Much as a turn on as the beautiful photos.

 

[Todger65]

Your mind’s eye sounds like a very fun place to live.

I think you would love being there as much as I do. The things I see when I have a need to.

 

[thinkingofyou3000]

The girl can't help it, she needs more
He hasn't found what he's lookin' for
They're still standing in the rain
He can't help it, and she's just that way
There's a fire
Ooh there's a fire in his eyes for you
Don't you know she still cries
Ooh do you know she still cries for you
Fire
Ooh there's a fire in his eyes for you
For you she cries
Ooh do you know she still cries for you
Fire
Ooh there's a fire in his eyes for you
Ooh nothing stands between love and you

My feet never got warm all day yesterday and through the night. Only now, under my heated blanket, with warm socks on and in a room with a hardcore heater turned up to eleven, am I starting to feel them defrost.

I went camping at a concert last night and I haven’t been camping in so long. Something about it being a very full campground, the cold, and possibly the fact that I had quite a bit of whiskey had something to play with the fact that I didn’t sleep very well. I payed more attention to the conversations and things that were happening outside of the tent. A beer being cracked and guzzled, the can thrown away in a bin close by. A group of girls giggling and singing along to a Prince song on their radio. A man (I think?) snoring in the campsite next to mine. The sounds slowly become less. Then there is a sound from another campsite nearby: the distinct sound of pleasure.

[a woman’s voice]
Yes.
Uh.
Uh.
Yes.
[my ears perk and my heart beats a little faster]
Oh.
Yes.
Oh.
Oh.
[I decide to join them in my own way and slip a hand in my sleeping bag, into my pajamas. I imagine what she looks like, straddling and riding this mysteriously quiet man and what his cock must look like while she fucks him so nice in their tent.]
Oh.
Uh.
Yes.
Yes.
Oh!
[As I picture her riding him I can’t help but think about if E was here with me and how we could give them quite the run for their money... or we would have her in this tent with us and we would fuck her so much better than this guy who is just laying there.]
Yes!
Oh Yes!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
[As her small cries start to indicate she’s getting close to climax I speed up with her, so close.... then I hear his voice for the first and only time next as it muffles hers and pushes me over.]
Ooooh Fuck!

Would love being there with you hearing the sounds of her being well used and as our eyes make contact and horniness kicks in, we both have the goal of wilder, extended orgasms...and I think especially for you!

 

[Moochienanu]

I wouldn't take you as frightening... Mouth watering, definitely... But not frightening lol

whew! *wipes brow* good to hear.

It takes complete trust and communication. A difficult thing to obtain. Then there is beauty in shibari, as one with rope and held in extasy.

I believe the trust involved in bondage may be the most purest form, so yes, it is, in its nature the most difficult to obtain.

I had to stop and think hard before answering this. I'm 6'8'' and 280lbs quite imposing looking. Fairly confident in myself.

But nothing excites and if I'm honest with myself scares me slightly then a lady who with a word, slight glimpse of something exotic/forbidden, or even a look or tilt of the head can reduce my word down to nothing more then attending to her every wish and desire. Knowing that that will be reciprocal, that she understands that we'll be there for each other.

Just my two thoughts on the matter. Really enjoy your thread, your stories and thoughts are as. Much as a turn on as the beautiful photos.

Thank you for your perspective on the matter of intimidation. I think height and mass have actually very little to do with the fact that I may be freightening... I shouldn’t have mentioned my small stature as some of the meanest, scariest people I’ve known personally were not tall or big, but rather short and scrappy. It has more to do with how I see myself as a lover: I’m not one to push another’s comfort zone (that’s kinda their job. *winks*).

I think you would love being there as much as I do. The things I see when I have a need to.

I can only imagine... which is to say I have a feeling yours has as much depth and infinite possibilities as mine... which is very intriguing.

Would love being there with you hearing the sounds of her being well used and as our eyes make contact and horniness kicks in, we both have the goal of wilder, extended orgasms...and I think especially for you!

Their sounds did make me wish that I had a partner to compete with them (I know I would have definitely been much more vocally variant than she was).

 

[OneHD]

Born to be down
I've learned all my lessons before now
Born to be down
I think you'll get used to it

And you just don't get it
You keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic

Born to be down
I think that I've said this before now
Born to be down
What good is confidence?

And you just don't get it
You keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic
And you don't

And you don’t. And you don’t.

I haven’t been bound for almost ten (this is a rough estimate as I think the last time may have been 2009) years. No ropes have rubbed against my naked skin, enticingly making shivers run up and down my spine with an ache I can only describe as lusty greed. I haven’t had my wrists burn from hours of placement ‘just so’ against my body or pulled away from it. I haven’t felt the tingle of my toes as they fall asleep from being stationary for so long. I haven’t been allowed to lay all of myself upon another in so long, it feels almost like it may never happen for me again.

When I am bound, there is complete surrender. My thoughts, my body, my entire being belongs in the hands of someone else. This, I think, is why I haven’t been bound in such a very long time: I have no one to trust with this much relinquished power. I have had half-hearted offers from people to bind me to their beds and they will pull out sports cuffs and the like... but really? That’s not what I want. What I need. I need rope. I need tight knots against my skin. I need to know that for even just a couple minutes, I can rest my power onto the one wrapping the cord around my appendages.

Lady ..you do have a way of Inspiring Me .. ..

 

[Moochienanu]

Lady ..you do have a way of Inspiring Me .. ..

Don’t take this the wrong way, but all that popped into my mind was that super cheesy song by Chicago.

 

[Moochienanu]

Karaoke

Tonight I sang:

Adele - Rolling in the deep
Gyote featuring Kimbra - Somebody that I used to know
Cyndi Lauper - Time after time

And on the drive home I belted:

Kodaline - All I want

All I want is nothing more
To hear you knocking at my door
'Cause if I could see your face once more
I could die as a happy man I'm sure

When you said your last goodbye
I died a little bit inside
I lay in tears in bed all night
Alone without you by my side

But If you loved me
Why did you leave me
Take my body
Take my body
All I want is
All I need is
To find somebody
I'll find somebody

'Cause you brought out the best of me
A part of me I'd never seen
You took my soul wiped it clean
Our love was made for movie screens

But If you loved me
Why did you leave me
Take my body
Take my body
All I want is
All I need is
To find somebody
I'll find somebody
Like you.

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture

 

[deft]

Oooh, I love a tempting tease like that!

 

[Todger65]

Tonight I sang:

Adele - Rolling in the deep
Gyote featuring Kimbra - Somebody that I used to know
Cyndi Lauper - Time after time

And on the drive home I belted:

Kodaline - All I want

All I want is nothing more
To hear you knocking at my door
'Cause if I could see your face once more
I could die as a happy man I'm sure

When you said your last goodbye
I died a little bit inside
I lay in tears in bed all night
Alone without you by my side

But If you loved me
Why did you leave me
Take my body
Take my body
All I want is
All I need is
To find somebody
I'll find somebody

'Cause you brought out the best of me
A part of me I'd never seen
You took my soul wiped it clean
Our love was made for movie screens

But If you loved me
Why did you leave me
Take my body
Take my body
All I want is
All I need is
To find somebody
I'll find somebody
Like you.

A singer too. I bet you weren’t dressed like that in the car though.

 

[Moochienanu]

Darkness.
Sadness.
Pits of pain and hurt.
I want to sink in.
Feel it swallow me whole.