Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

[AngelicaS1780]

I don’t often choose Maker’s. I like it, but I usually go for a scotch like glenfiddich or dalwhinnie if I want to spend more of my monies.

If you weren’t so far away, I would offer you a wee dram of the 2017 Dalwhinnie Distiller’s Edition that I picked up a few weeks ago. I needed to open it after your porn preferences post.

Then we can move on to the Knob Creek.
Although that bottle is only half full.

 

[vwnut]

I don’t often choose Maker’s. I like it, but I usually go for a scotch like glenfiddich or dalwhinnie if I want to spend more of my monies.

I like Glenfiddich for sipping, Cutty Sark for making Mamie Taylor's (Scotch, ginger ale, and lime juice). Lately my whiskey of choice has been Texas Silver Star, either neat or on the rocks.

 

[Moochienanu]

Off topic, but I will get back to whiskey, I always do...

I am having a hard time this morning reconciling my need to be both a independent, sweet, little girl and a toy for someone to play with. I want to hold on to that piece of me that makes me desirable (or at least I think it does) and also surrender everything. How can such a juxtaposition exist?

 

[Dribble]

I am having a hard time this morning reconciling my need to be both a independent, sweet, little girl and a toy for someone to play with. I want to hold on to that piece of me that makes me desirable (or at least I think it does) and also surrender everything. How can such a juxtaposition exist?

Come now....you know this answer...

 

[Moochienanu]

Come now....you know this answer...

I know... still frustrating the bajesus out of my pussy today... although that may be more because of geography. Damn distances to hell! Teleportation. Someone has to figure that shit out soon. Is Elon Musk dealing with that yet?!?

 

[Moochienanu]

Teleportation

Okay... so I took a long shower, and all I could think about was the social and economical ramifications involved in teleportation. I mean, would there be a bunch of machines? Could I buy one? If I could buy one, would I have to know someone with one too in order to visit? How safe is that? I mean, could some ‘friend’ randomly teleport into my machine without me knowing and thus trespass? Would it cost money every time you decided to use your teleporter? Would there be a distance fee involved? Would it be as much as plane travel? Would the ecological impact and carbon footprint be more or less than other modes of travel?

Then I realized, it doesn’t matter, I still want one so I can touch you right now.

 

[whistler1]

Don't be scared
I've done this before
Show me your teeth
Show me your teeth
Show me your teeth

Don't want no money (want your money)
That shit's is ugly
Just want your sex (want your sex)
Take a bite of my bad girl meat (bad girl meat)
Take a bite my meat
Show me your teeth (let me see your mean)

I want him to bite me. Hard. That fleshy bit of the inner thigh? Yeah. That’s exactly where. I want to squirm as I feel his teeth sink into me, as his hands roam my body and he reads my mind. I want him to hold me down, push my hips into the ground as they rise up against his face involuntary. I want his tongue to tease my wet lips there and make me moan his name, pulling my wrists against the bindings he carefully secured earlier. I want to use all of my leverage, push my heels into his upper back, pressing his tongue deeper into my folds as our hunger for each other is a step closer to satisfied.

True satisfaction may never come. Not even when he looks into my eyes and kisses me as he presses his hard cock into me. Not even when we cum with each other over and over.

I think we will always want more.

I can only imagine how many men (and probably some women) would love for that to be THEIR hand...

 

[Todger65]

Some deep thinking today. Teleportation, could be nearer than you think, but it will be on the top priority secret list for military use only. Eventually many decades afterwards it may appear in some simpler for for public use. Think of microwave communication before mobile phones, satellite navigation well before public use and the accuracy on our system is well reduced to military capability.

It would be a fantastic invention and the usage possibilities are endless. Involve some element of time distortion and I could be spending an evening and night with you and be back home half the world away in time for breakfast.

.

 

[mranyguy]

I don’t often choose Maker’s. I like it, but I usually go for a scotch like glenfiddich or dalwhinnie if I want to spend more of my monies.

I prefer Woodford Reserve. Cheap if you can get the giant bottle and a perfect to mix with lots of things.

If you have not done Crown Apple that got to be a go to for my fall.

 

[Massive Grooves]

Okay... so I took a long shower, and all I could think about was the social and economical ramifications involved in teleportation. I mean, would there be a bunch of machines? Could I buy one? If I could buy one, would I have to know someone with one too in order to visit? How safe is that? I mean, could some ‘friend’ randomly teleport into my machine without me knowing and thus trespass? Would it cost money every time you decided to use your teleporter? Would there be a distance fee involved? Would it be as much as plane travel? Would the ecological impact and carbon footprint be more or less than other modes of travel?

Then I realized, it doesn’t matter, I still want one so I can touch you right now.

You have interesting tastes in porn.

 

[zoonga]

Holy fuck me sideways...

 

[metrifonate]

Alright, I’m writing this with a tumbler of bourbon in my hand... so please treat it with the sensitivity a drunken little girl needs? *sips my drink*

Everyone has their porn they like to see. For some it’s a nice video of a couple who are really into each other, others it may be really sloppy face-fucking that helps them pop over the edge, or maybe it’s pics of anal creampies that float their boat onto a sea of cum... I think it’s all great and I find myself interested in a plethora of porn sometimes, jumping from one style (sports bra tittie-fucking anyone? *sips some more bourbon*) to another with the ease of shifting gears in the car... But there are specific things in porn whether it be pics or video, that will always drive me nuts in such a good way, and I’ve found this conversation cumming up quite a bit in my life lately... so why not write about it (yes, I went for the obvious joke-pun, so sue me.)?!

The hand porns. I don’t save much “porn” to my phone, but probably half of what I do have saved or bookmarked are pictures of exquisite hands. I love seeing filthy, calloused, thick working hands. I like seeing the backs of veiny hands as they lay on hairy chests. Delicate hands nonchalantly draped across décolletage or stocking-covered thigh is such a delicious sight... and let’s face it, I get plain weak in the knees just seeing a hand do a suggestive movement like thisthis , or unbuckling a belt, flipping a page in a book, or holding something of importance to me. I just... I can’t keep myself calm when I see that kind of handy work (gods! The puns today! ). I think the main thing about hand porn that gets me is how it makes me think about all the things those hands could do or have done to me. I’ve always had an overactive imagination... and there are SO many lovely things that hands do; from the light, gooseflesh-inducing touches to the rough bare-handed smacks... *wistfully thinks about a few other lovely hand action-y things for a couple minutes or so... okay it was more like a couple hours of thinking about those hands working their way over my body... sips the bourbon*

The personalized masturbation porns. This is a broad category. I like most masturbation porns (lately I’ve been really into watching mtf girls masterbate to climax because... well... YUM!), but there’s something extra special about someone touching themselves and cumming while they’re thinking of you... it just makes it so much better. *bourbon swig* I will probably never tire of watching some of the vids sent to me or seeing the pictures of people I like pleasing themselves to thoughts of me. It feeds my exhibitionist and voyeur tendencies at the same time (win-win!). I tried to describe to a lover the feeling I get when I see him stroke to me, and all I could cum up with (yes, it’s just happening now. Deal.) was that it made me feel so special and as though his words were waves hitting me right in the feels as he moaned and thought of me in his most vulnerable state... Nothing. Fucking. Sexier.

*huge gulps of bourbon*

Hair. I have a thing. It’s probably not many people’s thing... I mean, lots of people don’t deal with body hair well... me? I want it. Gimme!!! I keep myself groomed for others, and someday maybe I’ll be able to allow things to grow wild or something (not that I want it to or would like it for long), but my body isn’t about me... what is about me is my taste in porns... and oh... in the porn I watch and see, I want ALL the hair. I want to see a bit of hair that will tickle my nose on a beautiful pussy... I want to imagine the feel a scruffles or beard on a face if they’re able to grow one. *swig of bourbon* Gods! I NEED chest hair on a man. It’s an absolute must. I mean, CUM ON! If it’s dark or grey? Oh, I’m just putty in your fingers, porno makers. I want that texture. It’s weird, but it’s a thing for me. So seeing a young, hairless, meh-type chest in porn is a bit to overcome for me. I’m not gonna be able to get into it. I know I’m probably in a minority, but I’m sharing my truth, okay? *sips more of the delicious, life-giving bourbon*

Belt/rope/bondage porn. This doesn’t even have to have a tied person involved (although that’s nice). It’s about the potential of the item and what can be done with it... just like hands. I had a conversation with someone because he’s helping a friend with a boat and I said something about fucking him on every surface, so he took a few pics of the hold in the boat. *sips the bourbon* there were hanks of rope. I got wet. The potential was too much! I was in a whole new headspace immediately seeing the pics of hanks of rope laying there. I was imagining all the things and then this pic... this epic picture. This porn that will be on my short list for a long time cums to me from him: his hand (mmmmmm), holding a knotted ball on the end of a beautiful rope that would drape in such a lovely way across my skin leaving the prettiest of marks... and his comment: “Look, this line comes with its own ball gag!” *swoons and swigs the bourbon* Needless to say, I saved the picture. So yeah, show me the belt . Show me the rope. Show me the tie. Show me the restriction. I want to imagine.

Suit porn. I’m so lame, I know. I won’t spend much time on this, suffice to say, I feel like it’s the power dynamic. *sips my drink* I have a thing for a suit that’s worn well and makes me want to pull it off... or watch it being removed. I like feeling powerless in the presence of someone who is much more dressed than I am, more put together, more knowledgeable. I like to imagine myself with someone like that.

Finally, this is the most shallow bit of my porn needs: the people have to be pretty. I’m not talking unreal. I’m saying they can’t have something that completely takes me out of the thought. I was watching this porn recently where the girl was kinda cute, but all I could see was this weird bald spot on her temple. It was like: “I wonder if that’s alopecia or a new fashion thing... or something?” Or this one guy with teeth that went straight out instead of down in his jaw. Some people find this stuff to be endearing, but not me. I don’t like to be taken out of the moment by wandering thoughts about their childhood illness that might have caused that strange pattern of keloids on their back. It’s not my thing. I want ordinary, pretty people please. *holds my glass up in a salute and then drinks a bit more bourbon*

So, basically a lot of my porns can be incorporated in one picture I have: his handsome, scruffy face with a commanding look, his hand holding a rope with special meaning and metal buckles against his chest, which of course is deliciously covered with his dark, peppery hair. *melts and finishes last of my bourbon*

So... what’s your porns? I wanna know.

So glad you like rope. A female friend wanted me to learn shabari and use her as model. It was intense fun. She loved the more complex and restrictive designs.

 

[AlliaPotestas]

Okay... so I took a long shower, and all I could think about was the social and economical ramifications involved in teleportation. I mean, would there be a bunch of machines? Could I buy one? If I could buy one, would I have to know someone with one too in order to visit? How safe is that? I mean, could some ‘friend’ randomly teleport into my machine without me knowing and thus trespass? Would it cost money every time you decided to use your teleporter? Would there be a distance fee involved? Would it be as much as plane travel? Would the ecological impact and carbon footprint be more or less than other modes of travel?

Then I realized, it doesn’t matter, I still want one so I can touch you right now.

The key question is are you still you?... teleportation in sci-fi tends to involve cloning you... the original you ceases to exist, what pops up thousands of miles away is a replica. To me that’s death... but I have a sci-fi friend who is insistent that if the new you carries all your memories, you survive... either way - I prefer a good old fashioned road trip... the anticipation... the build up. If we could click our fingers and be anywhere - would we appreciate it as much?

Anywhos Mooch - you are something special on here, whoever he is, I hope he appreciates it (and when teleportation comes along - get him to test it first...)

 

[wrant]

I agree with Alliance. The general theory is that the reassembled you is a copy. Then again a there is the whole “what was in the transporter with you getting mixed up with you” thing. I think I’ll stick with my bike. Out on the road is fun.

 

[Moochienanu]

Sorry, I beg to differ... I refer you to that audio.

I guess I could succeed that at times I can be a little sexy.

Fuck. The audio.

Fuck? I’m hoping it’s a good fuck. Good fucks are usually always better than bad fucks.

Holy fuck me sideways...

Scissoring is your thing? Nice.

 

[wrant]

Grrrr autocorrect is not a wonderful thing.

 

[Moochienanu]

Some deep thinking today. Teleportation, could be nearer than you think, but it will be on the top priority secret list for military use only. Eventually many decades afterwards it may appear in some simpler for for public use. Think of microwave communication before mobile phones, satellite navigation well before public use and the accuracy on our system is well reduced to military capability.

It would be a fantastic invention and the usage possibilities are endless. Involve some element of time distortion and I could be spending an evening and night with you and be back home half the world away in time for breakfast.

.

Some good thoughts brought up. I figured it would be quite a while (decades or more) before anything like what I think of as teleportation is available to the masses or as accessible as a personal computer or cellular phone are these days. But for some reason I couldn’t get the logistics out of my head. You also bring up time distortion which played through my head too... I mean, it’s 8 hours later there than it is here... would that effect your body? Mind? To do so much jumping around?

The key question is are you still you?... teleportation in sci-fi tends to involve cloning you... the original you ceases to exist, what pops up thousands of miles away is a replica. To me that’s death... but I have a sci-fi friend who is insistent that if the new you carries all your memories, you survive... either way - I prefer a good old fashioned road trip... the anticipation... the build up. If we could click our fingers and be anywhere - would we appreciate it as much?

Anywhos Mooch - you are something special on here, whoever he is, I hope he appreciates it (and when teleportation comes along - get him to test it first...)

I hadn’t thought of that part of the theory (I should have as I love that movie The Magician) but I think I would be okay with killing myself off. I mean, is it murder if it’s a clone? For those brief moments right after teleportation when the you left in your original location is just standing there waiting for their death... those would be the only new memories and you would never have them... you are your mind, your soul. A body is just what holds you.

My best friend lives in a different state and her favorite aunt is dying of brain cancer in a completely other state. I would like very much to have a teleportation machine so I can hold her right now and also let her see her aunt again. She needs it. Instead, she is working too much, because ‘tis the season, and I bought her a pair of new shoes to hug her feet until I can maybe see her next month.

I agree with Alliance. The general theory is that the reassembled you is a copy. Then again a there is the whole “what was in the transporter with you getting mixed up with you” thing. I think I’ll stick with my bike. Out on the road is fun.

That is a thought I kept mulling: how many people would never want to hop in a teleporter? Would there be activists against them? I bet yes if they found out it was also a murder machine.

You have interesting tastes in porn.

I do. Thank you.

 

[wrant]

Imagine if the copy deteriorates with each trip! That could lead to some rather horrible outcomes.

 

[Moochienanu]

I can only imagine how many men (and probably some women) would love for that to be THEIR hand...

I would rather their teeth.

So glad you like rope. A female friend wanted me to learn shabari and use her as model. It was intense fun. She loved the more complex and restrictive designs.

I’ve been to a few rope classes now with friends. I like the feel of being a rope bottom. It has nothing to do with how the tie looks (although esthetics are nice when you’re thinking performance or photography) for me, but about how a tie can make me feel. I want to be bound and unbreakably sexy.

 

[Moochienanu]

Back on topic!

Nice. Haven't had much scotch to have a preference yet. Santa did gift me a big ass bottle of MM.

YAY! Santa’s really the bestest!

If you weren’t so far away, I would offer you a wee dram of the 2017 Dalwhinnie Distiller’s Edition that I picked up a few weeks ago. I needed to open it after your porn preferences post.

Then we can move on to the Knob Creek.
Although that bottle is only half full.

My scotch authorities have told me I must partake in that Dalwhinnie, so I will happily join you for a dram. I’m visiting my sister for a couple days and got her a bottle of the Balvenie DoubleWood 12 year... can’t wait to open it today and taste.

I like Glenfiddich for sipping, Cutty Sark for making Mamie Taylor's (Scotch, ginger ale, and lime juice). Lately my whiskey of choice has been Texas Silver Star, either neat or on the rocks.

The bar I frequent for karaoke has a bottle of Glenfiddich which I may be the only one sipping, but I’m okay with that. I have never tried the Texas Silver Star. It sounds like a mix-with-things type? But names are misleading.

I prefer Woodford Reserve. Cheap if you can get the giant bottle and a perfect to mix with lots of things.

If you have not done Crown Apple that got to be a go to for my fall.

I agree, Woodford Reserve is good to have on hand for mixing. It’s like Jameson; a staple of any well-stocked cabinet.

I was okay with Crown Apple, but I’ve had better apple and pear-spiced whiskies from local distilleries which have made me a bit of a snob.

 

[metrifonate]

I would rather their teeth.



I’ve been to a few rope classes now with friends. I like the feel of being a rope bottom. It has nothing to do with how the tie looks (although esthetics are nice when you’re thinking performance or photography) for me, but about how a tie can make me feel. I want to be bound and unbreakably sexy.

You are unbreakably sexy and even more so bound, tight and helpless.

 

[Moochienanu]

The torture of sound

Drip.
...
Drop.
....
I can’t tell how long I’ve been here.
I know it’s been a while because my foot is asleep.
...
Drip.
Drip.
...
I can hear it driving me insane. The sound is worse than this rope cutting into my side and yet still making me feel so... sexy. I feel sexy... but the torture is still happening.
...
Drop.
...
...
In that SOUND.
In that sound there is an infinite madness.
I can almost feel the droplets form like the beads of sweat on my brow from the exertion of being held so still by knots and pure will.
Drip.
....
Drop.
There’s no rhyme or reason. No pattern or order to it.
Drop.
That’s why it is able to claw in where nothing else has tonight.
That’s why all I can think of is rain.
...
...
...
Drip-Drop.

 

[metrifonate]

Drip.
...
Drop.
....
I can’t tell how long I’ve been here.
I know it’s been a while because my foot is asleep.
...
Drip.
Drip.
...
I can hear it driving me insane. The sound is worse than this rope cutting into my side and yet still making me feel so... sexy. I feel sexy... but the torture is still happening.
...
Drop.
...
...
In that SOUND.
In that sound there is an infinite madness.
I can almost feel the droplets form like the beads of sweat on my brow from the exertion of being held so still by knots and pure will.
Drip.
....
Drop.
There’s no rhyme or reason. No pattern or order to it.
Drop.
That’s why it is able to claw in where nothing else has tonight.
That’s why all I can think of is rain.
...
...
...
Drip-Drop.

Tied and alone..blindfolded

 

[whistler1]

I would rather their teeth.

Oh, I think that could be arranged...

 

[Todger65]

Some good thoughts brought up. I figured it would be quite a while (decades or more) before anything like what I think of as teleportation is available to the masses or as accessible as a personal computer or cellular phone are these days. But for some reason I couldn’t get the logistics out of my head. You also bring up time distortion which played through my head too... I mean, it’s 8 hours later there than it is here... would that effect your body? Mind? To do so much jumping around?

The theory to my mind is instant transport, no time but nanoseconds involved, so as long as they get the body transference sorted so you re appear with everything where it should be the mind shouldn’t be affected.

I’d be willing to take that risk to spend some time with you.