Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

[WoodenVibrator]

Oh my! I believe this may not be the thread if you want to talk about the sportsings.... was there a big match-game recently?

I think I’ll stick around just the same.

 

[Deleted member 1177770]

I fear
So many things
Tangible
And also abstract.
The thoughts that accompany my fears are what truly shake me to the core.

There is a hierarchy in my life
I am reminded of what’s important
And what isn’t.
I wasn’t on that list until I put myself on it.

Fear Not,
The most things you do,
Are intangible,
Abstract they may be,
Your thoughts are so vivid,
They definitely are your core.

Hierarchy is important,
You were always important,
it's good to finally see you put yourself on it.

 

[mackkjackk]

I submitted my story (even though I kinda didn’t want to and would much rather share it here, but I was forced to submit it because the mod removed it from here) and it was rejected. I was rejected because they don’t like how I write dialogue.

“Please break up your dialogue. The convention is one speaker per paragraph, so whenever someone new says something, start a new a paragraph. The essay "How to Make Characters Talk" in our Writer's Resources section has more information on the paragraph formatting of dialogue if you have further questions.”

This was the only thing they found to reject me with. But you know what?! I don’t wanna. Maybe this is me being a bratty mcbrat-face... but seriously?! Because I don’t start a new paragraph every time someone new speaks you reject my writing? What if I wanted it that way? What if I want there to be a fluent conversation between two people in ONE paragraph. Nope. Not gonna resubmit. Whole thing seems broken to me.

So I’m going to break up my stories and post them with pics here. Solve all my future problems. Enjoy! *blows kisses*

Thats real weird.. but anyway glad you've found a good way around it and an easy way for us followers(pervs) to see and read your stories

 

[mackkjackk]

Shit Mooch - thats so dam hot - instant harder hardon material .. made me feel like i was right there!

 

[Moochienanu]

I think I’ll stick around just the same.

Good. I was hoping you would. *wink*

 

[Moochienanu]

Fear Not,
The most things you do,
Are intangible,
Abstract they may be,
Your thoughts are so vivid,
They definitely are your core.

Hierarchy is important,
You were always important,
it's good to finally see you put yourself on it.

Reflective verse
Always keeping me on my toes.
Making me think more
Wonder more
About you.

 

[Moochienanu]

Thats real weird.. but anyway glad you've found a good way around it and an easy way for us followers(pervs) to see and read your stories

Yes. Hopefully the workaround is acceptable. There were boobs

 

[Moochienanu]

Shit Mooch - thats so dam hot - instant harder hardon material .. made me feel like i was right there!

Glad you enjoyed it. I guess I’ll continue posting... *smirk*

 

[Todger65]

There is always a bit of truth (or a lot of it) in the things I write. I am a good girl. I know I am.

Thank you. I like that picture and that outfit. It’s one I wear a variation of often. The skirt is comfortable and the stockings are warm. I also like the texture on the stockings. I like to rub my hand on them.

I agree about stockings. I love the feel of them against my hand and nothing is better than the contrast between the texture of the stocking then sliding off onto naked skin knowing that only inches away is a beautiful wetness waiting to be teased.

I’ve always knew that you were a good girl

 

[deft]

What a breathtaking sequence of erotica, darling. I'm terribly flustered all of a sudden.

 

[sexywriterfla]

He finishes writing and caps the marker, setting it on the counter behind me. Then he picks me up off my knees and lifts me onto the edge of the counter, stepping into the space between my legs and kisses me. I melt into his arms, falling apart in his embrace. He slides his cock into me and I am full. Complete. A whole being. I can’t stop myself and rock my hips into his, his kiss making me lose myself in the feel of him slipping inside me. My arms wrap around his neck and his hands are under my bum, pulling me onto him, deeper. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t stop my hips. My mind is somewhere else until... “No you don’t!”

“Daddy, I can’t stop. Please don’t make me stop.” I say, grinding and feeling the wave starting to build. Whispering in my ear now he replies “if you cum right now Kitten, I will have to fuck your ass. Do you want that tonight before work? Do you want to think of me whenever you sit tonight?” I half hear him. I know there are consequences. I know that, but I can’t stop this orgasm which has been building since I started sucking his cock. I let go and grasp onto him. He holds my body next to his as the wave crashes and pins me under water where I can’t breathe. I rock helplessly against him until it’s over and I come back to myself. I rest my head against his chest, grinning for a moment and then recognizing he’s not smiling. I pull back and look at him then quickly away. There is a smirk in his eye I know well; I’ve basically just given him free reign over my body. Oh no. Thoughts of calling into work float into and quickly out of my mind as it’s too close to clocking in time and they wouldn’t be able to find anyone to cover, plus, what could he really do with the last ten minutes we’re together? Why do I think these things?

He picks me up and carries me into the bedroom, throws me down onto the bed and flips me onto my stomach. “Get your knees on the edge of the bed and ass in the air so I can see it,” he says sternly. I feel the smack of his hand on my sore rump and do what he asks. “Look at how wet you are. My good little slut likes this, doesn’t she?” He asks rubbing his cock teasingly up and down the sopping lips of my pussy. “Yes Daddy. I love it, Daddy,” I reply desperately, pushing myself back into him as much as possible from my already extended position, wanting to feel him fill me up again.

Mmmmm. Fuck. So luscious. And as always, lovely words.

 

[sexywriterfla]

“Play with yourself,” he commands. My free hand not resting itself on his thigh reaches between my legs to find my wet center and I start to move my fingers in lazy circles. “Good girl” slips from his lips and I look up at him as the shiver of happiness runs through my body. I continue to put most of my attention on him, feeling his movements against me, his hand with a fist full of my hair, his eyes looking down on me. I diligently work his cock deep into my mouth and out again, my tongue rubbing his shaft and creating suction, making his body react to me instinctively. The smell and taste of him consuming me as my fingers start working faster on myself.

I feel him bend and pull me off of him by my hair, his cheek close to mine as he whispers in my ear “turn around. On your hands and knees... Good. Now cheek to the floor, get your ass in the air for me... that’s my girl. Now play with yourself again.” Exhibition. He knows it makes me so uncomfortable. I’m lost in this moment, though. I feel his eyes on me. Know he’s consuming me with them. I hear him get up from the couch, walk down the hall somewhere else, open a door, and then I hear his footfalls come back toward me. I feel his presence near me again. I desperately want to know why he left so briefly, but I don’t dare lift my cheek from the rug. Then I feel it. The sting as the paddle hits my bottom is intoxicating. “Did I say you could stop playing with yourself, little one?” He asks rhetorically. My fingers which has idled whilst he was out of the room quickly go back to work. “I should just paddle you on principle,” he says using the edge of the implement to lightly trace the skin at the top of my rump. “But I think you just just need a reminder of who you belong to,” he marks the end of the sentence with a well-placed thwap to my bottom. “So,” he continues, “who do you belong to?” I feel the heat rise to the surface where the paddle has already reddened me. I start to open my mouth, I feel the familiar twinge as he lands another strong blow. “I want to hear it, kitten. Tell me: who do you belong to?” After two more, I finally catch my breath enough to answer him. “I belong to you,” I say through the tears filling my eyes. “Good girl,” he replies, “now get back on your knees in front of me and finish your duty.”

I lift myself and turn to find he had sat back on the couch, paddle still firmly in his grasp, waiting for me. I move back to position in front of him and it doesn’t take long before I’m back into a rhythm that makes him rock his hips against my face. I forget everything else in the world. The only thing that matters is his cock in my mouth. My hands run up his thighs and he smacks one with the paddle. “Did I ever say you could stop playing with yourself? ... what am I going to do with you, little one? Never listening.” He shakes his head at me as I place my freshly corrected hand back between my legs with a whimper. “Perhaps you need more of a reminder?” His voice raises just a little. Enough to tell me I am in real trouble and not just the amount I set as a status quo. I stop sucking and look up into his eyes, eyebrows raised and lips hovering above his tip expectantly. “Yes. I see you do... Go to the kitchen and in the middle drawer on the island is the pen I need. Get it and bring it to me.” I get up from my knees and make my way to the darker kitchen. I don’t dare turn on a light, but find the drawer he’s talking about and the permanent marker he intends for me. I grasp it in a hand and turn to go back to the living room when the light of the kitchen turns on. I look up from the pen and see him there. “We don’t have much more time before work. Remind me? What belongs to me?” He questions. Instinctively I reply, “I do.” “You do what?” He clarifies. “I belong to you,” I say knowing it to be truth. “Good. Now get on your knees and pull your tits out,” he commands. I pull off my shirt and slip my breasts from the bra cup obediently, placing the black marker in his outstretched palm. He starts to write on a breast and I watch until he says “eyes on mine!” Sharply. I look up into his eyes as they focus on my skin and scribing across it.

Normally not a stockings kinda guy...but those look amazing on you...and that sexy ass.

 

[Moochienanu]

I agree about stockings. I love the feel of them against my hand and nothing is better than the contrast between the texture of the stocking then sliding off onto naked skin knowing that only inches away is a beautiful wetness waiting to be teased.

I’ve always knew that you were a good girl

I’ve only recently (the last 6 months or so) really started to appreciate stockings for all the sexiness they exude. There is something about the feel of them clinging to my legs and the way they make me feel more... confident? Anyways, I have many more dresses now so I also have a few more pairs of stockings.

What a breathtaking sequence of erotica, darling. I'm terribly flustered all of a sudden.

I’ll try not to take too much advantage of your flustered state *wink*

Mmmmm. Fuck. So luscious. And as always, lovely words.

Glad you noticed I type a little something to go with the pictures. Hehe.

Normally not a stockings kinda guy...but those look amazing on you...and that sexy ass.

I didn’t used to get the appeal of stockings, but I can’t deny them now. I feel so much more confident and sexy in them than otherwise. I like secretly wearing them without panties under.

 

[30bandits]

Better?

this + your sexy boobs = erection for me....

 

[Willingtoshare]

The words, the pictures...oh fuck!! *growls and twitches...

 

[EmpressJosephine]

I love this look!

 

[deft]

I’ll try not to take too much advantage of your flustered state *wink*

Go for it! Spoiler alert: you won’t meet any resistance!

 

[Wallflower20]

I submitted my story (even though I kinda didn’t want to and would much rather share it here, but I was forced to submit it because the mod removed it from here) and it was rejected. I was rejected because they don’t like how I write dialogue.

“Please break up your dialogue. The convention is one speaker per paragraph, so whenever someone new says something, start a new a paragraph. The essay "How to Make Characters Talk" in our Writer's Resources section has more information on the paragraph formatting of dialogue if you have further questions.”

This was the only thing they found to reject me with. But you know what?! I don’t wanna. Maybe this is me being a bratty mcbrat-face... but seriously?! Because I don’t start a new paragraph every time someone new speaks you reject my writing? What if I wanted it that way? What if I want there to be a fluent conversation between two people in ONE paragraph. Nope. Not gonna resubmit. Whole thing seems broken to me.

So I’m going to break up my stories and post them with pics here. Solve all my future problems. Enjoy! *blows kisses*

Ah! I feel a kinship with you!

I'm looking forward to reading all of your stories.

 

[Moochienanu]

this + your sexy boobs = erection for me....

I have a love for the word “fuck” and it’s many uses and meanings.

The words, the pictures...oh fuck!! *growls and twitches...

Be careful with those growls, they have the ability to drive a girl wild.

I love this look!

Thank you. I wanted to put a visual to the described outfit in my musing...

Go for it! Spoiler alert: you won’t meet any resistance!

No resistance? Where’s the fun in that? *smirk*

 

[Willingtoshare]

Be careful with those growls, they have the ability to drive a girl wild.

*growls even more deeply...

 

[Moochienanu]

Ah! I feel a kinship with you!

I'm looking forward to reading all of your stories.

Have you had a similar situation occur? I like to do things my way (brat speaking, obviously), and when I’m forced into arbitrary rules, I tend to not do well. Anyways, happy to have found friends amongst the turmoil.

 

[Wallflower20]

Have you had a similar situation occur? I like to do things my way (brat speaking, obviously), and when I’m forced into arbitrary rules, I tend to not do well. Anyways, happy to have found friends amongst the turmoil.

Haha, haven't had a story declined, no, but I'm definitely one to take initiative and do things I see fit. -^ ^- (I've started posting some of my personal stories in my AmPic thread, is what initially struck a cord with me.) I'm not a bratty sub, but I'm a switch, so there's that.

You've got a very lovely body and personality! I'm thankful to make your acquaintance also. ^ ^ Hope we can become friends.

Whatcha reading currently?

 

[Moochienanu]

Haha, haven't had a story declined, no, but I'm definitely one to take initiative and do things I see fit. -^ ^- (I've started posting some of my personal stories in my AmPic thread, is what initially struck a cord with me.) I'm not a bratty sub, but I'm a switch, so there's that.

You've got a very lovely body and personality! I'm thankful to make your acquaintance also. ^ ^ Hope we can become friends.

Whatcha reading currently?

”Bratty sub” is funny to me because I (and probably any of my past Doms) would never describe me as such in the bedroom... outside? Probably sometimes... I can be rather hardheaded about things that I feel passionately about.

I’m currently reading a couple of books for fun:
Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan
Red Shirts by John Scalzi
American Gods by Neil Gaiman

How about you?

 

[Moochienanu]

Be careful with those growls, they have the ability to drive a girl wild.

*growls even more deeply...

*blushes and starts to quiver*

 

[Wallflower20]

”Bratty sub” is funny to me because I (and probably any of my past Doms) would never describe me as such in the bedroom... outside? Probably sometimes... I can be rather hardheaded about things that I feel passionately about.

I’m currently reading a couple of books for fun:
Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan
Red Shirts by John Scalzi
American Gods by Neil Gaiman

How about you?

Ah, interesting. I misunderstood, then. >.< I like to think I'm really open to direction, but I'll for sure stick to a decision I care about unless I'm given evidence to support another course.

Multitasker!
I've been trying to get into the first book of the Malazan series, Gardens of the Moon, but I've been kept quite busy and haven't gotten past the first three chapters. >.<
I had the series recommended to me, and I was warned that I probably wouldn't have a comfortable grasp on what's going on until book three, but I'm alright with jumping into a complicated situation, absorbing detail, and just going off of intuition when following a story. I hear that even in the eleventh book, detail ties back into every other book, so it becomes ever-progressively complete.