Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

You want to be told what to do, and remain in bed. Oh my!! The thoughts that go through my mind are definitely not clean :devil:
One really interesting thought that came to mind was for you to keep yourself on the edge of an orgasm, but can't achieve it until you're told to :devil::devil:

I am going to answer this completely out of order to my other replies because I can and I feel like it :p

Orgasm control is rather new to me. I don’t care to be told to be patient for something which is literally at my fingertips to produce multiple of whenever I feel like it. My husband once tried to tell me to wait and I apparently looked at him with the anger of a thousand swarming bees. Now, that being said, I have been in a situation where I was denied fairly recently, and it made things even better... so, *shrug* perhaps it depends on how I’m commanded? How the denial is approached? I’m unsure if this morning is for edging though... I think I’m just going to get naked and touch myself to climax and then go pour myself a good cuppa.
 
I am going to answer this completely out of order to my other replies because I can and I feel like it :p

Orgasm control is rather new to me. I don’t care to be told to be patient for something which is literally at my fingertips to produce multiple of whenever I feel like it. My husband once tried to tell me to wait and I apparently looked at him with the anger of a thousand swarming bees. Now, that being said, I have been in a situation where I was denied fairly recently, and it made things even better... so, *shrug* perhaps it depends on how I’m commanded? How the denial is approached? I’m unsure if this morning is for edging though... I think I’m just going to get naked and touch myself to climax and then go pour myself a good cuppa.

Yes, I can totally understand how it could all be a matter of the situation on whether or not it is an enjoyable experience. Sounds like if there is perhaps some good foreplay going on, then perhaps it works for you. Just being told not to orgasm, obviously doesn't lol... I hope you enjoyed your climax... and your cuppa.
((HUGGLES))
 
I should get up and adult soon.
I have work to do.
House work.
Laundry.
I need things from the shops.
But I just don’t want to leave the comfort of my bed right now.
I want to lay here and listen to the Thin White Duke and just drift away.
I have to get up and do adultings.
I just want it on the record that I don’t wanna.

Same. Fuck it. Don't wanna. :D
 
I am going to answer this completely out of order to my other replies because I can and I feel like it :p

Orgasm control is rather new to me. I don’t care to be told to be patient for something which is literally at my fingertips to produce multiple of whenever I feel like it. My husband once tried to tell me to wait and I apparently looked at him with the anger of a thousand swarming bees. Now, that being said, I have been in a situation where I was denied fairly recently, and it made things even better... so, *shrug* perhaps it depends on how I’m commanded? How the denial is approached? I’m unsure if this morning is for edging though... I think I’m just going to get naked and touch myself to climax and then go pour myself a good cuppa.

Mmmmm nice. Sometimes you wanna edge it out, and other times you just wanna fucking cum. ;)
 
Now that’s just damn cruel....😉💋

Cruel? As Nick Lowe says, “You gotta be cruel to be kind.” *wink* :cattail:

Tasting your lips with mine
Massaging them
Running my tongue over them
Over your teeth
Inside your lip
Tongue searching
Looking for yours
Finding it
Twirling
Probing

Kissing.
Sighing.

There is something about that perfect kiss. That kiss that changes everything...


Thank you.

Such tempting lips...:kiss:

They have their moments... and someone I like very much once told me they enjoyed the memory of how I bit my lip like that, so it seemed a natural edition to add to my allure.

Very thought provoking and desirable. I know I would definitely enjoy being able to share a kiss... or two or three or more ... with you. ;)
:rose::kiss:

I have had kisses that will last in my mind for a lifetime. And I hope to experience many more of the like.
 
I am going to answer this completely out of order to my other replies because I can and I feel like it :p

Orgasm control is rather new to me. I don’t care to be told to be patient for something which is literally at my fingertips to produce multiple of whenever I feel like it. My husband once tried to tell me to wait and I apparently looked at him with the anger of a thousand swarming bees. Now, that being said, I have been in a situation where I was denied fairly recently, and it made things even better... so, *shrug* perhaps it depends on how I’m commanded? How the denial is approached? I’m unsure if this morning is for edging though... I think I’m just going to get naked and touch myself to climax and then go pour myself a good cuppa.

I think seriously it would depend on how you are led up to the decision to withhold and orgasm. Verbal commands don’t always work even with the threat of punishment if you give in. My method is simple. I bind one hand to your thigh in such a position that your thumb can reach your outer lips but are kept away from you clit. The other hand bound on your stomach with finger binding to spread and hold all except your middle finger against your skin. Your middle finger would be bound in such a way That I could pull on it and lift it away from your clit.

Your instruction would be to play with your clit to the point of orgasm, but not attain it. If you got close but didn’t stop, a simple pull on the binding lifts your finger away. The binding will be looped around the chain between the clover clamps on your nipples. When your finger is pulled away, it will be tied tight to the chain so any attempt to lower your finger pulls hard on the clamps which don’t pull off easily. This will continue until I allow you to orgasm
 
I should get up and adult soon.
I have work to do.
House work.
Laundry.
I need things from the shops.
But I just don’t want to leave the comfort of my bed right now.
I want to lay here and listen to the Thin White Duke and just drift away.
I have to get up and do adultings.
I just want it on the record that I don’t wanna.

A t-shirt and panties might be the best morning combo since coffee and my mouth.
 
KNow thyself

I like to talk about her like she wasn’t me.
Like it wasn’t me there spread-eagle on the bed exposed.
Like it wasn’t me with a bag over my head crying on the inside and taking the humiliation like I was supposed to.
Like it wasn’t me with those painted lips always smirking.
That girl isn’t me anymore, so it makes sense
In my mind
To refer to her as a different being.

I enjoyed it while it lasted.
I really did.
When it didn’t feel like work.
When it didn’t feel so forced and contrived.
When we were having fun.
When my ass still looked amazing, even with your names written on it.

I don’t need her anymore.
She may be how we met,
There may still be quite a bit of her in me:
The masochist.
The rope-bunny.
The undeniable tease.

But those parts of her I don’t need?
The parts that I never want here again?

She’s gone.
Don’t look for her anymore.
Let’s let her rest.
 
I meant to say your personality which shows in your writing style is refreshing. I don’t think there are many people on here as seemingly open and sweet as you. This place is a tricky one and can be overwhelming at times for me. I have a difficult time keeping up with everything and life, so when something has to give, it is usually my time on lit.

Sounds like a very interesting, fun book. I will have to look into it when I have more free moments.


*grin* Thanks for the reminder. Sometimes I get caught up in my things. :cattail:

Mm, I see. ^ ^ Thanks for clarifying. That's a very sweet assessment. I quite like how real you seem, and I appreciate you connecting with me so much. :heart: :kiss:
How do you get overwhelmed? I don't mean to have you say anything that may be taken as an offense, but I'm curious to know if I should be cautious in any particular arena.
Really, that's how it should be; your physical life should always come first, and this should be a thing you're allowed to not feel obligated toward. I hope you're able to keep that perspective...

I'll definitely give you my appraisal when I get into the book more. I can tell you already that the writer does kinda have a knack for starting scenes by painting broad, abstract strokes, mostly just mentioning prominent features of landscape and important pieces of setting to instigate a tone, then backtracking to fill in the spaces and give context. It's quite dramatic, and just slightly peevy, but it's supposedly something particular to his early work, and gets better in time.

Oh, certainly! I appreciate reminders, particularly when I am enjoying something and it gets glossed over, and I just lose track of it. >.< Not to put the words in your mouth that you expressly enjoy small talk with me, just sayin'. XD
 
I like to talk about her like she wasn’t me.
Like it wasn’t me there spread-eagle on the bed exposed.
Like it wasn’t me with a bag over my head crying on the inside and taking the humiliation like I was supposed to.
Like it wasn’t me with those painted lips always smirking.
That girl isn’t me anymore, so it makes sense
In my mind
To refer to her as a different being.

I enjoyed it while it lasted.
I really did.
When it didn’t feel like work.
When it didn’t feel so forced and contrived.
When we were having fun.
When my ass still looked amazing, even with your names written on it.

I don’t need her anymore.
She may be how we met,
There may still be quite a bit of her in me:
The masochist.
The rope-bunny.
The undeniable tease.

But those parts of her I don’t need?
The parts that I never want here again?

She’s gone.
Don’t look for her anymore.
Let’s let her rest.

Mmm... =^ ^= Good personal growth. :rose: That's a nice feeling. Good for you. :heart:
 
I like to talk about her like she wasn’t me.
Like it wasn’t me there spread-eagle on the bed exposed.
Like it wasn’t me with a bag over my head crying on the inside and taking the humiliation like I was supposed to.
Like it wasn’t me with those painted lips always smirking.
That girl isn’t me anymore, so it makes sense
In my mind
To refer to her as a different being.

I enjoyed it while it lasted.
I really did.
When it didn’t feel like work.
When it didn’t feel so forced and contrived.
When we were having fun.
When my ass still looked amazing, even with your names written on it.

I don’t need her anymore.
She may be how we met,
There may still be quite a bit of her in me:
The masochist.
The rope-bunny.
The undeniable tease.

But those parts of her I don’t need?
The parts that I never want here again?

She’s gone.
Don’t look for her anymore.
Let’s let her rest.

Whenever you talk about,
Be it in the present or in the past,
Whether you’re painting a rainy day,
Or a sunny one fine day,

It’s always an experience reading through,
It always is.
You always make it look like short work,
Nothing forced or contrived,
I always have fun,
With anything that has your name on it.

I will always look for more from you,
I don’t know how we met,
There is still so much to learn about you:
Your thoughts,
Your words,
Your smile.

Those parts we will always need,
Those parts we wish to see again and again.

I hope she is never gone,
So that I don’t have to look for her,
With that for now I will rest.

P.S. grats on 1k posts :rose:
 
A long reply list... sorry everybody, just trying to catch up

Yes, I can totally understand how it could all be a matter of the situation on whether or not it is an enjoyable experience. Sounds like if there is perhaps some good foreplay going on, then perhaps it works for you. Just being told not to orgasm, obviously doesn't lol... I hope you enjoyed your climax... and your cuppa.
((HUGGLES))

I have written something about orgasm denial, and I will look it over before I share it again (it’s been a bit since I wrote it). Foreplay should always be involved in a good sex session, in my humble opinion. Being teased and touched and kissed and caressed before being thoroughly fucked is what sex is all about. The ways in which you go about the teasing, touching, kissing, and caressing... that is where the magic lies.

I had a very nice time in bed this morning and a very nice cuppa once I got my keister moving.


Mmmmm nice. Sometimes you wanna edge it out, and other times you just wanna fucking cum. ;)

I don’t edge very often... I don’t find a use for it. I am an instant gratification type girl, I guess. I get frustrated when I have something stopping me from cumming. Perhaps I’m boring like that?

anger of a thousand swarming bees.

Remind me never to deny you anything.

Consider this a reminder? *wink*. (And glad you caught that phrase, I like it very much.)

Patrick Swayze

It pays to aim high

He is my dream dance partner. Him or a young Travolta... A man who can lead on the dance floor is one of my biggest turn-ons.

I think seriously it would depend on how you are led up to the decision to withhold and orgasm. Verbal commands don’t always work even with the threat of punishment if you give in. My method is simple. I bind one hand to your thigh in such a position that your thumb can reach your outer lips but are kept away from you clit. The other hand bound on your stomach with finger binding to spread and hold all except your middle finger against your skin. Your middle finger would be bound in such a way That I could pull on it and lift it away from your clit.

Your instruction would be to play with your clit to the point of orgasm, but not attain it. If you got close but didn’t stop, a simple pull on the binding lifts your finger away. The binding will be looped around the chain between the clover clamps on your nipples. When your finger is pulled away, it will be tied tight to the chain so any attempt to lower your finger pulls hard on the clamps which don’t pull off easily. This will continue until I allow you to orgasm

My last ropes course was on micro bondage. It appeals to this side of me that wants to be controlled down to the fingertip like a puppet. It’s hard to describe the feel of being free but not. It sounds like you have an understanding of what I mean.

A t-shirt and panties might be the best morning combo since coffee and my mouth.

A t-shirt and panties is my basic house outfit (sometimes I don’t want to clothes at all, and sometimes I put on pj pants). I feel most comfortable in these items.

You bloody better :p :caning::caning:

Or? I feel like there’s an ultimatum here in this...

i have to agree that is exactly what this morning consisted of.. though i woke up naked :p

You sleep naked, silly! Of course you wake naked. Plus, it’s much warmer there than it is here right now. I need a heated blanket just to feel comfortable these days.
 
Mm, I see. ^ ^ Thanks for clarifying. That's a very sweet assessment. I quite like how real you seem, and I appreciate you connecting with me so much. :heart: :kiss:
How do you get overwhelmed? I don't mean to have you say anything that may be taken as an offense, but I'm curious to know if I should be cautious in any particular arena.
Really, that's how it should be; your physical life should always come first, and this should be a thing you're allowed to not feel obligated toward. I hope you're able to keep that perspective...

I'll definitely give you my appraisal when I get into the book more. I can tell you already that the writer does kinda have a knack for starting scenes by painting broad, abstract strokes, mostly just mentioning prominent features of landscape and important pieces of setting to instigate a tone, then backtracking to fill in the spaces and give context. It's quite dramatic, and just slightly peevy, but it's supposedly something particular to his early work, and gets better in time.

Oh, certainly! I appreciate reminders, particularly when I am enjoying something and it gets glossed over, and I just lose track of it. >.< Not to put the words in your mouth that you expressly enjoy small talk with me, just sayin'. XD

It is a bit serendipitous that we live in relative proximity, so I’m excited to see what the future may hold for us. I keep peeking in on your thread, but feel a bit silly for being there... perhaps I’ll muster some courage and post something there.

I can’t wait to hear more about your verdict and appraisal on the series. So far it sounds like something I would be quite interested in.

I am going to give away a secret: I’m not a natural redhead (like you are), but rather a blonde. I look better red (many agree with me on this) so I stay this way, but I often blame my forgetful nature and silliness on my natural hair colour.
 
Mmm... =^ ^= Good personal growth. :rose: That's a nice feeling. Good for you. :heart:

Thanks. I’ve learned a lot about myself this past year and I’m hoping to finally leave the me of 10 years ago behind. Hehe, behind. *wiggles butt*

Whenever you talk about,
Be it in the present or in the past,
Whether you’re painting a rainy day,
Or a sunny one fine day,

It’s always an experience reading through,
It always is.
You always make it look like short work,
Nothing forced or contrived,
I always have fun,
With anything that has your name on it.

I will always look for more from you,
I don’t know how we met,
There is still so much to learn about you:
Your thoughts,
Your words,
Your smile.

Those parts we will always need,
Those parts we wish to see again and again.

I hope she is never gone,
So that I don’t have to look for her,
With that for now I will rest.

P.S. grats on 1k posts :rose:

You really have a way of complimenting that leaves me both awestruck and blushing.
Thank you.
She may never be completely gone, as I mention, but I don’t think I need her as much anymore. I don’t lean on her the way I did. She isn’t a crutch or an idol from here on.

P.S. Thanks. I hit 1000 shortly into September of last year. Right before my birthday. I am wondering about what the next number is that expands my inbox for PMs, because I am so bad at clearing it. I’m too sentimental.
 
t-shirt and panties

Must be fun for the unexpected visitor,or is there a last minute scramble to wear something respectable.
 
You really have a way of complimenting that leaves me both awestruck and blushing.
Thank you.
She may never be completely gone, as I mention, but I don’t think I need her as much anymore. I don’t lean on her the way I did. She isn’t a crutch or an idol from here on.

P.S. Thanks. I hit 1000 shortly into September of last year. Right before my birthday. I am wondering about what the next number is that expands my inbox for PMs, because I am so bad at clearing it. I’m too sentimental.

I’m glad tha t I can make you blush :rose:

Also i’m glad that it was a stepping stone :)

I was referring to the 1k posts on your thread and I was the lucky one :p As for expanding the box I think that happens maybe at 5k posts.
 
t-shirt and panties

Must be fun for the unexpected visitor,or is there a last minute scramble to wear something respectable.

I usually have my husband answer the door, but when necessary, I will run and grab pj pants. I have many a time been in braless hugs with relative strangers (I’m a hugger! So sue me!) and paid for pizza pantsless. It’s a fact of life.
 
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