Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

Moochie, that last bolder statement is on me, not you. I sometimes lack the confidence to just say what's on my mind. It's another reason why I like your thread, you put it all out there. I just let my own fears get to me sometimes, and I never wanted to be pushed out of this thread because of my enjoyment. So no, nothing you did brought this one.
:rose:

Okay... well, please don’t be scared to post anything you like here. Questions? Comments? Concerns? Thoughts? Feelings? Lay ‘em on me.
 
I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel
I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel

There is nothing quite so satisfying as the feel of letting go. It is hard to explain except that there isn’t a care in the world that runs through my mind when I’m able to surrender. I have an overactive mind. I am constantly thinking, re-evaluating things I said or did (even from years ago that have no real bearing on any aspect of my life anymore). To turn off my brain, or turn it onto something else, something where I can lose myself, that takes a little time. It takes finesse. It takes the right words, the right visual stimulation, the right touch.

Words: electric words. Tell me how I look. How I feel to you. What you see in my eyes. I’ll tell you my hopes, my wishes, my dreams, my cravings, my needs in return for yours. I’ll tell you anything you ask. I want to feel your words wash over me as I hear them, read them. I want to know you think of me. I think of you. Tell me where, when, how, most importantly why. The reason is the most important. Don’t forget to tell me why or I will wonder and my mind won’t be on what you say anymore. Even if it is as simple as “because I need to feel how your ass gives under my hand as I spank you,” the why will keep me enthralled.

Visuals: the yummy things. The things that make me sigh contentedly and “Mmmm” about. The things that erase any other visual from my mind. Seeing your face, eyes, staring into mine and really seeing me. Your chest, perfect for me rest my head upon, to quiet and relax my mind more. Your hands, which make me gasp to just think about them lifting and moving me about with ease, using me in the most essential way, pulling my hair, holding me down, leaving bruises in their shape on my skin. You removing your belt, hints, teases, they get me steaming, sopping.

Then it is time for the letting go, for the touching, the feeling, the tasting. The time to see how far I can get lost in your hands as they work over me, using your tools of the trade. How lost I can become in your words as you say what you’re going to do and then do it. As you tell me what to do and I happily oblige. How lost can I become looking into your eyes as I cum for you? I can forget everything else. All of it, for you.

Lucky fingers and lovely words. :devil::kiss:
 
Lucky fingers and lovely words. :devil::kiss:

Wish they were someone else’s fingers (usually in my mind they are), but I will accept “lucky” as an adjective to describe them... the words I’m unsure about, but thank you for thinking that. :rose:
 
I wrote another story-type thing. It’s a bit less... substantial... in content, but it is still a peek into me.

Also, I feel my “poetry” is getting a little better... but maybe it just seems that way to me because I’m using it as a bit of a personal scream into the void?

Less or more it is always substantial, since it's a peek into you :)

Also poetry is always better when personal, in my opinion. I'm always thinking what will be the subject of your next :)
 
Up On The Roof
James Taylor
When this old world starts a getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below don't bother me, no, no
So when I come home feeling tired and beat
I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet
I'll get far away from the hustling crowd
And all that rat-race noise down in the street
On the roof, that's the only place I know
Look at the city, baby
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let's go up on the roof
And at night the stars they put on a show for free
And, darling, you can share it all with me

The next best thing to floating
 
Her

It happened this morning.
It was the first time since
That we worked together.
I don’t think she knows.
He would never have told her.
He has more respect for her than any other woman...
Perhaps any other human.
Why?
She’s an alpha, sure.
She’s pretty, yes.
But she is a total bitch.
Maybe she was gorgeous pregnant?
Maybe that’s why?
Maybe she was super nice?
Because that’s when they met:
When her belly was in the way,
Her skin and hair glowing, shiny.
He fell for her on the spot, I think.
Too bad she is married
Otherwise I think they
Would have made a great couple.
And I would never have met him.
And would never have done the things
I did
Or think of them
When I work with her.
 
Less or more it is always substantial, since it's a peek into you :)

Also poetry is always better when personal, in my opinion. I'm always thinking what will be the subject of your next :)

You’re so kind. Thank you for considering me worthy of your time. :heart:

]it is, I agree. It means more and has more depth when it is personal.
 
Up On The Roof
James Taylor
When this old world starts a getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below don't bother me, no, no
So when I come home feeling tired and beat
I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet
I'll get far away from the hustling crowd
And all that rat-race noise down in the street
On the roof, that's the only place I know
Look at the city, baby
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let's go up on the roof
And at night the stars they put on a show for free
And, darling, you can share it all with me

The next best thing to floating

I love this song... just so you know. *wink*

Did I miss you singing? :(

Nope. You never miss a thing here... well, there was that one thing, but I promised not to speak of it again... *shrug and smile*
 
You should definitely tell me all the things. And all the details about her and him and you.

Hmmmm... I’m unsure how to approach this without a solid question and while drunk in the tub (which took me three attempts to spell correctly)
 
Hmmmm... I’m unsure how to approach this without a solid question and while drunk in the tub (which took me three attempts to spell correctly)

A bath and a glass of scotch are a fine way to spend the day after a shit night.

Did you take him from her, even though she was already taken...quite literally, in fact?
 
A bath and a glass of scotch are a fine way to spend the day after a shit night.

Did you take him from her, even though she was already taken...quite literally, in fact?

He loves her. She is clueless. I work with her (only sometimes, thankfully). He was my side guy for a bit.

They were both technically married when they met.
She was pregnant.
His wife at the time was.
They met in a birthing class.
She is the only connection to him left in my life.
I hate her.
But can’t show her.
Or tell her.
 
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