Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

You’re welcome for the boob pic. I thought it would be a welcomed but of physical humor. I like to give people the benefit too, but sometimes, when I get defensive, passive aggressive, snarky replies the one time when I do try to point out something I don’t care for, I get a bit warn down and am less likely to speak up next time.



So glad you think my pics are worth the pause and perusal for piercings and pert nipples. (Some people are so much better at alliteration). :cattail:



I had to chuckle a bit at this because I had forgotten I attached a pic of my bra I was wearing and thought you were merely speaking of these words, which are by no means either of those descriptors you use. Thank you.



A lot of the time my “thanking” gets a little monotonous when it seems similar compliments over and over. I had a discussion about how to properly acknowledge compliments with someone recently, and they said that even if all you say is “thank you” that’s fine.... but I’m more than a “thank you” kinda girl... there must be some middle ground where complimentors write something unique enough that the recipient can reply with more than “thank you.” At least that’s something I always hope for.



Sometimes bring me means wearing a onesie now. I finally got one and it’s super comfy. I’ve been trying to figure out how to explain it, but maybe there isn’t an explanation necessary? It is who I am: silly and fun and little. :D

You are adorably sexy. Funny too, about the last pic because I was talking to a coworker about those onesies we wore as little kids and how comfy they were.:D
 
Exactly, turned out pretty great!

My wife is currently lactating and it’s great ;-). Spot on observation by your husband!

You has me thinking today about those first months of being a mom and how terribly wonderful they were... might write something. Might not. I guess we’ll see.

Just stole a look at your boobs, but your secret is safe with me, is it painful when your remove the studs?

Just a quick glance wont hurt you! *wink*. As far as the jewelry, I usually only remove it when I want to put in new, and it doesn’t hurt. I have lost bits before and had to go a night without a stud in once (I wasn’t home and couldn’t find it in the bedding), and it hurt a little bit finding the right hole through (I’ve been pierced before, this is my second time).

scissor lift???

Does she store the phone in a place designed for other purposes?

Is a back pocket designed to hold multiple items? Absolutely. Are female back pockets always smaller than male’s because the silly fashion people think we carry around more petite versions of their items? Yep.
 
You are adorably sexy. Funny too, about the last pic because I was talking to a coworker about those onesies we wore as little kids and how comfy they were.:D

They are SO comfy!!! And they make them in a ton of colours.... AND *whispers* The thought of someone else undoing the snaps is kinda sexy! *blushes*
 
Its been a while since i got here but wow Saturday was brilliant

Glad I get your approval even though I’m not lesbian squirt porn this morning (evening for you) *wink*

Mmmmm indeed. Like unwrapping the sexiest of presents...:D:devil:

*huge secretive grin*

You has me thinking today about those first months of being a mom and how terribly wonderful they were... might write something. Might not. I guess we’ll see.

Inspiration finds many forms


That it does. I may be writing about my feelings regarding kik before I talk about being a mum.
 
It sounds like you have a good system that works for you. Do you mainly use it for big purchases? Or any purchase? Seems like a lot of work, but it probably pays to do the research upfront.

In depth for expensive purchases, but for others, decide on a couple of similar products, check the reviews. If ok, then just a quick search for best price. If reviews are bad, then in to next choice.
 
A promise.
Spoken
Between kisses.
Between touches.
Against flesh.
Consuming the world
In an unexplained
Ecstasy
To be repeated
As it is in the very core
Of the promise.

“Again.”
 
A promise.
Spoken
Between kisses.
Between touches.
Against flesh.
Consuming the world
In an unexplained
Ecstasy
To be repeated
As it is in the very core
Of the promise.

“Again.”

Sorry for being missing the past few days, trying to fit back into my routine after a long vacation can be tiring some times :p I see that you had some long conversations and lovely images to share! I hope your foot is back to normal :)

Your words,
Simply constructed,
Between the lines,
Between those emotions,
Against odds maybe,
They do consume my mind,
I do love your explanation,
Ecstatic I am to read your words,
Repeat them to myself I do,
As they do hit the chord,
I could do it all over again.

:rose:
 
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Kikin’ My Arse.

So, I officially abhor all the things that having the kik app on my phone represents. I basically feel like if someone asks to converse on kik now, I must be a dirty secret they want no one to know about... I mean, yes, I am a dirty little secret, but I don’t want to feel like one... does that make sense? Kik makes me feel the bad kind of naughty...like I need a shower after someone asks me something raunchy on there.

I now know how to use kik pretty well (I can even put filters on a video chat now! Impressive, I know) and prefer it over other messenger apps if you don’t have an iPhone (which, by the way, if you don’t, why not?! Get with the program, swallow your pride and be like the rest of us... one of us... one of us... gooba gobble, gooba gobble... one... of... us...) like I do, but really? You want to kik? With a classy little fucker like me? really?

To me, kik means you’re hiding me. Either from your friends, your wife, your husband, your girlfriend, your boyfriend, someone. You want to easily remove any trace of me on your phone by simply erasing the app. You want to be able to hide me when you need to by turning off notifications to the app, placing it in a hard to find spot behind a folder in your phone marked ambiguously so as not to draw attention to me... And when I start thinking about that (because you know I will, I’m constantly overthinking everything) I start to feel...wrong... about the whole thing.

So before we even start chatting there, I’ll ask you about “why?” Why kik? If you give me a BS reason such as:
- “I like the way chat works here”
- “It works better for me for sending you pics”
- “I can’t get the regular chat things to work on my phone”
- Etc.
I will know it is a BS reason, and although I know it is crap, because anyone can smell it on those answers, I may still choose to chat with you... but, at first mention of “oh, I have a spouse who says it’s fine if I chat with other people” or the like, I will know you’re lying, and won’t want to play that game anymore. So let’s not start a whole chat conversation playing that game, okay? I hate that game. Actually, I hate all games of that nature. I don’t understand the rules and they make me mad. I’m not a pretty girl when I’m mad. You don’t want to see me mad.

I would love it if people were just honest and upfront with me about things. Otherwise, I end up having zero respect for you... which, I mean, did you have much more for me when you tucked the kik app away in that far off, “other media stuff” folder of your phone? That’s what I thought.

The thing is, if you’re upfront with me: “Moochie, I am hiding you from my wife because she doesn’t sex me anymore and you have great breasts” then okay, yes, I am on board, have some boobs if we hit it off and get to know each other well and you’re not creepy and actually a decent human and I still reserve the right to say “no” at any time and for no reason because you should be grateful for anything I am willing to share past this place and a lot of other ‘ands’ here too. We can message away if and when I want to (just know if it’s on kik, I am well aware of the fact that I’m your dirty little secret).

***note on the pic: since it is self-tie Tuesday, here’s the marks left from a futo I tied on myself.

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture
 
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Moochie your just straight up bad ass! Your honesty and bieng up front is amazing and your ass is as amazing as your boobs in this clowns opinion....
 
Beautiful rope marks, the feel under my fingers of the indentations as I caress your skin. Exciting.

I have Kik on my iPad. I’ve never used it to initiate a message session, just to answer incoming, and some of those have been interesting. I don’t like that the keyboard takes up half the screen and I’ve never looked behind the surface, but it is usable.
 
hahahahahha ffs you lick one cun*

*giggles* well, I do know a little bit about licking... :p

Beautiful rope marks, the feel under my fingers of the indentations as I caress your skin. Exciting.

I have Kik on my iPad. I’ve never used it to initiate a message session, just to answer incoming, and some of those have been interesting. I don’t like that the keyboard takes up half the screen and I’ve never looked behind the surface, but it is usable.

I’m glad that you appreciate the marks, they are one of my favorite things about binding... a lasting reminder... and they show up really well against my glow-in-the-dark skin.

My issue isn’t with kik as an application itself really, but more about what it has come to represent to me. Does that make sense?
 
A promise.
Spoken
Between kisses.
Between touches.
Against flesh.
Consuming the world
In an unexplained
Ecstasy
To be repeated
As it is in the very core
Of the promise.

“Again.”

repeat and re-do... against flesh... lovely words and a great mental image
 
I keep finding myself transported back to that moment when we weren’t together but we were closer than ever... yesterday when you forgot where I was because I was with you for all that it mattered... I keep thinking about that feeling... about stretching and wanting to be back there... in that place with you... as soon as possible... warm and snuggled... my head on your chest... your arm around me... all day... all night... find me there again.
 
So, I officially abhor all the things that having the kik app on my phone represents. I basically feel like if someone asks to converse on kik now, I must be a dirty secret they want no one to know about... I mean, yes, I am a dirty little secret, but I don’t want to feel like one... does that make sense? Kik makes me feel the bad kind of naughty...like I need a shower after someone asks me something raunchy on there.

I now know how to use kik pretty well (I can even put filters on a video chat now! Impressive, I know) and prefer it over other messenger apps if you don’t have an iPhone (which, by the way, if you don’t, why not?! Get with the program, swallow your pride and be like the rest of us... one of us... one of us... gooba gobble, gooba gobble... one... of... us...) like I do, but really? You want to kik? With a classy little fucker like me? really?

To me, kik means you’re hiding me. Either from your friends, your wife, your husband, your girlfriend, your boyfriend, someone. You want to easily remove any trace of me on your phone by simply erasing the app. You want to be able to hide me when you need to by turning off notifications to the app, placing it in a hard to find spot behind a folder in your phone marked ambiguously so as not to draw attention to me... And when I start thinking about that (because you know I will, I’m constantly overthinking everything) I start to feel...wrong... about the whole thing.

So before we even start chatting there, I’ll ask you about “why?” Why kik? If you give me a BS reason such as:
- “I like the way chat works here”
- “It works better for me for sending you pics”
- “I can’t get the regular chat things to work on my phone”
- Etc.
I will know it is a BS reason, and although I know it is crap, because anyone can smell it on those answers, I may still choose to chat with you... but, at first mention of “oh, I have a spouse who says it’s fine if I chat with other people” or the like, I will know you’re lying, and won’t want to play that game anymore. So let’s not start a whole chat conversation playing that game, okay? I hate that game. Actually, I hate all games of that nature. I don’t understand the rules and they make me mad. I’m not a pretty girl when I’m mad. You don’t want to see me mad.

I would love it if people were just honest and upfront with me about things. Otherwise, I end up having zero respect for you... which, I mean, did you have much more for me when you tucked the kik app away in that far off, “other media stuff” folder of your phone? That’s what I thought.

The thing is, if you’re upfront with me: “Moochie, I am hiding you from my wife because she doesn’t sex me anymore and you have great breasts” then okay, yes, I am on board, have some boobs if we hit it off and get to know each other well and you’re not creepy and actually a decent human and I still reserve the right to say “no” at any time and for no reason because you should be grateful for anything I am willing to share past this place and a lot of other ‘ands’ here too. We can message away if and when I want to (just know if it’s on kik, I am well aware of the fact that I’m your dirty little secret).

***note on the pic: since it is self-tie Tuesday, here’s the marks left from a futo I tied on myself.

Moochie, that is exactly why and how I use kik. Glad I'm not the only.
 
Yes.Again.

*nods*

Sorry for being missing the past few days, trying to fit back into my routine after a long vacation can be tiring some times :p I see that you had some long conversations and lovely images to share! I hope your foot is back to normal :)

Your words,
Simply constructed,
Between the lines,
Between those emotions,
Against odds maybe,
They do consume my mind,
I do love your explanation,
Ecstatic I am to read your words,
Repeat them to myself I do,
As they do hit the chord,
I could do it all over again.

:rose:

I am glad you had a bit of a vacation (although I did miss your comments and am glad to see you back). I am really astounded that you feel so strongly about my words. Thank you.

repeat and re-do... against flesh... lovely words and a great mental image

I really like this piece too. Thank you for the compliment. :rose:
 
Moochie, that is exactly why and how I use kik. Glad I'm not the only.

You squirrel it away? Hide it and don’t let anyone see? (Also, HI!!! Haven’t seen you around these parts in forever. So glad you’re back!)
 
I’m glad that you appreciate the marks, they are one of my favorite things about binding... a lasting reminder... and they show up really well against my glow-in-the-dark skin.

My issue isn’t with kik as an application itself really, but more about what it has come to represent to me. Does that make sense?

I know what you mean about what the social messaging apps represent, and people hidingbit from partners, I had one lady tell me after a while ‘chatting’ that she had to delete the app after each session in case hubby checked her phone.
 
I used to use kik to be secretive. I got the same “dirty” feeling, which is why I had to kik the habit.

(Posted in private browsing mode ;) )
 
I love your thread. As a submissive girl it's difficult to find something real from our perspective.
 
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