Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

[ohverbatum7]

overthinking

With an enticer such as you, I would be taken straight to paradise.

 

[Moochienanu]

overthinking

With an enticer such as you, I would be taken straight to paradise.

Then turn off your brain here (in my thread), and just enjoy. Don’t think about who anyone might or might not be. Just read it like a fantasy, even if just a wee one.

 

[Willingtoshare]

Sexy, cutie...in or out of any colour.

 

[HarperValley]

So this is where the beauties are!

 

[MrSilence]

Then turn off your brain here (in my thread), and just enjoy. Don’t think about who anyone might or might not be. Just read it like a fantasy, even if just a wee one.

This is why I will always follow your thread even if you never post another pic! Your words weave worlds.

 

[SherlockianMan]

You look amazing in purple!

 

[ohverbatum7]

Don’t think about who anyone might or might not be. Just read it like a fantasy, even if just a wee one.

You are so dominant, I will need to search for my submissive side, only if it's only a game.

 

[InRhythm]

Yesterday, I believe it was bill who said purple looked good on me... today’s question is, do I look good in purple?

Prepositions.
They make the difference in questions
And in other things...
And you know
I want every
Fucking
One.
Move over me.
Your body pressing close to mine.
Snuggle up next to me.
All of your weight on me.
You deep inside.
Then laying across your lap...

...Yeah...
I need
Every
Single
Preposition
From you.

I'm most curious about how good you felt in purple.

 

[Moochienanu]

Don’t think about who anyone might or might not be. Just read it like a fantasy, even if just a wee one.

You are so dominant, I will need to search for my submissive side, only if it's only a game.

I have a feeling this will make Him laugh.

 

[planetbeat_]

Hmmm...

You make eating cookies such a highly erotic experience

 

[planetbeat_]

Yesterday, I believe it was bill who said purple looked good on me... today’s question is, do I look good in purple?

Prepositions.
They make the difference in questions
And in other things...
And you know
I want every
Fucking
One.
Move over me.
Your body pressing close to mine.
Snuggle up next to me.
All of your weight on me.
You deep inside.
Then laying across your lap...

...Yeah...
I need
Every
Single
Preposition
From you.

Oh my, how I would love you across my lap.

 

[Moochienanu]

Each rugged line
Falling in a print,
Grease-stained
And roughed with wear.
The day of work
Pressing into each crease,
Palm spread across
After what feels like
At least
A lifetime of waiting.
Give me every press,
Every calloused finger
Outlined in crimson detail
Upon me,
Until that moment
You know so well
Falls upon us
And you find exactly
What pleasure
From exertion can
Really mean.

 

[planetbeat_]

Each rugged line
Falling in a print,
Grease-stained
And roughed with wear.
The day of work
Pressing into each crease,
Palm spread across
After what feels like
At least
A lifetime of waiting.
Give me every press,
Every calloused finger
Outlined in crimson detail
Upon me,
Until that moment
You know so well
Falls upon us
And you find exactly
What pleasure
From exertion can
Really mean.

Mmmm I would love to do some very bad things with that gorgeous wee bum. Always you express such wonderful feelings with your writing

 

[Moochienanu]

Mondays seem to meander much like my thoughts.
I hit them hard and then find their path more winding
as the end of my long night comes to a close.
I find myself fighting personal demons
Who tell me I’m not good enough,
That I do too many things wrong,
And other negative things as I reflect on where my feet fell,
But...
I also find myself looking at the trail in front of me,
And seeing a smoother way than I ever thought possible,
Filled with majestic views and unbelievable experiences.

I put a foot in front of the other
And sleep once more before my journey continues.

 

[hairball18]

Each rugged line
Falling in a print,
Grease-stained
And roughed with wear.
The day of work
Pressing into each crease,
Palm spread across
After what feels like
At least
A lifetime of waiting.
Give me every press,
Every calloused finger
Outlined in crimson detail
Upon me,
Until that moment
You know so well
Falls upon us
And you find exactly
What pleasure
From exertion can
Really mean.

Such lovely cheeks

 

[Moochienanu]

Brain Soup About Hands

This comes spilling out of me
As I sit here
Thinking, anticipating...
I filled the car with gasoline
On my way into work
And as I did, all I could think was:
This is what you must smell of
When you’re working with your hands
And they get so grimy.
I can think of nothing else
But how acrid they must taste
If you used one to cover my screams
Or put a finger in my mouth
As you pinned me down.
It’s an obsession I’ll willingly admit to:
These feelings I have about your hands.

In a photography class,
Years ago,
I did a study of hands,
And took so many pictures
Of different subjects
In different hand shapes,
Even in letters I love,
But I knew
None of my young, clean, college models,
Were what I really wanted.
I took one picture
Of an old woman at church:
Just her hands
Holding a bible,
It is still one of my best photos
Because of all the character felt there
In nothing but the lines of her veins
And the creases of her age.
I realize now,
That hands like that woman’s, yours,
Tell so much of someone’s story
Without words.

So, ‘round about,
This is my brain’s way of saying
I want to feel your hand
As it holds mine.
I want to feel each crease,
Line,
Pulse,
And know you
Like I’ve never known another.

 

[TANSTAAFL58]

Brain Soup About Hands

This comes spilling out of me
As I sit here
Thinking, anticipating...
I filled the car with gasoline
On my way into work
And as I did, all I could think was:
This is what you must smell of
When you’re working with your hands
And they get so grimy.
I can think of nothing else
But how acrid they must taste
If you used one to cover my screams
Or put a finger in my mouth
As you pinned me down.
It’s an obsession I’ll willingly admit to:
These feelings I have about your hands.

In a photography class,
Years ago,
I did a study of hands,
And took so many pictures
Of different subjects
In different hand shapes,
Even in letters I love,
But I knew
None of my young, clean, college models,
Were what I really wanted.
I took one picture
Of an old woman at church:
Just her hands
Holding a bible,
It is still one of my best photos
Because of all the character felt there
In nothing but the lines of her veins
And the creases of her age.
I realize now,
That hands like that woman’s, yours,
Tell so much of someone’s story
Without words.

So, ‘round about,
This is my brain’s way of saying
I want to feel your hand
As it holds mine.
I want to feel each crease,
Line,
Pulse,
And know you
Like I’ve never known another.

That was pretty deep for 5:30 AM on a workday.

Nice thoughts. (Hands are something that I notice about people)

 

[Todger65]

Hands are the one thing about a person that you cannot change, they tell your true age.
You can change your appearance facial, bodily, but your hands remain the same, they don’t lie.
They can indicate your life’s work by how rough or smooth, the little cuts and discolouration giving you away.

 

[Moochienanu]

That was pretty deep for 5:30 AM on a workday.

Nice thoughts. (Hands are something that I notice about people)

I know it was a lot. Sometimes I can be a handful.

Hands are the one thing about a person that you cannot change, they tell your true age.
You can change your appearance facial, bodily, but your hands remain the same, they don’t lie.
They can indicate your life’s work by how rough or smooth, the little cuts and discolouration giving you away.

What do my hands say about me, then?

 

[planetbeat_]

Brain Soup About Hands

This comes spilling out of me
As I sit here
Thinking, anticipating...
I filled the car with gasoline
On my way into work
And as I did, all I could think was:
This is what you must smell of
When you’re working with your hands
And they get so grimy.
I can think of nothing else
But how acrid they must taste
If you used one to cover my screams
Or put a finger in my mouth
As you pinned me down.
It’s an obsession I’ll willingly admit to:
These feelings I have about your hands.

In a photography class,
Years ago,
I did a study of hands,
And took so many pictures
Of different subjects
In different hand shapes,
Even in letters I love,
But I knew
None of my young, clean, college models,
Were what I really wanted.
I took one picture
Of an old woman at church:
Just her hands
Holding a bible,
It is still one of my best photos
Because of all the character felt there
In nothing but the lines of her veins
And the creases of her age.
I realize now,
That hands like that woman’s, yours,
Tell so much of someone’s story
Without words.

So, ‘round about,
This is my brain’s way of saying
I want to feel your hand
As it holds mine.
I want to feel each crease,
Line,
Pulse,
And know you
Like I’ve never known another.

Wonderful descriptions and loved the term "Brain Soup" that brought a smile. Hands do hold such stories. Your lovely hands make for the perfect study as evidenced by the beautifully composed image above

 

[Moochienanu]

Update and probably TMI: apparently I can cum from Him just holding my hand now. You learn new things every day.

Fuck, I am basking in some serious glow.

Good night lit world.

 

[thinkingofyou3000]

Update and probably TMI: apparently I can cum from Him just holding my hand now. You learn new things every day.

Fuck, I am basking in some serious glow.

Good night lit world.

What a great way to start the day as you head off to bed. Lovely pic and deep thoughts too

 

[Todger65]

Update and probably TMI: apparently I can cum from Him just holding my hand now. You learn new things every day.

Fuck, I am basking in some serious glow.

Good night lit world.

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2078510&stc=1&d=1566935320

Good to see He is back, and you are growing and developing all the time.

 

[AlliaPotestas]

Brain Soup About Hands

This comes spilling out of me
As I sit here
Thinking, anticipating...
I filled the car with gasoline
On my way into work
And as I did, all I could think was:
This is what you must smell of
When you’re working with your hands
And they get so grimy.
I can think of nothing else
But how acrid they must taste
If you used one to cover my screams
Or put a finger in my mouth
As you pinned me down.
It’s an obsession I’ll willingly admit to:
These feelings I have about your hands.

In a photography class,
Years ago,
I did a study of hands,
And took so many pictures
Of different subjects
In different hand shapes,
Even in letters I love,
But I knew
None of my young, clean, college models,
Were what I really wanted.
I took one picture
Of an old woman at church:
Just her hands
Holding a bible,
It is still one of my best photos
Because of all the character felt there
In nothing but the lines of her veins
And the creases of her age.
I realize now,
That hands like that woman’s, yours,
Tell so much of someone’s story
Without words.

So, ‘round about,
This is my brain’s way of saying
I want to feel your hand
As it holds mine.
I want to feel each crease,
Line,
Pulse,
And know you
Like I’ve never known another.

I am sat on my hotel bed reading that aloud... your words take on more power when read aloud, you really are a glorious creature,

 

[Moochienanu]

I am sat on my hotel bed reading that aloud... your words take on more power when read aloud, you really are a glorious creature,

Thank you so much for this huge compliment. You’ve got me thinking of perhaps recording one or two pieces now...