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

And even though Seraphim had wings
For years before ever meeting Gabriel,
Kissing him
Was the first time she ever felt like she could fly.

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Stunningly beautiful & erotic!
 
I awoke this morning and beheld a heavenly vision...

I see what you did there... 😏. (Thank you)

You're really going old testament lately; and I feel a little foolish for not seeing that until your last passage. Well done, once again!

That was a complete fluke, actually. The reading was because of something I was discussing that day, and this story was simply a byproduct of thinking how it must hurt for an angel to sit or lay down because of the wings... and this story happened! :cattail:

Stunningly beautiful & erotic!

Thank you.
 
Pulling the rope
Tight enough
Breathing becomes focused
The smallest movements
A new battle
Fingers weaving
Intertwining with yours
As your kiss moves down
The top of my breast
Where your teeth penetrate
Skin turning
The best reward
For time spent
Breathing in and out
Over the sound
Of tightening rope
And the thoughts a corset
Cinched and done
Worn for mere hours
Felt for days
Loved forever.

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Pulling the rope
Tight enough
Breathing becomes focused
The smallest movements
A new battle
Fingers weaving
Intertwining with yours
As your kiss moves down
The top of my breast
Where your teeth penetrate
Skin turning
The best reward
For time spent
Breathing in and out
Over the sound
Of tightening rope
And the thoughts a corset
Cinched and done
Worn for mere hours
Felt for days
Loved forever.

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JUST LOVELY WOW!!

Thank you for sharing.

Hugs:kiss::rose:

olg borg fred
 
Pulling the rope
Tight enough
Breathing becomes focused
The smallest movements
A new battle
Fingers weaving
Intertwining with yours
As your kiss moves down
The top of my breast
Where your teeth penetrate
Skin turning
The best reward
For time spent
Breathing in and out
Over the sound
Of tightening rope
And the thoughts a corset
Cinched and done
Worn for mere hours
Felt for days
Loved forever.

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Beautiful rope work brought to life by your evocative words.
 
Just catching up, now I’m back, with your wonderful words and always appropriate pics. You’ve always been an angel in my eyes, an angel of mercy, isn’t that what nurses are called.

I like the beautifully crafted multicoloured waspie, must have taken plenty of patience to get the colours and pattern correct.
 
Better in smudged pen

They reach up
Slight wrists
Needing to be held
At their smallest points
Ligatures
It drips and the edges
become blurred
As the world spins
In a way that feels
It always has
Hanging from strings
A marionette globe
With no sense of time
Falling forever with a snip

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They reach up
Slight wrists
Needing to be held
At their smallest points
Ligatures
It drips and the edges
become blurred
As the world spins
In a way that feels
It always has
Hanging from strings
A marionette globe
With no sense of time
Falling forever with a snip

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I never tire of absorbing the words accompanying your beautiful images. You're a lovely and very talented young lady.
 
That mindspace pulls me
Like dreams mixing with clouds of reality
That can be walked upon
Until a hole erupts
And the bottom falls out
Where my stomach used to be

Where nothing and everything
Makes sense in a way that Rubik’s cubes
Can be solved:
Turning around an unseen axis
As time is counted in milliseconds
Both hands to the table as it bounces

Where the siren of my deeper thoughts
Shows me a lake of euphoria
To melt into,
Tempting me into the high
Of being held under it’s waves -
Your kiss all the breath I need

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That mindspace pulls me
Like dreams mixing with clouds of reality
That can be walked upon
Until a hole erupts
And the bottom falls out
Where my stomach used to be

Where nothing and everything
Makes sense in a way that Rubik’s cubes
Can be solved:
Turning around an unseen axis
As time is counted in milliseconds
Both hands to the table as it bounces

Where the siren of my deeper thoughts
Shows me a lake of euphoria
To melt into,
Tempting me into the high
Of being held under it’s waves -
Your kiss all the breath I need

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Love the words and pic.
 
Stunning rope work, by the intricacy I suspect this took an age to construct, would it be possible to create a wearable skirt?
 
I figured it out

Bimbo naked
Hair to there
Up in heels
Thighs wide
See their eyes
Never cry
Always ready
No talking back
A fire wasted
Burnt but smiling
Drinking the koolaid
Just like the rest
Undressed
Showing breasts
Getting less and less
Recognition
For fluid feeling
Running water
Under the surface
So much more
Than a whore
Yet hard to be
So fucking womanly
In a world
Filled with you.
 
I'm quite curious to hear the inspiration for this one.
Also, you picture from the tub is beautiful - I really like the soft milky glow of your skin (that may sound creepy,but I swear I want nothing to do with Hannibal 🤪 )

My inspiration was a place of jealousy yesterday when I (finally) realized I am not fantasy material the way I likely once was.
 
So many beautiful thought-provoking words and beautiful pictures since I last commented. You are a treasure beyond compare. :rose:

I will admit that of the few words expressed that makes me wince though is bimbo , so I'm still processing your narrative.:rose::heart:
 
My inspiration was a place of jealousy yesterday when I (finally) realized I am not fantasy material the way I likely once was.

Well... just speaking for myself really, but you have been... and always will be fantasy material to me. I may be stupid, but that has not changed.
:kiss::rose:
 
I need to feel your hand around my neck,
Pressure as you keep me from looking down
At your mouth covering my nipple,
Sucking and biting until I cum.

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I miss her.

The way she smells in the morning
As she makes me coffee
The way she fights with her husband
About the best way to make pancakes
The way she takes up an entire room
Just by being in it,
Never needing the attention,
But getting all of it anyway
The way she walks the dirty downtown streets
Like she knows no one would dare touch her
The way the sound of her laugh
Makes anyone join
The way she doesn’t impose
Yet always gets what she wants
The way she is adventurous
Trying one new thing after another
And always being good at them
The way she knows my past
In a way few do
The way she binge watches entire series
Of reality television with me
While we chomp popcorn by handfuls
The way she is who she is...

Yeah.
I miss her.
 
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