Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

Yes, and these characters you’re writing here have lived in your mind for a VERY long time. They can stay there longer. Maybe you can pull them out again some time. Right now, priority to a poem. *cracks whip*

Yes ma’am. 🌷
 
Yes, and these characters you’re writing here have lived in your mind for a VERY long time. They can stay there longer. Maybe you can pull them out again some time. Right now, priority to a poem. *cracks whip*

You are a delicious tease! I look forward to your return to this story!!! :rose::rose::kiss:
 
Priorities
I do wish you will finish the story in your mind sometime
And I take back what I said earlier
I WOULD enjoy sitting down and chatting with you
Now I am sure of it
 
Priorities
I do wish you will finish the story in your mind sometime
And I take back what I said earlier
I WOULD enjoy sitting down and chatting with you
Now I am sure of it

This is just one of so many stories... I’ve shared a few in my threads before to mixed reviews. I was encouraged to get this one out, so I’ll probably continue it at some point. I have issues reconciling sharing things like this particular story because it isn’t really relevant to the usual subject matter that happens on Lit. It’s not sensual or sexual in really, any way (except the girl’s backstory, but that hardly counts).

I maintain I’m an intimidatingly incredible conversationalist online and a hermited introspective nut in person.
 
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This is just one of so many stories... I’ve shared a few in my threads before to mixed reviews. I was encouraged to get this one out, so I’ll probably continue it at some point. I have issues reconciling sharing things like this particular story because it isn’t really relevant to the usual subject matter that happens on Lit. It’s not sensual or sexual in really, any way (except the girl’s backstory, but that hardly counts).

I maintain I’m an intimidatingly incredible conversationalist online and a hermited introspective nut in person.

You, as the author, have 100% control of where this story goes, and how sensual or sexual it becomes. Don't weasel out now.
 
You, as the author, have 100% control of where this story goes, and how sensual or sexual it becomes. Don't weasel out now.

ehhhh, yeah... but I don’t.
I don’t know how else to explain it except to say that these characters exist to me and they already have a story that has played out. Sure, I have a little control of portrayal, but I can tell you that if I threw in a ‘and she was seen riding in that passenger seat with only her bra on and it was so hawt,” no one would be happy.

I can’t just change what happens here. We can skip to the end and I can tell you what the results are, or we can wait and see if they come out of my fingers again someday when I sit to write.

All this to say I have no control of a story which is already written.

ETA: Welcome to my thread, by the way. Hope you enjoy the look of my weasels :D
 
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ehhhh, yeah... but I don’t.
I don’t know how else to explain it except to say that these characters exist to me and they already have a story that has played out. Sure, I have a little control of portrayal, but I can tell you that if I threw in a ‘and she was seen riding in that passenger seat with only her bra on and it was so hawt,” no one would be happy.

I can’t just change what happens here. We can skip to the end and I can tell you what the results are, or we can wait and see if they come out of my fingers again someday when I sit to write.

All this to say I have no control of a story which is already written.

ETA: Welcome to my thread, by the way. Hope you enjoy the look of my weasels :D

Thank you for the welcome. I've poked my head in here a few times since my return to Lit this year. Initially I didn't understand this thread. Maybe I'm just thick headed. But eventually I got the drift of all this. And I must say that what you are doing is innovative and well done. Telling stories and talking out loud to yourself. I know there are pictures.

I believe I need to spend more time here and read more of your writings.

As for my comments about the author has 100% control, that may have been more a reaction to my own situation. I'm writing a story and felt boxed-in. Then I realized I had complete control to redefine my characters and the plot. It took some work, but it was what was needed. Your situation is different as you allow all of to watch over your shoulder as you spin the tale. Not so easy to go back and change things.

Thanks for welcoming me and all the others into your creative world. Continue on.
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Thank you for the welcome. I've poked my head in here a few times since my return to Lit this year. Initially I didn't understand this thread. Maybe I'm just thick headed. But eventually I got the drift of all this. And I must say that what you are doing is innovative and well done. Telling stories and talking out loud to yourself. I know there are pictures.

I believe I need to spend more time here and read more of your writings.

As for my comments about the author has 100% control, that may have been more a reaction to my own situation. I'm writing a story and felt boxed-in. Then I realized I had complete control to redefine my characters and the plot. It took some work, but it was what was needed. Your situation is different as you allow all of to watch over your shoulder as you spin the tale. Not so easy to go back and change things.

Thanks for welcoming me and all the others into your creative world. Continue on.
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There is much to say, but I’m going to steer away from being too bratty and simply express that I hope you find something to enjoy in my thread, and thank you for commenting.

You will find I am not really about entertaining anyone but myself, but will answer questions and clarify when I want to. I, like any exhibitionist, do this for the thrill of exposure and to be seen, so I do like receiving comments on my posts (they keep me motivated to keep posting). I can be rather confusing with my vague poetry and my tangential thoughts, but it’s my prerogative to do with this thread what I want (within the rules of ampics of course), so I intend to.

Oh, and though I know you likely did not mean it to be condescending, just a reminder that I (and any other artist for that matter) do not need anyone else’s permission to ‘continue on.’ 🌷

(I hope my forwardness doesn’t keep you from commenting in the future. I have found that I can rub people wrong when I speak my mind like this - for some reason, you seem to me to be someone who can take a bit of constructive criticism well)
 
Feel it -
Your hand warm
Prickling palm

Feel it -
A heated rain
Steamy breath in

Feel it -
Reddened skin
Waiting patiently

Feel it -
Turning back
Hungry mouth

Feel it -
No layers between
Ready for more
 
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This is just one of so many stories... I’ve shared a few in my threads before to mixed reviews. I was encouraged to get this one out, so I’ll probably continue it at some point. I have issues reconciling sharing things like this particular story because it isn’t really relevant to the usual subject matter that happens on Lit. It’s not sensual or sexual in really, any way (except the girl’s backstory, but that hardly counts).

I maintain I’m an intimidatingly incredible conversationalist online and a hermited introspective nut in person.

As you do here on your thread.
Spill your mind
I am intrigued to say the least
:rose:
 
Outstanding!

Feel it -
Your hand warm
Prickling palm

Feel it -
A heated rain
Steamy breath in

Feel it -
Reddened skin
Waiting patiently

Feel it -
Turning back
Hungry mouth

Feel it -
No layers between
Ready for more

These words, that picture capture so much! Wow, just wow.
 
This is just one of so many stories... I’ve shared a few in my threads before to mixed reviews. I was encouraged to get this one out, so I’ll probably continue it at some point. I have issues reconciling sharing things like this particular story because it isn’t really relevant to the usual subject matter that happens on Lit. It’s not sensual or sexual in really, any way (except the girl’s backstory, but that hardly counts).

I maintain I’m an intimidatingly incredible conversationalist online and a hermited introspective nut in person.

I have enjoyed your story thus far. As for your description of your conversationalist abilities...I suspect that describes a good many of us, on Lit, to a greater or lesser degree. :rose:
 
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Feel it -
Your hand warm
Prickling palm

Feel it -
A heated rain
Steamy breath in

Feel it -
Reddened skin
Waiting patiently

Feel it -
Turning back
Hungry mouth

Feel it -
No layers between
Ready for more

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Lovely bottom...evocative prose! :rose::rose::devil:
 
I popped in earlier today and opened your thread. As always it shows the latest posts at the top and after I start scrolling I see you talking to yourself, as you do, but it didn’t make sense until I scrolled further to find the story it related to.

I enjoyed the story as far as you have related it and wait with bated breath for your conclusion.

When you revealed he was a time traveller, I immediately thought he’s not in the same league as Dr. Who. He would have no need to restrain you in that way. A few fingers to your forehead would have transferred the whole story graphically to your mind in an instant.

I digress of course. Your story written in your own way, is the only way.
 
As you do here on your thread.
Spill your mind
I am intrigued to say the least
:rose:

I am glad the story captures interest. It is good to know.

I have enjoyed your story thus far. As for your description of your conversationalist abilities...I suspect that describes a good many of us, on Lit, to a greater or lesser degree. :rose:

You’re likely right, and there are probably quite a few of us here who are overly analytical of situations... overthinking the way I do though, has taken serious time and energy :cattail:

I popped in earlier today and opened your thread. As always it shows the latest posts at the top and after I start scrolling I see you talking to yourself, as you do, but it didn’t make sense until I scrolled further to find the story it related to.

I enjoyed the story as far as you have related it and wait with bated breath for your conclusion.

When you revealed he was a time traveller, I immediately thought he’s not in the same league as Dr. Who. He would have no need to restrain you in that way. A few fingers to your forehead would have transferred the whole story graphically to your mind in an instant.

I digress of course. Your story written in your own way, is the only way.

I went off on a tangential story, yeah... I will link it as I do everything to my first page’s index so that you can simply read it that way in the future... and if I pick it up again it will simply continue there. It might be too much of a story for me here, though. I have to decide what to share and what not to about these characters. But now I am off in digression land!

Thank you, as always, for reading and commenting Todger. 🌷
 
I wait for you
Never letting this mind
Let go of the feeling
Falling ever further,
Deeper into that space where
Your eyes see me
Your hands touch me
Your words reach me
Your love encloses me,
Tight into that spot
Of being full of you again,
Anticipating the time
When this wait is over

It’s funny, actually. I probably would not have posted such a picture before this year. I would have looked at that picture and only seen my physical flaws, but now I see a little more beauty in it; enough to share it, but not enough to post it in the open like I usually do... perhaps I will get to that place of comfort some day.

Waiting patiently is very difficult for me. I find myself throwing little fits every now and again, a tantrum about how long I’ve been good and deserve some positive reinforcement.



I’ve had this discussion a couple times on my thread, and I think it’s a bit *shrug* for me. This is the insecurity I have in posting a picture that shows my less-than model physique: I then am told that my scars and stretch marks are beautiful, which I do not agree with. I don’t think I could ever be told that they are and believe it (well, except maybe in a certain way and by someone absolutely special enough to make me forget my physical flaws when I’m with them). It’s just a thing that happened to me and I now have these (and an incredible child). I don’t need to be proud of a mark on my body I don’t particularly care for, I just have to be comfortable with myself, which is something I’m working on. 🌷



That is so sweet of you to say, thank you.



Thank you. These are new panties. I like how bright, almost neon they are.



I’m glad you enjoy it. 🌷

Somewhere in the middle

Between the lines on sheets
Laid out before, under, on top of
Downy mattress, slowly sealing
In your scent lofting, sinking
Amidst the wreckage known by time
Not before, not after
A flower unopened but no longer a bud
Sits waiting as patiently as possible
For the heat promised
In the tightening touch
Of the right now.

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I missed a lot. First, this all ties in with the discussion about men losing their hair. (And Todger: I am with you brother. I can live without my hair, but I have had the beard for 35 years. My kids have never seen me without it)

The poems are very good. I get the longing in the first. The picture, baring your body like your soul fits well. The bright pink panties stand out as if it were otherwise a black and white pic. And the line "I just have to be comfortable with myself" reveals a great strength. You aren't twenty anymore. Things have "rearranged". And yet, the pictures of the bold woman excite the gentle perverts of AmPics. Cool eh?

That line in the second poem "A flower unopened but no longer a bud" is a familiar image to anyone with a garden. Clever.

I'm off to find the start of your story.
 
The problem with having an escape
Comes when you realize you could take it.
You could say “Fuck you!” to the world,
Stick both middle fingers up,
And get out.

But the thing is, though, that you don’t
At least not immediately.

Even with the button
Huge
Red
Blaring in front of you,
You’ve run out of the energy or the means or the will to push it
Hoping the knowledge of it’s existence
Is just swept into a corner less frequented

But instead,
It sits there.
Taunting you.
Reminding you in it’s little ways daily
That it’s there.
Ready.
Wanting to be pressed.
Begging for it.

So each day, when you gather the energy,
You stand in front of it
A list of pros and cons in your hand,
And you make the conscious decision.
 
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