Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

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Ending with the cliff
Because you can’t stop it
When water falls

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You're so right about the cliff. :devil:
 
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Sweat trickles down
Body bent
Fluid
Shape of water
Sighing movements
Storming
Forming rivers
Running over
Hands pressing in
Underneath
Deeper than before
Thrusts of want
Need written
Every word
On sheets
Wrapping around
Reddened skin
Saying anything but stop
Each stream
Ending with the cliff
Because you can’t stop it
When water falls

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First, thanks for the "shower pic". :eek:

Second the words: I read them as if the writer was gasping for breath due to exertion. These "stream of consciousness" poems can be more eloquent than something more structured. Nice. (By which I mean, in my pervy mind that was really hot).

I don't normally quote the replies from others, but Tans' descriptions of "gasping for breath", "stream of consciousness", and "in my pervy mind that was really hot" really matched my own feelings.
Another great poem. Thank you.
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You always write so beautifully about water and waterfalls. 🌷

I have been told I’m fluid like a sea nymph, a siren in water... perhaps that’s why? Either way, thank you, Lovely 🌷💜🌷

First, thanks for the "shower pic". :eek:

Second the words: I read them as if the writer was gasping for breath due to exertion. These "stream of consciousness" poems can be more eloquent than something more structured. Nice. (By which I mean, in my pervy mind that was really hot).

I’ve been thinking like this more and more... I think my poems have been reflective of how my mind moves. (I’m glad your pervy mind follows and finds the heat). :cattail:

You're so right about the cliff. :devil:

Gravity works. 🌷

I don't normally quote the replies from others, but Tans' descriptions of "gasping for breath", "stream of consciousness", and "in my pervy mind that was really hot" really matched my own feelings.
Another great poem. Thank you.
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TAN does have a wonderful way with words. I’m glad you could feel the pulse in the poem as well. 🌷
 
I could "feel the pulse" in more than one way.
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and suddenly, "Pulse" is an erotic word.
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If you haven’t had the pleasure
Of a hard cock pulsing in your hand
As the cum drips off the head
Down over your fingers
Feeling eyes
Watching as you do
As you release yourself
The pulse felt by you both...

Yeah, pulse is certainly an erotic word.

:cattail:
 
If you haven’t had the pleasure
Of a hard cock pulsing in your hand
As the cum drips off the head
Down over your fingers
Feeling eyes
Watching as you do
As you release yourself
The pulse felt by you both...

Yeah, pulse is certainly an erotic word.

:cattail:

Your eroticism is fabulous.
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Speaking for myself, her firm hand gripping my cock as I climax intensifies that pulsing sensation.

I also love the combination of the touch and taste of her vaginal spasms as she climaxes on my tongue.
 
If you haven’t had the pleasure
Of a hard cock pulsing in your hand
As the cum drips off the head
Down over your fingers
Feeling eyes
Watching as you do
As you release yourself
The pulse felt by you both...

Yeah, pulse is certainly an erotic word.

:cattail:

Yes.

Absolutely.
 
Whew. Is it hot in here?

It’s certainly hot in here, where I do a lot of my writing. :devil:

Your eroticism is fabulous.
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Speaking for myself, her firm hand gripping my cock as I climax intensifies that pulsing sensation.

I also love the combination of the touch and taste of her vaginal spasms as she climaxes on my tongue.

Thank you. 🌷

I had a bit of... inspiration ( ;) ) to go the way of a pulsing cock in hand first today.

There is also a thrum
A different pulse
That radiates
Moves over my body
Starting from the caress
Of tongue against clit
Of penetrating fingers
Of teeth falling on inner thigh...
That makes me feel
Like my heart
Pulses inside my cunt

That pulse leaves me breathless and shaky. 🌷


Yes.

Absolutely.

:cattail:🌷
 
In case you’re wondering...

...where I do my writing.
 

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Thank you. 🌷

I had a bit of... inspiration ( ;) ) to go the way of a pulsing cock in hand first today.

There is also a thrum
A different pulse
That radiates
Moves over my body
Starting from the caress
Of tongue against clit
Of penetrating fingers
Of teeth falling on inner thigh...
That makes me feel
Like my heart
Pulses inside my cunt

That pulse leaves me breathless and shaky. 🌷




:cattail:🌷

That prose leaves me breathless and shaky. My heart racing.
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Pulsing, thrum, are both enjoyable words and actions. I remember both clearly, although one in the distant past, and the other, slowly fading.

I like your ‘desk’ for writing.:D
 
He walked out to the garage
Searching for something specific,
Something he had been thinking about for a long time.
He found what he wanted
Shoved in the back of a old tool box.
Wrapping it around his hand,
He smiled all the way back to the bedroom.
 
He finally showed up
It had felt like she was alone for days
And he knew about her abandonment issues with guys before,
So she wasn’t worried about him really leaving,
But fuck, she needed to fuck.
The bed was usually comfortable,
But she was tied with her wrists to the posts and it was limiting her movement.
She was starting to feel exposed again,
Like when he had first removed her dress and bra,
Laid her down on the bed,
And refused to kiss her,
Choosing instead to look at her -
But not just look at her...
He was seeing her.
Yes.
And that was what made her feel naked more than the removal of her dress.
He had then tied her wrists, which was nice.
Why didn’t he do that more often?
After he made sure the knots were tight,
He had slowly removed her panties,
They were just a cotton thong,
Something she wore often,
But he made it feel like he was removing a fancy french lace number
Somehow.
 
He walked back to the bedroom slowly,
Deliberately.
He wanted her to hear him come back,
Wanted her to know he was there.
He opened the door to the room and couldn’t keep his eyes from her on the bed.
No matter how much he wanted to withhold himself right now,
No matter how many times he went over these moments in his mind,
No matter how many times he’d seen her naked,
He was always amazed by how absolutely gorgeous she was.
 
She kept her eyes on the door, having heard his footsteps.
She tried to make her body look longer where she lay,
Like she wasn’t herself, but instead,
A model in an erotic picture where the model is tied to the bed.
Seeing the lust in his eyes as he opened the door,
She knew she had achieved something close to the desired effect.
She looked at him and saw everything she ever wanted in a lover.
He exuded sexy without trying,
Knew how to make her hurt the best ways,
Wanted nothing but the best for her in everything...
And fuck, did he know how to fuck.
 
He slowly crossed the room to her
Allowing himself to drink in the view of her bare curves,
How her body lay and squirmed in that playful way under his gaze...
He let out about 6 links of the chain he had grabbed from the garage,
Letting them hang from his wrapped fist.
Standing next to her, he ran the cool metal over her skin with his eyes always a little ahead
And darting behind,
Wanting to catch how her skin responded
Wanting to see how he could raise the goose flesh from her thighs.
 
She could feel the lines of cold as the chain made its way across her flesh.
The clinking of the metal pieces when they touched was like a musical instrument.
First, she could feel only the chain,
Then she started to feel him, his pressure wherever the chain went...
This metallic thing was like his energy, and it fit him.
She looked up at him and whimpered a bit.
She needed more tonight than to just be teased,
Even if it was with something unusual and exciting like this chain.
 
He loved hearing her whimper for him,
One of the sounds that cued him on that he was doing something right,
Made him want to go further.
He brought the last link up to his finger and thumb
And held it there like a biscuit.
He sat on the bed next to her and ran the link over her lips like a balm.
He used the chain as an extension of himself and ran it like his finger
Down to her jaw, neck, over her breasts.
Her nipples grew hard with the attention he gave them.
 
She was rightly turned on.
He could have done anything to her and she would have loved it.
The way her body was for him...
It felt like it glowed with an achy need for him to be always closer, to kiss her.
Instead he kept his distance, only the chain touching her with the rare graze of his fingertip.
It was both erotic and frustrating.
Her noises became more imploring,
But he had earlier told her that if she spoke a single word he would stop anything he was doing tonight and they would never speak of it again -
And at that point, she NEVER wanted him to stop.
 
He ran the link in his fingers up and down her inner thigh
And she opened for him like a flower to the sun.
He knew she was losing control,
And that was all he wanted.
He could see how much she needed more as she glistened there for him.
He watched her face out of the corner of his eye as he ran the link over her clit.
She was incredible when she moved like that,
When he made her move like that.
 
Mmm, yes.
The pressure, feel of the metal pressed against her sent a shockwave through her.
She couldn’t control her hips which rose up from the bed to follow as he pulled the link away.
His eyes filled with something else as he moved the link up and down over her.
Why did it feel so good?
She already knew that answer, but asked it to herself anyway.
She knew that her body wanted to feel anything he did.
An-y-thing.
And she knew that look on his face.
It was the one that told her they were entering a new territory.
She trusted him.
And as she was still forming that thought,
He placed the first link up inside her.
 
He watched as her lips surrounded the chain and as it was pulled inside her by the muscles clamping.
He looked up at her and saw this was the night.
She was so beautiful.
Her cunt was so beautiful.
He pushed the next link inside her.
Then the next.
It was like asking her body to accept each part of him,
One after another,
And it did.
 
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