Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

Hey you :) hope you're doing ok xxxneed to catch up on your posts!
 
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Lovely stems!
 
Holy moly, you all are much more creative than I am with your captions. Makes me think I should ask you to come up with them more often…:cattail:
 
It’s these days -
The ones that leave memories floating
Bobbing slowly to the surface
Of otherwise placid minds

When the comfort of the sun
Resembles the presence
Of your fingertips

When the meadows of flowers
Call out for our attention
As they once did

When the breezes
Speak in your voice
Words that are always

When the morning’s rainfall
Is a shower
Steaming with your kiss

It’s these days
That made pushing through
That pain of before -
Before the warmth in your touch
Before the picking of daisies
Before those intimate whispers
Before our bodies met
Before we found each other…
It’s these days filled with reminders
That make this
Worth each and every hurdle.
 
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It’s these days -
The ones that leave memories floating
Bobbing slowly to the surface
Of otherwise placid minds

When the comfort of the sun
Resembles the presence
Of your fingertips

When the meadows of flowers
Call out for our attention
As they once did

When the breezes
Speak in your voice
Words that are always

When the morning’s rainfall
Is a shower
Steaming with your kiss

It’s these days
That made pushing through
That pain of before -
Before the warmth in your touch
Before the picking of daisies
Before those intimate whispers
Before our bodies met
Before we found each other…
It’s these days filled with reminders
That make this
Worth each and every hurdle.

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Beautiful words from a beautiful person. I love that dress too. Birds are nice.
 
It’s these days -
The ones that leave memories floating
Bobbing slowly to the surface
Of otherwise placid minds

When the comfort of the sun
Resembles the presence
Of your fingertips

When the meadows of flowers
Call out for our attention
As they once did

When the breezes
Speak in your voice
Words that are always

When the morning’s rainfall
Is a shower
Steaming with your kiss

It’s these days
That made pushing through
That pain of before -
Before the warmth in your touch
Before the picking of daisies
Before those intimate whispers
Before our bodies met
Before we found each other…
It’s these days filled with reminders
That make this
Worth each and every hurdle.

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The best kiss is the first kiss!!
 
It’s these days -
The ones that leave memories floating
Bobbing slowly to the surface
Of otherwise placid minds

When the comfort of the sun
Resembles the presence
Of your fingertips

When the meadows of flowers
Call out for our attention
As they once did

When the breezes
Speak in your voice
Words that are always

When the morning’s rainfall
Is a shower
Steaming with your kiss

It’s these days
That made pushing through
That pain of before -
Before the warmth in your touch
Before the picking of daisies
Before those intimate whispers
Before our bodies met
Before we found each other…
It’s these days filled with reminders
That make this
Worth each and every hurdle.

Beautiful words to help me keep striving to find that special someone. And you look absolutely wonderful😘😘
 
Beautiful words from a beautiful person. I love that dress too. Birds are nice.

Thank you. I think this might be my favorite dress for many reasons. One of which is that it has pockets. Side note: I had a dream last night I wanna to tell you about… it’s almost as intricate as some of yours are. Remind me to tell you. 🌷

The best kiss is the first kiss!!

That’s an interesting thought. I do love the first kiss and can remember it and the second in great detail. But I would like to assert that each first kiss is the best. That each time you come together with someone you care about makes the world’s score move a little more in your favor.

Beautiful words to help me keep striving to find that special someone. And you look absolutely wonderful😘😘

I have been blessed with someones who are very special to me. I hope you find the person (or people) who make you feel as lucky as I do. 🌷💜
 
Why don’t you drive?

It is a lot like getting lost
In a car someone else is driving
As the road winds
Finds new ways to excite
Speeds change
Gears shift
Up and down
Across the line
Back again
Over hills and down into valleys
The scenery is ever different
Always the same
Always what’s needed
As the movements of your brain
Try to make sense of what’s happening
But can’t
Because who can
When you know you’re so close
That the destination
On the tip of the tongue
Is exactly where the driver was headed
All along
 
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Why don’t you drive?

It is a lot like getting lost
In a car someone else is driving
As the road winds
Finds new ways to excite
Speeds change
Gears shift
Up and down
Across the line
Back again
Over hills and down into valleys
The scenery is ever different
Always the same
Always what’s needed
As the movements of your brain
Try to make sense of what’s happening
But can’t
Because who can
When you know you’re so close
That the destination
On the tip of the tongue
Is exactly where the driver was headed
All along

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I love Woodstock.
 
Why don’t you drive?

It is a lot like getting lost
In a car someone else is driving
As the road winds
Finds new ways to excite
Speeds change
Gears shift
Up and down
Across the line
Back again
Over hills and down into valleys
The scenery is ever different
Always the same
Always what’s needed
As the movements of your brain
Try to make sense of what’s happening
But can’t
Because who can
When you know you’re so close
That the destination
On the tip of the tongue
Is exactly where the driver was headed
All along

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Love where that car is headed. Very Nice Views to see. 😘😘
 
Why don’t you drive?

It is a lot like getting lost
In a car someone else is driving
As the road winds
Finds new ways to excite
Speeds change
Gears shift
Up and down
Across the line
Back again
Over hills and down into valleys
The scenery is ever different
Always the same
Always what’s needed
As the movements of your brain
Try to make sense of what’s happening
But can’t
Because who can
When you know you’re so close
That the destination
On the tip of the tongue
Is exactly where the driver was headed
All along

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A journey to the big ‘O’
 
Clinging to what I can,
On the merry-go-round
Pulled away from the middle
Gripping hard to hope
Centrifugal force
Inevitable motion
Holding tight
There are not many ways
This story ends:
One with
The other without
 
Why don’t you drive?

It is a lot like getting lost
In a car someone else is driving
As the road winds
Finds new ways to excite
Speeds change
Gears shift
Up and down
Across the line
Back again
Over hills and down into valleys
The scenery is ever different
Always the same
Always what’s needed
As the movements of your brain
Try to make sense of what’s happening
But can’t
Because who can
When you know you’re so close
That the destination
On the tip of the tongue
Is exactly where the driver was headed
All along

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Sometimes getting there is more than the destination.

Clinging to what I can,
On the merry-go-round
Pulled away from the middle
Gripping hard to hope
Centrifugal force
Inevitable motion
Holding tight
There are not many ways
This story ends:
One with
The other without
Whichever is stronger, the pull or the grip.
 
Why don’t you drive?

It is a lot like getting lost
In a car someone else is driving
As the road winds
Finds new ways to excite
Speeds change
Gears shift
Up and down
Across the line
Back again
Over hills and down into valleys
The scenery is ever different
Always the same
Always what’s needed
As the movements of your brain
Try to make sense of what’s happening
But can’t
Because who can
When you know you’re so close
That the destination
On the tip of the tongue
Is exactly where the driver was headed
All along

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Obviously you enjoy an experienced driver, but this has nothing to do with a car trip.

Fabulous metaphor. So very well done. And I love the pics.
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Clinging to what I can,
On the merry-go-round
Pulled away from the middle
Gripping hard to hope
Centrifugal force
Inevitable motion
Holding tight
There are not many ways
This story ends:
One with
The other without

Love this! Short, simple, great imagery.

The struggles of being pulled between two desires/loves and cannot have both.
 
I love Woodstock.

Me too! Woodstock and Snoopy’s relationship is one of the best parts of Peanuts.

Love where that car is headed. Very Nice Views to see. 😘😘

Better to see the views when someone else drives. ;)

A journey to the big ‘O’

You’re giving away all my secrets! :cattail:

In order for me to get to my desired destination..
We are going to need to put that seat back Moochie
ALL THE WAY BACK
:devil::cool:

:D you seem so concerned about the placement of my car’s seat, Joxlrg… maybe you should come give me a tutorial on proper location? 😏

Sometimes getting there is more than the destination.

A journey on the edge often holds more exciting sights than the end.

Obviously you enjoy an experienced driver, but this has nothing to do with a car trip.

Fabulous metaphor. So very well done. And I love the pics.
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Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed this one. 🌷

Whichever is stronger, the pull or the grip.

Yes. Let’s hope my grip holds out.

Love this! Short, simple, great imagery.

The struggles of being pulled between two desires/loves and cannot have both.

This is something I think everyone has, is currently, or will experience at one point in their lives. A universal truth, that no matter how much you may want something, it is not always guaranteed.
 
Seat Tutorial

You see.. First Moochie I must firmly negotiate my self directly over the top of you
One knee on either side of your seat
Leaning forward and staring into your eyes
I kiss you deeply
My hand finds the seat release lever on the one side and my other hand warps around you and the seat like a hug.
Mouths meet. Breaths are heard and understood
Slowly I lower the seat back and you in it
Our chests meet
Your breasts feel amazing to me
Your skirt raises and you feel the skin of our thighs touch
Now reclined, my hand finds your breast. Touching and feeling. A caress..
My fingers find and play with a nipple and a hard pinch is felt
Your eyes flinch.
You are kissed again
My hand finds the outside of your bare thigh
I slip my hand under your butt cheek and lift you
Tis then I realize you are not wearing panties
Our eyes meet
Tell me with your eyes what happens next
 
A favorite book

Crack it open
Feel the spine rest
Fingers drawn light
Across worn sheets
Wrapping meanings
Through the words
Eyes wandering,
Skimming, absorbing
As the spoken voice
Is just that
And what is happening
Is actually
All of it,
Waiting to be devoured
Page by page​
 
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