Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

Just for a moment
As the world keeps turning
Stop with me
Park alongside
Catch my breath
Catch my body
Hold me close
As we fall together
Into crisp morning air
A constant petrichor
Felt in bones that missed
The storm of being held
Together after too long
For just a moment

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Wow Moochie...your words and pictures are wonderful and make me want, even more, to taste you!! :devil::devil::devil:
 
Just for a moment
As the world keeps turning
Stop with me
Park alongside
Catch my breath
Catch my body
Hold me close
As we fall together
Into crisp morning air
A constant petrichor
Felt in bones that missed
The storm of being held
Together after too long
For just a moment

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Looking forward to the next visit.

I like your use of colour in an otherwise black and white pic, to draw the eye to certain parts.
 
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That one breast again..........groan
Moochie
There is something about only partial exposure which has captivated my Audience.

I do wonder at times if I wasn't breast fed long enough. That damn Dr. Ben Spock moving Moms to formula.
 
Just for a moment
As the world keeps turning
Stop with me
Park alongside
Catch my breath
Catch my body
Hold me close
As we fall together
Into crisp morning air
A constant petrichor
Felt in bones that missed
The storm of being held
Together after too long
For just a moment

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You leave me green with envy. I wish I can ... I wish I can
 
Very naughty. You know what images like this do to us simple men.
Cudos for the use of petrichor!

Ummm… thanks! I’ll use my kudos later ;)

I would lay my seat back and roll over to hold you as close as possible.. Then plant one of those kisses that makes you know I want more..
Pssst.. Moochie.. Your panties are really turning me on !!

That’s what I’m not fond of in my car: the fact that there’s a console between the front seats… although I guess it’s better than having a big empty space between like a mini van or a bigger, thicker console that can’t be scooted over or easily reached over.

Petrichor, had to look it up. Such a sensual word. I wonder, is it raining or is the fragrance from another source? Double entendre?

I’m always a fan of the double entendres… or is that the ménage à trois? I am so forgetful… ;)

Naughty thoughts.

Naughty pic.

Splendid.
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So glad you enjoy. 🌷

Wow Moochie...your words and pictures are wonderful and make me want, even more, to taste you!! :devil::devil:

Thank you, Scot. 🌷

Looking forward to the next visit.

I like your use of colour in an otherwise black and white pic, to draw the eye to certain parts.

It was fun to do a little colour edit here, and this pic lent itself well. Thank you for noticing, Todger. 🌷

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That one breast again..........groan
Moochie
There is something about only partial exposure which has captivated my Audience.

I do wonder at times if I wasn't breast fed long enough. That damn Dr. Ben Spock moving Moms to formula.

Some insights into yourself? I don’t know how much is not enough breastfeeding vs. formula… these days we just recommend doing what works for the mum. No shame in formula if milk supply is low.

You leave me green with envy. I wish I can ... I wish I can

Haha! Are you crossing your fingers and knocking on wood too? That’s what I do when I want something super lots. 🤞🤞
 
It’s raining and I want nothing more
Than to be soaked through
With the damp I know
So well -
The storm in your eyes
That snares me
And keeps me captive
Right there
In the sound of your voice
Which thunders through my skin
Making me ache with need
For your touch
Like lightning running through me

Catch me there
Hold me closer
 

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It’s raining and I want nothing more
Than to be soaked through
With the damp I know
So well -
The storm in your eyes
That snares me
And keeps me captive
Right there
In the sound of your voice
Which thunders through my skin
Making me ache with need
For your touch
Like lightning running through me

Catch me there
Hold me closer

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I imagine you come in to a building, caught off guard by rain, wishing instead to be showered with love instead of water. Your lovers gaze and touch storming away all the inconveniences of the world and it’s quite a beautiful idea! I love this poem and the fishnets which look incredible on you!
 
It’s raining and I want nothing more
Than to be soaked through
With the damp I know
So well -
The storm in your eyes
That snares me
And keeps me captive
Right there
In the sound of your voice
Which thunders through my skin
Making me ache with need
For your touch
Like lightning running through me

Catch me there
Hold me closer

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Love the poem.
Love the pic.
*hugs you tight*
 
I imagine you come in to a building, caught off guard by rain, wishing instead to be showered with love instead of water. Your lovers gaze and touch storming away all the inconveniences of the world and it’s quite a beautiful idea! I love this poem and the fishnets which look incredible on you!

A nice imagining, thank you for sharing your thoughts and compliment. 🌷

Caught in the web of desire.

I should be mistress spider for Halloween? ;)

Love the poem.
Love the pic.
*hugs you tight*

Thank you, Blue. *hugs* 💜
 
I heard
That a good rain
Knows when to fall

This rain feels wasted
Falling into gutters
Collecting around leaf motes
And pouring into storm drains

And I want
To splash in the puddles
Or at least be there
With my boots on

Instead of standing by
Waiting to be asked
To walk out
Into the shower
 

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I heard
That a good rain
Knows when to fall

This rain feels wasted
Falling into gutters
Collecting around leaf motes
And pouring into storm drains

And I want
To splash in the puddles
Or at least be there
With my boots on

Instead of standing by
Waiting to be asked
To walk out
Into the shower

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*hugs*
Rain is awesome when the timing is right. :kiss:
You're wonderful all the time.
 
Are you like this ever in the rain???
 

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I heard
That a good rain
Knows when to fall

This rain feels wasted
Falling into gutters
Collecting around leaf motes
And pouring into storm drains

And I want
To splash in the puddles
Or at least be there
With my boots on

Instead of standing by
Waiting to be asked
To walk out
Into the shower

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Besides being a great pic and poem, is that ink?
 
*hugs*
Rain is awesome when the timing is right. :kiss:
You're wonderful all the time.

It is one of the reasons why I’ve never moved from the rainy PNW once I was in it.

I love standing in it and hearing it splash on my body.


All little ones love jumping in muddy puddles with their boots on.

We absolutely do! :D

Are you like this ever in the rain???

I don’t carry a bumbershoot, those are for the tourists. ☂️ I have been known to go out in very little and soaking it through, though. ;)

A good rain is hard to find.
A hard rain is good to find.
Or something like that. :confused:

I quite like that turn of phrase. It is very true of more than just rain…

Besides being a great pic and poem, is that ink?

Oh, yes. I’ve not been very quiet about my Mario Star. It definitely needs a touch up (my first tattoo at 20 yrs old), but it means I’m invincible! ⭐
 
I heard
That a good rain
Knows when to fall

This rain feels wasted
Falling into gutters
Collecting around leaf motes
And pouring into storm drains

And I want
To splash in the puddles
Or at least be there
With my boots on

Instead of standing by
Waiting to be asked
To walk out
Into the shower

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Love the poem and pic both
 
Only in my mind

The darkness crawls over me
Laying here, limp bodied
Knife in hand
A line of deep red in my pooling vision

The bottom hard and reaching for me
Came up quickly
Bruises from past self-beatings
In a varied state of colour

The purples and yellows
Melding over the skin
Of where I wish you had kissed
But likely never will again

Always thought it would be different

That it wouldn’t feel so much
Like a rush
To be here
That I really am strong
That I could do this thing alone.

And, in the end,
It’s always alone.

Alone with the demons
That want out of the cage
That want to scream to the world
That want to drag my thoughts apart
Ripping me into the tiny pieces
That I couldn’t have thought possible before
But have found in the tearing
Of blade through flesh

And that’s these meds too
I’ve taken too many.

The first doctor was right
Not to listen the first time
When I said that I was over it
And felt like it was all just sleep
Causing the demons to plague me,
But this new one who replaced her
He’s young
I’m pretty
He didn’t see me
They don’t see you when you’re beautiful
And know what to say
And know how to look at them
And know who to be in front of the world.

He ordered what I needed
Without checking my history

And now I am here
Barely breathing

In my brain
The thoughts spin
Into a drain

Far from me now

A bath filled with me
And the water running
And the demons tripping over themselves
Asking to pull me with them

Slipping

Down

Further

Under
 
The darkness crawls over me
Laying here, limp bodied
Knife in hand
A line of deep red in my pooling vision

The bottom hard and reaching for me
Came up quickly
Bruises from past self-beatings
In a varied state of colour

The purples and yellows
Melding over the skin
Of where I wish you had kissed
But likely never will again

Always thought it would be different

That it wouldn’t feel so much
Like a rush
To be here
That I really am strong
That I could do this thing alone.

And, in the end,
It’s always alone.

Alone with the demons
That want out of the cage
That want to scream to the world
That want to drag my thoughts apart
Ripping me into the tiny pieces
That I couldn’t have thought possible before
But have found in the tearing
Of blade through flesh

And that’s these meds too
I’ve taken too many.

The first doctor was right
Not to listen the first time
When I said that I was over it
And felt like it was all just sleep
Causing the demons to plague me,
But this new one who replaced her
He’s young
I’m pretty
He didn’t see me
They don’t see you when you’re beautiful
And know what to say
And know how to look at them
And know who to be in front of the world.

He ordered what I needed
Without checking my history

And now I am here
Barely breathing

In my brain
The thoughts spin
Into a drain

Far from me now

A bath filled with me
And the water running
And the demons tripping over themselves
Asking to pull me with them

Slipping

Down

Further

Under
*hugs*
Been there, kinda.
Hoping you are okay.
 
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