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

well... perhaps part of my self-consciousness with this particular situation was three-fold:

1. I was at the pool for preschool swim.
2. This is a new suit and the first time I was getting submerged completely in it... didn’t realize just how much stretch would occur in the straps until it was already happening.
3. My husband may have given an off hand remark on my way out the door about it being a “revealing” suit and that was before it was wet and less supportive.

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Looks good to me. I like the stripes and how and where they curve
 
I came home today,
And even though I change into
And work in scrubs
That are kept and laundered at work,
I still felt dirty.

I stripped in the garage
And threw my clothes in the machine
Before washing my hands and face
In the half bathroom.

I put on a pair of pajamas
I left in the livingroom last night
And I thought about my patients
Who I may not make it
For me to check on them again tonight.

I hate that I am nothing but humanity
In the face of this thing
That is so far from human.
It makes me scream the entire car ride into work.

I thought twice before kissing my child today,
I don’t want my work to be the reason anyone gets sick,
Especially a person I love.

I worry about you too.
About how you are doing
And if you’re alright
When I don’t hear from you for hours.

I’m a worrier,
And the state of the world isn’t helping me feel any better.

So please:
Reach out and touch me.
And don’t hate me for the fact that
I might spend some of our next time together
Actually crying,
And not just trying desperately holding back the tears
While sniffling against your shoulder,
Like I did when we last saw each other.

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I feel for you, I really do. Being in the front line of the war against the unknown is one of the hardest things to cope with and not helped by the failings of those above you, and I don’t mean locally either.

I am perfectly sure that Daddy will just want to hold you tight and will struggle to keep a dry eye too knowing that you are safe in his arms again.
 
I have been searching my mind
For words that can’t be found
More and more often
As my brain starts a rebellion
Against time.

I hate not being able to feel you.
I hate that we could see each other,
But because of forces so wildly out of our control,
We can’t, shouldn’t.
I hate that I have no power.


Holy fuck!
I hit it on the nose without even trying.

I hate that I have zero control of so many things
That are influencing my daily life.

It feels so good to see those words written out.
You have no idea how many nights
I’ve been trying to articulate that.

Allow me to elaborate:
As you know, I am submissive,
So not being in complete control isn’t something new,
In fact, it’s a wonderful part of being His.

But this thing that is happening right now,
Is power I didn’t relinquish to someone I trust.
This control over me and my life
Wasn’t something I chose to have happen.
The people who are dictating my future
Are not people I wanted to be in that position.

So I am fucking mad.
I am so livid.
I want to scream and cry and kick a wall
In a tantrum,
Like a toddler at the market
Who was told they can’t have the candy
At the checkout.

Now, will you please excuse me
While I ball up my anger,
Hug myself and rock back and forth,
Before screaming into a pillow for a while.

Image removed on 3/21/22
 
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I have been searching my mind
For words that can’t be found
More and more often
As my brain starts a rebellion
Against time.

I hate not being able to feel you.
I hate that we could see each other,
But because of forces so wildly out of our control,
We can’t, shouldn’t.
I hate that I have no power.


Holy fuck!
I hit it on the nose without even trying.

I hate that I have zero control of so many things
That are influencing my daily life.

It feels so good to see those words written out.
You have no idea how many nights
I’ve been trying to articulate that.

Allow me to elaborate:
As you know, I am submissive,
So not being in complete control isn’t something new,
In fact, it’s a wonderful part of being His.

But this thing that is happening right now,
Is power I didn’t relinquish to someone I trust.
This control over me and my life
Wasn’t something I chose to have happen.
The people who are dictating my future
Are not people I wanted to be in that position.

So I am fucking mad.
I am so livid.
I want to scream and cry and kick a wall
In a tantrum,
Like a toddler at the market
Who was told they can’t have the candy
At the checkout.

Now, will you please excuse me
While I ball up my anger,
Hug myself and rock back and forth,
Before screaming into a pillow for a while.


Where do I begin?

You have captured BOTH frustration that I (and I think many others feel) at being powerless against this thing, AND the very essence of the D/s dynamic.

It feels like all we can do is passive, defensive things like hand washing and social distancing and staying home. We can't mobilize like this was a flood, bush fire or hurricane. We can't deliver aid because we need the aid. We want to fight, but the opponent won't "put up his dukes"; he just walks away, creating havoc and misery.

So many people misunderstand the power dynamic in a D/s relationship. Whether its a 24/7 lifestyle or something where active display is confined to certain places and times, the sub MUST relinquish control; the Dom can't take it, because it isn't his. I see so many fake / idiot "Doms" out there who think abuse is sexy. It's not; its just abuse. All the actions in a real D/s relationship are meant to express love and bring pleasure. (I cut this off; I was rambling).

COVID-19 is a fake Dom, delivering pain out of anger not love. There is no pleasure, no satisfaction.

Hang on Moochie.

PS., nice face pic!
 
I came home today,
And even though I change into
And work in scrubs
That are kept and laundered at work,
I still felt dirty.

I stripped in the garage
And threw my clothes in the machine
Before washing my hands and face
In the half bathroom.

I put on a pair of pajamas
I left in the livingroom last night
And I thought about my patients
Who I may not make it
For me to check on them again tonight.

I hate that I am nothing but humanity
In the face of this thing
That is so far from human.
It makes me scream the entire car ride into work.

I thought twice before kissing my child today,
I don’t want my work to be the reason anyone gets sick,
Especially a person I love.

I worry about you too.
About how you are doing
And if you’re alright
When I don’t hear from you for hours.

I’m a worrier,
And the state of the world isn’t helping me feel any better.

So please:
Reach out and touch me.
And don’t hate me for the fact that
I might spend some of our next time together
Actually crying,
And not just trying desperately holding back the tears
While sniffling against your shoulder,
Like I did when we last saw each other.

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This is sad, powerful, and beautiful at once.
 
I have been searching my mind
For words that can’t be found
More and more often
As my brain starts a rebellion
Against time.

I hate not being able to feel you.
I hate that we could see each other,
But because of forces so wildly out of our control,
We can’t, shouldn’t.
I hate that I have no power.


Holy fuck!
I hit it on the nose without even trying.

I hate that I have zero control of so many things
That are influencing my daily life.

It feels so good to see those words written out.
You have no idea how many nights
I’ve been trying to articulate that.

Allow me to elaborate:
As you know, I am submissive,
So not being in complete control isn’t something new,
In fact, it’s a wonderful part of being His.

But this thing that is happening right now,
Is power I didn’t relinquish to someone I trust.
This control over me and my life
Wasn’t something I chose to have happen.
The people who are dictating my future
Are not people I wanted to be in that position.

So I am fucking mad.
I am so livid.
I want to scream and cry and kick a wall
In a tantrum,
Like a toddler at the market
Who was told they can’t have the candy
At the checkout.

Now, will you please excuse me
While I ball up my anger,
Hug myself and rock back and forth,
Before screaming into a pillow for a while.

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2093667&stc=1&d=1586098763

You have explained this to perfection.

Hold onto the thought, that Daddy is waiting for this to end, just as much as you are.

Where do I begin?

You have captured BOTH frustration that I (and I think many others feel) at being powerless against this thing, AND the very essence of the D/s dynamic.

It feels like all we can do is passive, defensive things like hand washing and social distancing and staying home. We can't mobilize like this was a flood, bush fire or hurricane. We can't deliver aid because we need the aid. We want to fight, but the opponent won't "put up his dukes"; he just walks away, creating havoc and misery.

So many people misunderstand the power dynamic in a D/s relationship. Whether its a 24/7 lifestyle or something where active display is confined to certain places and times, the sub MUST relinquish control; the Dom can't take it, because it isn't his. I see so many fake / idiot "Doms" out there who think abuse is sexy. It's not; its just abuse. All the actions in a real D/s relationship are meant to express love and bring pleasure. (I cut this off; I was rambling).

COVID-19 is a fake Dom, delivering pain out of anger not love. There is no pleasure, no satisfaction.

Hang on Moochie.

PS., nice face pic!

Tan, you’ve hit the nail on the head. I agree fully with everything, but I didn’t see the analogy Between Covid-19 and fake Dom until you wrote it. It is perfect.
 
Daddy has a love for TLC (which is incredibly adorable, btw),
And the remark about COVID-19 being a “fake Dom”
Made me think of No Scrubs.

So there’s my little piece of optimism for the day...
And also the song that will be in my (and possibly your) head all night.
 
Daddy has a love for TLC (which is incredibly adorable, btw),
And the remark about COVID-19 being a “fake Dom”
Made me think of No Scrubs.

So there’s my little piece of optimism for the day...
And also the song that will be in my (and possibly your) head all night.

Believe it or not, I saw it live and they were fantastic! (Also a very memorable concert for me, as I met someone who changed my life forever the next day over espresso and a miniature cupcake)

Interesting. Possible link between the same person??? :kiss:
 
I have been searching my mind
For words that can’t be found
More and more often
As my brain starts a rebellion
Against time.

I hate not being able to feel you.
I hate that we could see each other,
But because of forces so wildly out of our control,
We can’t, shouldn’t.
I hate that I have no power.


Holy fuck!
I hit it on the nose without even trying.

I hate that I have zero control of so many things
That are influencing my daily life.

It feels so good to see those words written out.
You have no idea how many nights
I’ve been trying to articulate that.

Allow me to elaborate:
As you know, I am submissive,
So not being in complete control isn’t something new,
In fact, it’s a wonderful part of being His.

But this thing that is happening right now,
Is power I didn’t relinquish to someone I trust.
This control over me and my life
Wasn’t something I chose to have happen.
The people who are dictating my future
Are not people I wanted to be in that position.

So I am fucking mad.
I am so livid.
I want to scream and cry and kick a wall
In a tantrum,
Like a toddler at the market
Who was told they can’t have the candy
At the checkout.

Now, will you please excuse me
While I ball up my anger,
Hug myself and rock back and forth,
Before screaming into a pillow for a while.

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((HUGGLES))
Thinking of you in these times. Stay safe both physically and mentally. :heart:
:kiss::rose:
 
I want to formally apologize
For being so bad
At returning messages or replying to you all in my thread lately.

I promise I read and appreciate everything,
It is just a lot right now
For me to even have the energy
After working,
And then sewing as many masks as possible,
And then trying to sleep,
In order to do it all over again.

I’m tired.

I get a day off work soon.

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I want to formally apologize
For being so bad
At returning messages or replying to you all in my thread lately.

I promise I read and appreciate everything,
It is just a lot right now
For me to even have the energy
After working,
And then sewing as many masks as possible,
And then trying to sleep,
In order to do it all over again.

I’m tired.

I get a day off work soon.

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No need to apologise, we know how busy you are, how stressful your job is especially at the moment.

You need to sleep the day round when you get a day off, it is your recovery time.
 
I want to formally apologize
For being so bad
At returning messages or replying to you all in my thread lately.
I promise I read and appreciate everything,
It is just a lot right now
For me to even have the energy
After working,
And then sewing as many masks as possible,
And then trying to sleep,
In order to do it all over again.
I’m tired.
I get a day off work soon.

No need to apologize. Your main focus needs to be on taking care of yourself. It's very important, as you are the only you we've got. 💜
 
For being so bad
At returning messages or replying to you all in my thread lat
ely.

I feel you have done more than enough by writing so beautifully and posting some great images especially the one with the bear, he seems to have a subtle smile on his face, well I would too if held in your loving arms.
 
Inspired by someone else’s memories of waking

When I fall asleep
I imagine your body behind mine,
The way you held me
That first night we slept
In a bed together.

I remember it was so strange,
As I had never been able
To relax into someone
The way I naturally did, do
With you.

The feel of your arm
Under my head,
Your warm body pressing close,
Legs intertwining, draping, wrapping
Us up together.

The way I slept that night,
In your arms for hours...

I dream of it
So vividly
That when I wake,
I often find my body
Leaning back,
Trying to find you there

My searching hand falling to the sheets
And soft mattress,
Instead of resting on
Your strong hip.

There was this
Dreamlike quality to the light
In that first bedroom we shared
That loans itself well
To my memories
Of that night.

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Inspired by someone else’s memories of waking

When I fall asleep
I imagine your body behind mine,
The way you held me
That first night we slept
In a bed together.

I remember it was so strange,
As I had never been able
To relax into someone
The way I naturally did, do
With you.

The feel of your arm
Under my head,
Your warm body pressing close,
Legs intertwining, draping, wrapping
Us up together.

The way I slept that night,
In your arms for hours...

I dream of it
So vividly
That when I wake,
I often find my body
Leaning back,
Trying to find you there

My searching hand falling to the sheets
And soft mattress,
Instead of resting on
Your strong hip.

There was this
Dreamlike quality to the light
In that first bedroom we shared
That loans itself well
To my memories
Of that night.

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Lovely thoughts and memories to keep alive until the next time.
 
Inspired by someone else’s memories of waking

When I fall asleep
I imagine your body behind mine,
The way you held me
That first night we slept
In a bed together.

I remember it was so strange,
As I had never been able
To relax into someone
The way I naturally did, do
With you.

The feel of your arm
Under my head,
Your warm body pressing close,
Legs intertwining, draping, wrapping
Us up together.

The way I slept that night,
In your arms for hours...

I dream of it
So vividly
That when I wake,
I often find my body
Leaning back,
Trying to find you there

My searching hand falling to the sheets
And soft mattress,
Instead of resting on
Your strong hip.

There was this
Dreamlike quality to the light
In that first bedroom we shared
That loans itself well
To my memories
Of that night.

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I absolutely love this.

You didn't just captured my words down into an image, you slid the feelings of them --in your own way-- into the words you write so well.

Furthermore
You did so; knowingly or not, in such a way that each... stanza? verse? stands on it's own. No matter what order each is read; it all, the meaning and feeling, is carried through no less beautiful to my eye.

If it wasn't such an honor to be a source of inspiration for you, I'd hate your goddamn fucking guts.
 
I absolutely love this.

You didn't just captured my words down into an image, you slid the feelings of them --in your own way-- into the words you write so well.

Furthermore
You did so; knowingly or not, in such a way that each... stanza? verse? stands on it's own. No matter what order each is read; it all, the meaning and feeling, is carried through no less beautiful to my eye.

If it wasn't such an honor to be a source of inspiration for you, I'd hate your goddamn fucking guts.

Thank you for writing that original piece which sparked this. It made me cry and smile when I read it, and I knew I wanted to evoke something similar. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to try.

I didn’t notice about the independent stanzas. Huh. Am I secretly a poetry genius? (The answer is “no.”)

If it makes you feel better, I often read your work and hate you for how beautiful it all is. 💜
 
In the past,
I’ve taken you to that clearing in my mind
Covered in a blanket of tiny daisies,
Where sunlight falls soft through canopy leaves,
Tittering birds fly around our heads,
And the spongy earth beneath us
Cushions our bodies.

Today,
We’re walking through it,
The small white flowers with bright yellow centers,
Tickling my ankles and calf as we wander,
Leaving their dewy reminders of the early morning
Like kisses against my skin.

Your hand holding mine
As though it was the first time.

We keep walking,
Finally reaching the pond
At the edge of the clearing
A place where,
As a child I would create boats of fallen leaves
Or small sticks,
And set them sail upon the glassy surface
Imagining being their captain
As they skimmed along.

We stop,
Standing with our toes close to the water,
Breathing in the company
Of our closeness
As the surface of the pool
Reflects the blue sky
And the horizon that separates the two
Is difficult to discern.
 
sleep skin smell soaking

...soon.

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