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

[Moochienanu]

I see the bit, where’s the bridle and reins, spurs and crop.

I love your self nipple abuse, but I think my teeth might be better.

Mmmm... now you have me thinking about asking for a nice bite mark...

 

[Todger65]

Mmmm... now you have me thinking about asking for a nice bite mark...

Marks top and bottom on the sift skin surrounding your nipple would show up nicely. I much prefer to use my teeth on the nipple itself but I doubt the marks would show due to the darker skin

 

[ohverbatum7]

gagged

You have such a way with words, so succinct.

 

[Moochienanu]

gagged

You have such a way with words, so succinct.

Hmmm... and here I thought I was too verbose... but if you think I’m closer to pithy, I won’t argue with you.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

I was visiting my sister who has a farm. Her tack room inspires me. Perhaps it is the smell of leather and the thought of metal. This was one of the only bits not on a halter and easily photographed.

Ah, I see. I was thinking it was from your personal collection. Perhaps it's because I was one of those girls who went through a "horse phase" (and never really grew out of it, just developed a *serious* allergy as an adult ), but I love the smell and feel of saddles and tack. The soft supple leather. The hard, smooth, sometimes weighty metal. Not a far leap from the sensual to the erotic. Riding and being ridden. The saddle spreading one's thighs. The pommel rubbing against the lips. The use of tack and other tools where the purpose of each item can range from gentle suggestion to control and discipline.

Your photo really piqued my imagination. Thank you.

 

[Moochienanu]

Butterfly

From this distance
I see what you can
About the need to
Destroy something beautiful
For the love of it.
Like entomologists
Who stick pins
Through the abdomens
Of the most
Colourful creatures
After using
Deadly gas upon them.

I want to kick and scream
Try and get away
From these feelings
You fill me with
And hold tight to me
Not allowing escape
Of your strong grasp,
Though I am pummeling your chest.
I need this fight.
Not because I meant pain
But because I need to know
I can still put up
A decent resistance
However futile it was to begin with.

Gather me up
When I finally go slack,
No longer flapping my iridescent wings,
Resigned to your hold upon me.
Study what you’ve done
Admire the intricacies of my carapace
Dissect my body
Pull apart at the joints
Enjoy the carnage
Of ruined beauty
And pin me through in the most luxurious manner.

 

[Moochienanu]

It is tomorrow
And I am impatient
With thoughts of the near future
Filling my mind with
So many memories
That will make my last sleep difficult
Because I am impatient
With tomorrow being where it is
Still not today
I want it now.

 

[Joxlrg]

Link

Moochie.. Your last pic link ( I want it now) is broken. Just to let you know

 

[ohverbatum7]

full cheek, double jointed, snaffle with a copper roller for a horse.

You speak a language that the stranger doesn't know.
With apologies to: Arthur Colahan, Galway Bay.

 

[Moochienanu]

Moochie.. Your last pic link ( I want it now) is broken. Just to let you know

All fixed, hopefully. Sorry about that.

 

[Joxlrg]

It workerd just Great.. And Thank You

 

[RustyIron]

Shall we keep the party going and have everyone dancing...

Everywhere?

Oh Yeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss it

 

[DarcyUK777]

From this distance
I see what you can
About the need to
Destroy something beautiful
For the love of it.
Like entomologists
Who stick pins
Through the abdomens
Of the most
Colourful creatures
After using
Deadly gas upon them.

I want to kick and scream
Try and get away
From these feelings
You fill me with
And hold tight to me
Not allowing escape
Of your strong grasp,
Though I am pummeling your chest.
I need this fight.
Not because I meant pain
But because I need to know
I can still put up
A decent resistance
However futile it was to begin with.

Gather me up
When I finally go slack,
No longer flapping my iridescent wings,
Resigned to your hold upon me.
Study what you’ve done
Admire the intricacies of my carapace
Dissect my body
Pull apart at the joints
Enjoy the carnage
Of ruined beauty
And pin me through in the most luxurious manner.

It is tomorrow
And I am impatient
With thoughts of the near future
Filling my mind with
So many memories
That will make my last sleep difficult
Because I am impatient
With tomorrow being where it is
Still not today
I want it now.

Sublime... nothing more to say really

 

[Moochienanu]

Oh Yeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss it

I love it too, it’s my favorite Fleetwood Mac song. What’s yours?

 

[DarcyUK777]

I love it too, it’s my favorite Fleetwood Mac song. What’s yours?

The Chain, closely followed by the whole rumours album

Love the beat at the start of Tusk also... seen them live 3 times and one of the best bands around.

 

[Joxlrg]

Running Through The Garden

 

[ohverbatum7]

Cannot make up my mind, is it a short bladed sword, or a dagger: it's not a sgian-dubh? as that is a single bladed dagger, as much as I admire the piercing, I cringe at the pain of of it being inserted.

 

[Moochienanu]

The Chain, closely followed by the whole rumours album

Love the beat at the start of Tusk also... seen them live 3 times and one of the best bands around.

Rumors. I convinced a friend who had never heard it before to buy it on vinyl and after hearing it, thanked me profusely. Never Going Back Again with that banjo? Amaze-balls.

 

[wrant]

Rumors. I convinced a friend who had never heard it before to buy it on vinyl and after hearing it, thanked me profusely. Never Going Back Again with that banjo? Amaze-balls.

One of the greatest albums ever put to vinyl.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

It is tomorrow
And I am impatient
With thoughts of the near future
Filling my mind with
So many memories
That will make my last sleep difficult
Because I am impatient
With tomorrow being where it is
Still not today
I want it now.

Love the poem!

Love the dagger!

 

[HonorableRogue]

It is tomorrow
And I am impatient
With thoughts of the near future
Filling my mind with
So many memories
That will make my last sleep difficult
Because I am impatient
With tomorrow being where it is
Still not today
I want it now.

Dagger in the Mind

The artist in me love the picture.
The mathematician in sees two points that define a line (that my eye follow).
The engineer in me winders, how do the daggers stay in?
The spy in me thinks you need a nice cloak to go with those nice daggers.

Cheers

 

[Moochienanu]

I was introduced to this band by my best friend from high school who had been surfing something about the Kennedy family and found them (they have a rather good song titled ‘Kennedy’). Anyway, he burned me two of their CDs and I bought tickets to see them live in an awesome Seattle venue (The Crocodile cafe, if you must know). I fell in love with up-close, live music then. It really is the best to feel your chest vibrate with the bass and be close enough to catch a thrown pick or see the lead singer vomit during the middle of a song (That artist was so hardcore!).

Anyway... this is actually a story for you, and this is why: I was driving home today and this song came on in my car mix, and I do feel alive for ten more minutes with you.

Ten more minutes with you

I don't know who you are
But now somehow you're breaking my heart
And I don't know where you are, are
But like a drug lift me up to the stars

It's why I'm feeling alive, it's the first time
Here's hoping this day won't end
I don't know, now, what to do, I don't care
I need 10 more minutes with you
10 more minutes with you
10 more minutes with you

I don't know what you are
But one look and I'm hooked from the start
Now I'm falling apart
That's what you get for falling in love

Tonight I'd look in her eyes for the first time
Here's hoping this pain will end
I don't know, now, what to do, I don't care
I need 10 more minutes with you
10 more minutes with you
10 more minutes with you

If you want to then you've got to
It's what you live for, it's what you live for
So what you lived for it, would you die for it?
I'm alive for 10 more minutes, oh

If you want to then you got to
10 more minutes with you
If you want to then you got to
10 more minutes with you
If you want to, now you got it all
10 more minutes with you

 

[Moochienanu]

You have left my skin
With a fresh memory feeling
Your hand in my hair
The look in your eyes
I want more

Your touch against my cheeks
Still tangible there
As the first kiss
We both couldn’t wait for
I want more

Your lips have ruined me
For kissing anyone else
Because the hunger
And passion I feel there
I want more

Your hand falling
On my ass
Just the once as I’m across your lap
To tell me you will, but when you want
I want more

Your body pressing into mine
As my hips move to yours
And your hand against my back
Pulling me closer
I want more

You’re what makes a fresh memory feeling
last until our next memories are made.

 

[peekingone]

You have left my skin
With a fresh memory feeling
Your hand in my hair
The look in your eyes
I want more

Your touch against my cheeks
Still tangible there
As the first kiss
We both couldn’t wait for
I want more

Your lips have ruined me
For kissing anyone else
Because the hunger
And passion I feel there
I want more

Your hand falling
On my ass
Just the once as I’m across your lap
To tell me you will, but when you want
I want more

Your body pressing into mine
As my hips move to yours
And your hand against my back
Pulling me closer
I want more

You’re what makes a fresh memory feeling
last until our next memories are made.

Mmmm morning spank then a nice kiss

 

[ohverbatum7]

Ten more minutes with you

Really liked this track.