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

[Moochienanu]

You are strong and beautiful.
Not merely a survivor, but a conqueror.
I am privileged to call you my friend.

......

 

[Moochienanu]

Alright... something lighter, yes?

 

[Moochienanu]

Moon rising over gas station: a personal tale of tail bits

So I was on my way back from a date with Him, and I stopped to gas up my vehicle. I was still a mushy-mess of a human from my encounter just about a half hour before, and the blurriness of my body was felt in every motion. I probably shouldn’t have been driving yet, but I didn’t have time to wait for the subspace to leave my head and that usually takes most of a day anyway... I should say that I stop at the same gas station every time because it feels safe to me: the cashiers are nice and the place is well lit, easy to find/navigate, etc.

The gas tank is on the passenger side of my vehicle, so I parked with that side closest, turned off the car, grabbed my credit card out of my wallet to pay, and walk around the car with my wobbly knees to the pump. I paid and turn from the pump to the car and go to unscrew the cap of the gas tank when I realize I hadn’t popped the door to it. In my head I think: “should I attempt weak-knee walking around the car and back again to flip open the tank door? Nah, I can just do it through the passenger side.”

Now is where I tell you I’m wearing a short skirt and that somewhere during the course of our playtime previously, He removed my soaking, useless panties and I had not yet replaced them with my backup pair.

So I dive, head-first, over the passenger side seat and center console of the car, reaching for the lever to open the tank on the floor by the driver’s side door. Picture in your head, a frazzled woman gasping and reaching across the front seats of her car, bum up... and then I felt the slight breeze against my hot, red bottom...

*This is in the same outfit recreating the bending-reach-motion, after getting home and putting on panties.

 

[Jd192235]

All I remember
Is waking with a pain,
But that’s not odd in my line of work.
I could handle it.
I am tough.

I flipped
And had full days
Fun days
Increasing my intake of relief
For the subtle, constant rise in pain
Until it was unbearable
And touching solid surfaces left me crying.

And by then
The strength was gone too.
I couldn’t
Open anything
Hold anything
Lift anything
Move anything.
Something was terribly wrong.

The MRI was the longest half hour
Of my life
Filled with classic rock
And tears falling down from the corners of my eyes
To the lobes of my ears.
I had to remove my earring for it
And I couldn’t get it back in completely myself.

When they told me, I cried,
Which wasn’t new
Because I was constantly crying at that point.
‘Horrific’ and ‘how are you able to function?’
Came from multiple physician mouths.

Then I lost days.
Torture was everywhere in the form of
Sitting still
Moving around
Touching things
Sleep.
I couldn’t sleep unless I drugged myself
I kept a schedule written on each of my eleven bottles
Watching television reruns
And slowly dying inside:
Digging my hole
Was the only comfort.

You didn’t understand
And thought I was prevaricating
Because you only wanted to see me smile
And it was your birthday,
So screw what I need, right?
I put my hair up the way you liked
And I sang to you
Between tears
I know should have been a sign
Of how wrong we were for each other.

Then relief was in sight
After what felt like an eternity in 14 days
Of so much crippling pain
Which only plagues in a seldom fashion
Now that it is a year in my past
I am left with the scars
That I carry like a badge
And I had a professional replace my earring
So that I feel a bit more back to me.
I also feel the most supported and genuinely cared for
Than I can remember
Since being a child
Told I could be or do anything with my long life ahead of me.

Love this moochie!! Glad you’re in a better place

 

[cinnamonNY]

This is a beautiful and fun thread Thank you for sharing yourself and so much here

 

[Todger65]

So I was on my way back from a date with Him, and I stopped to gas up my vehicle. I was still a mushy-mess of a human from my encounter just about a half hour before, and the blurriness of my body was felt in every motion. I probably shouldn’t have been driving yet, but I didn’t have time to wait for the subspace to leave my head and that usually takes most of a day anyway... I should say that I stop at the same gas station every time because it feels safe to me: the cashiers are nice and the place is well lit, easy to find/navigate, etc.

The gas tank is on the passenger side of my vehicle, so I parked with that side closest, turned off the car, grabbed my credit card out of my wallet to pay, and walk around the car with my wobbly knees to the pump. I paid and turn from the pump to the car and go to unscrew the cap of the gas tank when I realize I hadn’t popped the door to it. In my head I think: “should I attempt weak-knee walking around the car and back again to flip open the tank door? Nah, I can just do it through the passenger side.”

Now is where I tell you I’m wearing a short skirt and that somewhere during the course of our playtime previously, He removed my soaking, useless panties and I had not yet replaced them with my backup pair.

So I dive, head-first, over the passenger side seat and center console of the car, reaching for the lever to open the tank on the floor by the driver’s side door. Picture in your head, a frazzled woman gasping and reaching across the front seats of her car, bum up... and then I felt the slight breeze against my hot, red bottom...

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2074957&stc=1&d=1562503727

*This is in the same outfit recreating the bending-reach-motion, after getting home and putting on panties.

I’m wondering if any other motorists filling up had an eyeful of your beautiful red and still wet rear end.

 

[Moochienanu]

Surreal.

A thought of the way the back of your hand feels
As my fingers move over it
And your palm
Against mine sending electric currents
To my heart.

Galvanic.

A thought of the way your thumb
Moves over my jaw bone
To pull my face closer to yours
Your eyes on mine making me feel
Irrevocably yours.

Found.

A thought of the way my legs find yours
Between the covers
As my skin against yours feels so right
In a bed neither of us know
And is ours forever.

Always.

These thoughts
Shared forever between us,
Twist upon each other
weaving new adventures together.
Never pulled apart.

Intertwined.

 

[peekingone]

So I was on my way back from a date with Him, and I stopped to gas up my vehicle. I was still a mushy-mess of a human from my encounter just about a half hour before, and the blurriness of my body was felt in every motion. I probably shouldn’t have been driving yet, but I didn’t have time to wait for the subspace to leave my head and that usually takes most of a day anyway... I should say that I stop at the same gas station every time because it feels safe to me: the cashiers are nice and the place is well lit, easy to find/navigate, etc.

The gas tank is on the passenger side of my vehicle, so I parked with that side closest, turned off the car, grabbed my credit card out of my wallet to pay, and walk around the car with my wobbly knees to the pump. I paid and turn from the pump to the car and go to unscrew the cap of the gas tank when I realize I hadn’t popped the door to it. In my head I think: “should I attempt weak-knee walking around the car and back again to flip open the tank door? Nah, I can just do it through the passenger side.”

Now is where I tell you I’m wearing a short skirt and that somewhere during the course of our playtime previously, He removed my soaking, useless panties and I had not yet replaced them with my backup pair.

So I dive, head-first, over the passenger side seat and center console of the car, reaching for the lever to open the tank on the floor by the driver’s side door. Picture in your head, a frazzled woman gasping and reaching across the front seats of her car, bum up... and then I felt the slight breeze against my hot, red bottom...

*This is in the same outfit recreating the bending-reach-motion, after getting home and putting on panties.

Oh to have been pumping gas at that time. May not have made it out without pumping myself seeing that lol

 

[Moochienanu]

Okay... I spent most of the night updating my index... so, if you haven’t had a peek recently, or you think you might have missed something, you might want to.

 

[Moochienanu]

The Rowing Song -Roald Dahl

Round the world and home again
That's the sailor's way
Faster faster, faster faster

There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing

Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane a–blowing

Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a–glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing

Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing.

 

[y=mx+b]

I am the God of fuck....

 

[Moochienanu]

Cash in hand and dick on screen, who said God was ever clean?

 

[y=mx+b]

Song's been in my head ever since you posted. Unsure on if I should thank you or damn you.

 

[Moochienanu]

I’d say, whichever comes easier for you.

 

[Moochienanu]

He knows
All of my darkness
As if it was his own
And holds it close
Looking for the holes,
Chinks in my exterior shell,
To sneak through
And expand thoughts
I’ve hidden deep
Where only I know
They could hurt me.

He toys with my mind
Playing games I’ll never win
Because I dig into the doubts
And find truths
In every one...

... why should I let him?

Because I know.

I know that he,
In the end,
Has always been right about me
And what I have
Constantly said to myself
Day after day
Since childhood:

I am not.
I cannot.
And I will never be.

Don’t get me wrong here,
I am many things.
I can do many things.
And I will always be.

But he knows...
Exactly what to say
To make me think the opposite

...and that matchstick of suspicion
Can light a small bush fire
Removing everything else
And allowing me only
Reality:
How much I enjoy pain.

 

[planetbeat_]

He knows
All of my darkness
As if it was his own
And holds it close
Looking for the holes,
Chinks in my exterior shell,
To sneak through
And expand thoughts
I’ve hidden deep
Where only I know
They could hurt me.

He toys with my mind
Playing games I’ll never win
Because I dig into the doubts
And find truths
In every one...

... why should I let him?

Because I know.

I know that he,
In the end,
Has always been right about me
And what I have
Constantly said to myself
Day after day
Since childhood:

I am not.
I cannot.
And I will never be.

Don’t get me wrong here,
I am many things.
I can do many things.
And I will always be.

But he knows...
Exactly what to say
To make me think the opposite

...and that matchstick of suspicion
Can light a small bush fire
Removing everything else
And allowing me only
Reality:
How much I enjoy pain.

Wow.....no matter how often I stop by here to enjoy, think, ponder and be stimulated by all the gifts of yourself that you leave in this wonderful wee space of yours.....it just never ceases to amaze me the way you use your words to paint such images.....it really does leave me breathless

 

[Todger65]

He knows
All of my darkness
As if it was his own
And holds it close
Looking for the holes,
Chinks in my exterior shell,
To sneak through
And expand thoughts
I’ve hidden deep
Where only I know
They could hurt me.

He toys with my mind
Playing games I’ll never win
Because I dig into the doubts
And find truths
In every one...

... why should I let him?

Because I know.

I know that he,
In the end,
Has always been right about me
And what I have
Constantly said to myself
Day after day
Since childhood:

I am not.
I cannot.
And I will never be.

Don’t get me wrong here,
I am many things.
I can do many things.
And I will always be.

But he knows...
Exactly what to say
To make me think the opposite

...and that matchstick of suspicion
Can light a small bush fire
Removing everything else
And allowing me only
Reality:
How much I enjoy pain.

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2075085&stc=1&d=1562696121

Beautiful words Moochie that to me explains why He is right for you.

 

[Moochienanu]

Sunflower - Post Malone and Swae Lee

Every time I'm leavin' on ya
You don't make it easy, no, no
Wish I could be there for ya
Give me a reason to go
Every time I'm walkin' out
I can hear you tellin' me to turn around
Fightin' for my trust and you won't back down
Even if we gotta risk it all right now, oh
I know you're scared of the unknown (known)
You don't wanna be alone (alone)
I know I always come and go (and go)
But it's out of my control

And you'll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're a sunflower
I think your love would be too much
Or you'll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower
You're the sunflower
Yeah

 

[planetbeat_]

Sunflower - Post Malone and Swae Lee

Every time I'm leavin' on ya
You don't make it easy, no, no
Wish I could be there for ya
Give me a reason to go
Every time I'm walkin' out
I can hear you tellin' me to turn around
Fightin' for my trust and you won't back down
Even if we gotta risk it all right now, oh
I know you're scared of the unknown (known)
You don't wanna be alone (alone)
I know I always come and go (and go)
But it's out of my control

And you'll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're a sunflower
I think your love would be too much
Or you'll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower
You're the sunflower
Yeah

Tune, hot sensual image and the Spider-Verse.....this is a wonderful post x

 

[Moochienanu]

Last night
There were a ton of people at the bar
When I first walked in.
The karaoke DJ saw me
And started to put in my song,
Then said, “oh! What’s your last name or initial?”
I told him, but then asked for a reason.
Apparently there were three other girls
Already on the list
Who spelled their names like me
(To clarify, they don’t pronounce it like me, just spelling).

I made a big leap last night,
And told him to call me ‘Moochie’
From now on.
Usually, I reserve it for family
And some friends who know,
And of course you all,
But it was nice to feel more

...me...

When I was called to the mic.

 

[Todger65]

Last night
There were a ton of people at the bar
When I first walked in.
The karaoke DJ saw me
And started to put in my song,
Then said, “oh! What’s your last name or initial?”
I told him, but then asked for a reason.
Apparently there were three other girls
Already on the list
Who spelled their names like me
(To clarify, they don’t pronounce it like me, just spelling).

I made a big leap last night,
And told him to call me ‘Moochie’
From now on.
Usually, I reserve it for family
And some friends who know,
And of course you all,
But it was nice to feel more

...me...

When I was called to the mic.

A nice tale.

I see you opted for a modest catholic school skirt and long socks.

 

[menoone]

Last night
There were a ton of people at the bar
When I first walked in.
The karaoke DJ saw me
And started to put in my song,
Then said, “oh! What’s your last name or initial?”
I told him, but then asked for a reason.
Apparently there were three other girls
Already on the list
Who spelled their names like me
(To clarify, they don’t pronounce it like me, just spelling).

I made a big leap last night,
And told him to call me ‘Moochie’
From now on.
Usually, I reserve it for family
And some friends who know,
And of course you all,
But it was nice to feel more

...me...

When I was called to the mic.

It is good to be oneself. Makes me think (tangentially) of this song. I could not find a good version on YouTube so this is the MP3 uploaded. Del Rey (not to be confused with Lana Del Rey).

 

[planetbeat_]

Last night
There were a ton of people at the bar
When I first walked in.
The karaoke DJ saw me
And started to put in my song,
Then said, “oh! What’s your last name or initial?”
I told him, but then asked for a reason.
Apparently there were three other girls
Already on the list
Who spelled their names like me
(To clarify, they don’t pronounce it like me, just spelling).

I made a big leap last night,
And told him to call me ‘Moochie’
From now on.
Usually, I reserve it for family
And some friends who know,
And of course you all,
But it was nice to feel more

...me...

When I was called to the mic.

Oh dear Gods!!......now I try to read what you have written before....um...appreciating what delightful images you have dropped off, but I will admit freely that it took some time to take in the words, I would love to hear you sing

 

[ohverbatum7]

Now that's a real quirky outfit, which appeals to me, although I would not like to experience a kick from them.
I have heard you voice once in the past and wrote my appreciation for the quality,

 

[ToolbeltTom]

I love the schoolgirl look.