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

[ohverbatum7]

Is this person only in your imagination? you have so much love to give.

That poor Teddy has been well loved, Is he part of your love life?

 

[Moochienanu]

Oh I am way beyond that point......

Good. My evil little plan is working... *maniacal laughter*

Hey gorgeous. It's been a while. You look fucking amazing. Thanks for sharing!

Hey Red! Glad you found me. It’s my pleasure.

I know you are lovely, my protective momma instinct kicks in sometimes. Lit is probably not the place for that...

. It’s never the wrong time to share concern and caring.

Thanks for sharing the sexy pics, your stomach as me wanting to kiss and nibble all over it. Hope I can be that forward. Have a great night and thanks again.

1. You’re welcome. 2. Being this kind of forward without really knowing you does actually make me feel awkward... I mean, He tells me this and I giggle and lift my shirt for him... you tell me this and my stranger danger alarms go off (and I think that’s kinda a coping mechanism? Something inside me to keep me safe?). I don’t mean to be rude or anything, you just sorta asked in a way, so I thought I would honestly tell you... *shuffles off stage left*

 

[Moochienanu]

Sweet dreams!!

Thanks I hope you had/are having great dreams too!

https://i.imgur.com/PbZ6yG6.jpg

She's my .... Cherry Pie

Goodnight sweet Moochie... I know I am late and you'll be reading this in the morning, so I hope you had a goodnight.

I knew the song before I clicked the link: priceless. Thanks for the smiles first thing this morning.

It takes a special sort of lady to celebrate Pi. but by looking at your shape pie is not part of your diet.

I love sweets and pie. I made pot pie for dinner last night in celebration of Pi day, but I think I may go to a diner for a piece of sweet pie (apple?) today to make things official.

 

[Moochienanu]

And connections of consciousness can be the hottest connections of all. As always dear girl your words stimulate the parts others words cannot hope to reach, wonderful. The visual stimulation got me too xx

I do like the idea of melding minds in every sense of the term... sometimes you just know someone well enough you seem to be able to tell what the other is thinking before they have to say it aloud... that is the best.

Now you're speaking to my soul. Sleep is that cruel temptress that is so hard to obtain. Very eloquently put Moochie.
The shared picture of your lack of sleep, is a visual stimulant of it's own variety. While it does convey the frustration of the hunt for sleep; the desire to cuddle up with you and hold you in my arms also comes to the forefront of my mind.
((HUGGLES))

My struggle with sleep is not a new one... I often find myself wishing to trap it, bottle it up, and use it generously when needed. I am always on the quest to find the elusive sleep and it makes me happy to know I’m not always alone.

Is this person only in your imagination? you have so much love to give.

That poor Teddy has been well loved, Is he part of your love life?

Only in my imagination? Sometimes I do wonder about that, but I am fairly certain most of my missives have subject... this last one was a personification of sleep, so perhaps imaginary in more ways than one.

Manni is well loved and loved well. If you suggest he is perhaps a part of foreplay or something, no... he’s an innocent bystander usually. Manni tends to be my sleep/snuggle partner when I sleep. I have written about Manni before In this post.

 

[MrDevereaux]

Mind if I take a seat and pay attention to the thread?

 

[planetbeat_]

I do like the idea of melding minds in every sense of the term... sometimes you just know someone well enough you seem to be able to tell what the other is thinking before they have to say it aloud... that is the best.

Oh I do agree completely I hope you are having a perfect day or as near to perfect as reasonably possible

 

[ohverbatum7]

First time I have read that engaging story, Did you continue with your stage career?

 

[Blueeyesrenee]

Thanks I hope you had/are having great dreams too!

All depends on who visits my dreams!
Happy Friday!!!

 

[Moochienanu]

Mind if I take a seat and pay attention to the thread?

Come on in, the water’s fine. (I was discussing with a friend recently about how I am obviously a fish because of my love for the rain, but at the same time I have no idea how to swim... so I am a fish which cannot swim... shall we discuss that? Best get comfy, it could be quite the doozie).

Oh I do agree completely I hope you are having a perfect day or as near to perfect as reasonably possible

Today was actually so much better (so far) than yesterday... went to the library (always a good time) and to the pool (under duress and due to the toddler). Going to have delicious burgers for dinner while watching cartoons... so yay!

First time I have read that engaging story, Did you continue with your stage career?

Haha! For everyone else’s health, no. I do have a ton of friends in the theater including my bestie who is currently working on a huge broadway musical. The closest I get to the biz anymore is every February... and I get to run crew, not be on the stage.

All depends on who visits my dreams!
Happy Friday!!!

Ain’t that the truth, sister!

 

[planetbeat_]

Today was actually so much better (so far) than yesterday... went to the library (always a good time) and to the pool (under duress and due to the toddler). Going to have delicious burgers for dinner while watching cartoons...

Well so much more exciting than my day, tried to go for a decent walk and got beat by the wind and the cold.....and did I mention the wind, oh how I hate the wind... I need springtime

 

[Moochienanu]

He was handsome. A young 60-something. He didn’t eat quite the diet he should, but took his vitamins and went for walks with his girlfriend daily. He was planning to ask her to marry him during their cruise to the Caribbean coming up in April.

She hadn’t made it to the emergency room yet, but knew something must have been really wrong if he went willingly to see a doctor without her pushing him to.
The nurse on the other end of the line wouldn’t tell her what was happening when she called, just that it was important for her to get there soon and that he needed her. She called his two adult daughters. One was able to pick her up on the way to the hospital. Her hands shook as she sat in the passenger seat. She wasn’t sure why. She held one hand in the other and pressed them to her lap, clutching her purse handle to steady them as best she could.

Laying on the emergency room stretcher, he kept hearing so many words he didn’t understand. There was something wrong. What was wrong? Was it his heart? No. His bowels, it seemed. Something about a big blood vessel? Wasn’t the aorta part of the heart, though? He was able to grab a nurse by the sleeve, pulling her face down to his. The nurse smelled like vanilla or something sweet... not like the hospital at all, and she was quite pretty. Too young and pretty to be there in the middle of his nightmare. He asked her to call his girlfriend. The nurse patted his hand and smiled, reassuring him she already had called and that his girlfriend was on her way. His vision kept narrowing. He was hyper-focused on listening for her. Her soft voice. He needed to hear her now over the din of the beeps and squeezing noises of machines and bustling people all talking so quickly around him.

They had to move fast. They told her she had only an elevator ride with him and then they would need to rush to surgery. Surgery? What was wrong? Someone explained, but she still didn’t understand, and everyone had that look in their eyes that made her core go cold. She went into the room with the nurse who started moving the stretcher he was on immediately. She grabbed hold of his hand. It was chilly. Walking next to the bed, she shouldered a bag of his things along with her own purse. In the other she held his hand, wanting to feel a connection with him as best she could. He was limp. She was just saying things now. Talking at him about anything and everything she could think of... she said things she needed him to hear as they entered an elevator. The seconds she had left with him before surgery were slipping away. He was covered in wires and the beeping filled the elevator with them. There seemed like so many people in that elevator. Too many. What was even happening? This was all wrong.

He squeezed her hand or thought he did, and tried to focus his watery eyes on her. He could feel her there. She was so upset. He could tell. He wanted to tell her it was all going to be alright. That he would always be here and hers, but for some reason it was all he could do now to breathe.

In and out.
In...
... and out

Her voice was his last real memory.

In...

Such sadness.

... out

Quiet so that no one can hear her but him.

In...

So much truth in it.

... out

It was all he needed to hear.

In.

“I need you. Please, Don’t leave me. I love you.”

 

[ohverbatum7]

a huge broadway musical.

Plenty of free tickets?

 

[Moochienanu]

Well so much more exciting than my day, tried to go for a decent walk and got beat by the wind and the cold.....and did I mention the wind, oh how I hate the wind... I need springtime

It’s coming, just have to be patient...

a huge broadway musical.

Plenty of free tickets?

She’s offered, I just need some time off of work and a ticket to fly there...

 

[RustyIron]

He was handsome. A young 60-something. He didn’t eat quite the diet he should, but took his vitamins and went for walks with his girlfriend daily. He was planning to ask her to marry him during their cruise to the Caribbean coming up in April.

She hadn’t made it to the emergency room yet, but knew something must have been really wrong if he went willingly to see a doctor without her pushing him to.
The nurse on the other end of the line wouldn’t tell her what was happening when she called, just that it was important for her to get there soon and that he needed her. She called his two adult daughters. One was able to pick her up on the way to the hospital. Her hands shook as she sat in the passenger seat. She wasn’t sure why. She held one hand in the other and pressed them to her lap, clutching her purse handle to steady them as best she could.

Laying on the emergency room stretcher, he kept hearing so many words he didn’t understand. There was something wrong. What was wrong? Was it his heart? No. His bowels, it seemed. Something about a big blood vessel? Wasn’t the aorta part of the heart, though? He was able to grab a nurse by the sleeve, pulling her face down to his. The nurse smelled like vanilla or something sweet... not like the hospital at all, and she was quite pretty. Too young and pretty to be there in the middle of his nightmare. He asked her to call his girlfriend. The nurse patted his hand and smiled, reassuring him she already had called and that his girlfriend was on her way. His vision kept narrowing. He was hyper-focused on listening for her. Her soft voice. He needed to hear her now over the din of the beeps and squeezing noises of machines and bustling people all talking so quickly around him.

They had to move fast. They told her she had only an elevator ride with him and then they would need to rush to surgery. Surgery? What was wrong? Someone explained, but she still didn’t understand, and everyone had that look in their eyes that made her core go cold. She went into the room with the nurse who started moving the stretcher he was on immediately. She grabbed hold of his hand. It was chilly. Walking next to the bed, she shouldered a bag of his things along with her own purse. In the other she held his hand, wanting to feel a connection with him as best she could. He was limp. She was just saying things now. Talking at him about anything and everything she could think of... she said things she needed him to hear as they entered an elevator. The seconds she had left with him before surgery were slipping away. He was covered in wires and the beeping filled the elevator with them. There seemed like so many people in that elevator. Too many. What was even happening? This was all wrong.

He squeezed her hand or thought he did, and tried to focus his watery eyes on her. He could feel her there. She was so upset. He could tell. He wanted to tell her it was all going to be alright. That he would always be here and hers, but for some reason it was all he could do now to breathe.

In and out.
In...
... and out

Her voice was his last real memory.

In...

Such sadness.

... out

Quiet so that no one can hear her but him.

In...

So much truth in it.

... out

It was all he needed to hear.

In.

“I need you. Please, Don’t leave me. I love you.”

Wow, deja vu. So much of this is so real for me.

 

[planetbeat_]

He was handsome. A young 60-something. He didn’t eat quite the diet he should, but took his vitamins and went for walks with his girlfriend daily. He was planning to ask her to marry him during their cruise to the Caribbean coming up in April.

She hadn’t made it to the emergency room yet, but knew something must have been really wrong if he went willingly to see a doctor without her pushing him to.
The nurse on the other end of the line wouldn’t tell her what was happening when she called, just that it was important for her to get there soon and that he needed her. She called his two adult daughters. One was able to pick her up on the way to the hospital. Her hands shook as she sat in the passenger seat. She wasn’t sure why. She held one hand in the other and pressed them to her lap, clutching her purse handle to steady them as best she could.

Laying on the emergency room stretcher, he kept hearing so many words he didn’t understand. There was something wrong. What was wrong? Was it his heart? No. His bowels, it seemed. Something about a big blood vessel? Wasn’t the aorta part of the heart, though? He was able to grab a nurse by the sleeve, pulling her face down to his. The nurse smelled like vanilla or something sweet... not like the hospital at all, and she was quite pretty. Too young and pretty to be there in the middle of his nightmare. He asked her to call his girlfriend. The nurse patted his hand and smiled, reassuring him she already had called and that his girlfriend was on her way. His vision kept narrowing. He was hyper-focused on listening for her. Her soft voice. He needed to hear her now over the din of the beeps and squeezing noises of machines and bustling people all talking so quickly around him.

They had to move fast. They told her she had only an elevator ride with him and then they would need to rush to surgery. Surgery? What was wrong? Someone explained, but she still didn’t understand, and everyone had that look in their eyes that made her core go cold. She went into the room with the nurse who started moving the stretcher he was on immediately. She grabbed hold of his hand. It was chilly. Walking next to the bed, she shouldered a bag of his things along with her own purse. In the other she held his hand, wanting to feel a connection with him as best she could. He was limp. She was just saying things now. Talking at him about anything and everything she could think of... she said things she needed him to hear as they entered an elevator. The seconds she had left with him before surgery were slipping away. He was covered in wires and the beeping filled the elevator with them. There seemed like so many people in that elevator. Too many. What was even happening? This was all wrong.

He squeezed her hand or thought he did, and tried to focus his watery eyes on her. He could feel her there. She was so upset. He could tell. He wanted to tell her it was all going to be alright. That he would always be here and hers, but for some reason it was all he could do now to breathe.

In and out.
In...
... and out

Her voice was his last real memory.

In...

Such sadness.

... out

Quiet so that no one can hear her but him.

In...

So much truth in it.

... out

It was all he needed to hear.

In.

“I need you. Please, Don’t leave me. I love you.”

Wow dear girl, that is some wonderful piece of writing, about 15 years ago I was in this very situation and you captured it perfectly, the confusion, the fear.....Christ you have left me quite breathless.....bravo, your talents know no bounds

 

[Moochienanu]

I’m worried.
Always anxious:
Did I say the wrong thing?
Do the wrong thing?
Write something upsetting?

And I know it’s not important
Or shouldn’t be
To look to anyone else for real discussion,
But I do crave it.
I Want to talk about so many things
I want you to pull me up onto your lap,
Cuddle me close
And just discuss anything with me...

Or not.
We could just snuggle.

Let me head fall in that spot it is meant to be
Right on your chest under your clavicle
Your arms around me holding me
Hands absently, slowly running up and down my arm or thigh.

Happy, content sighs as we don’t discuss a damn thing
But tell each other everything we need to know.

 

[InTheFade]

I’m worried.
Always anxious:
Did I say the wrong thing?
Do the wrong thing?
Write something upsetting?

And I know it’s not important
Or shouldn’t be
To look to anyone else for real discussion,
But I do crave it.
I Want to talk about so many things
I want you to pull me up onto your lap,
Cuddle me close
And just discuss anything with me...

Or not.
We could just snuggle.

Let me head fall in that spot it is meant to be
Right on your chest under your clavicle
Your arms around me holding me
Hands absently, slowly running up and down my arm or thigh.

Happy, content sighs as we don’t discuss a damn thing
But tell each other everything we need to know.

deal

you start

because

I don't know anything

 

[planetbeat_]

...Happy, content sighs as we don’t discuss a damn thing
But tell each other everything we need to know.

I love that, the unspoken but at the same time saying everything that needs to be said just by contact.

Have a great Saturday lovely xxx

 

[Todger65]

I’m worried.
Always anxious:
Did I say the wrong thing?
Do the wrong thing?
Write something upsetting?

And I know it’s not important
Or shouldn’t be
To look to anyone else for real discussion,
But I do crave it.
I Want to talk about so many things
I want you to pull me up onto your lap,
Cuddle me close
And just discuss anything with me...

Or not.
We could just snuggle.

Let me head fall in that spot it is meant to be
Right on your chest under your clavicle
Your arms around me holding me
Hands absently, slowly running up and down my arm or thigh.

Happy, content sighs as we don’t discuss a damn thing
But tell each other everything we need to know.

This is the thing I miss most. Just holding someone snuggled in tight, caressing some skin in a non sexual way. No words need to be spoken as the body contact says it all.

 

[Willingtoshare]

I’m worried.
Always anxious:
Did I say the wrong thing?
Do the wrong thing?
Write something upsetting?

And I know it’s not important
Or shouldn’t be
To look to anyone else for real discussion,
But I do crave it.
I Want to talk about so many things
I want you to pull me up onto your lap,
Cuddle me close
And just discuss anything with me...

Or not.
We could just snuggle.

Let me head fall in that spot it is meant to be
Right on your chest under your clavicle
Your arms around me holding me
Hands absently, slowly running up and down my arm or thigh.

Happy, content sighs as we don’t discuss a damn thing
But tell each other everything we need to know.

*sighs...perfect.

 

[whistler1]

You’re so very Important.
I know you are.
You’re like the unobtainable key at the end of the most arduous dungeon... and yet, I seem unable to use you.
You are just out of my reach
Behind your own bars: I can see you, reach in, but not wrap my hands around you.

How do I get you to be mine?
Offer up a change in my chemistry?
I can try that,
But I fear it will cause us to meld together and I will never be able to leave you when it is necessary.
What if I try to exhaust every other way to you?
This may also work, but my body isn’t what it used to be, and working it that hard without help may cause unwanted repercussions.

Quit causing me such pain.
It feels like anguish to be here
Without you
When you’re so very close.
Needing you
And hearing your sadistic laugh at me from across the room
Making that longing for you grow stronger.

I want to be able to seduce you.
To have you
Come to me
Instead of being forced every time to find my own path to you.
I want you to venture closer to my embrace.
Allow me to hold you, just for a moment.
Feel my body melt into you through the barrier that divides us: consciousness.

Very eloquently put - and I can relate...

“O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?”
― William Shakespeare

 

[Blueeyesrenee]

I’m worried.
Always anxious:
Did I say the wrong thing?
Do the wrong thing?
Write something upsetting?

And I know it’s not important
Or shouldn’t be
To look to anyone else for real discussion,
But I do crave it.
I Want to talk about so many things
I want you to pull me up onto your lap,
Cuddle me close
And just discuss anything with me...

Or not.
We could just snuggle.

Let me head fall in that spot it is meant to be
Right on your chest under your clavicle
Your arms around me holding me
Hands absently, slowly running up and down my arm or thigh.

Happy, content sighs as we don’t discuss a damn thing
But tell each other everything we need to know.

Felt like you read mind.
There's someone I'd love to say this too. *sighs*

 

[Moochienanu]

I am in need of a handprint on my ass...






Preferably yours.

That is all.









...For now.

 

[planetbeat_]

I am in need of a handprint on my ass...






Preferably yours.

That is all.








...For now.

*Spank* Such a delicious ass *rubs gently* such a beautiful ass *spanks harder*

 

[pvt_addiction]

I am in need of a handprint on my ass...






Preferably yours.

That is all.









...For now.

How about one print on each cheek?