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

Minnesota Fats.

The mentioning of that name, will bring back fond memories of people of a certain age, of the Paul Newman film The Hustler, and of course Jackie Gleason.
 
To elicit a smile

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I know that I’ve talked about this before, but I do enjoy stockings and pantyhose. I enjoy the way they feel, the way they look, the way they rub, the way they go on, the way they peel off, and the way that when I’m touched through them, the texture of them adds something arousing to the act.

I’m glad the weather is getting cooler so I can slowly take them out of their summer home (a squirreled away place in the corner of my very messy closet). I am type A with a lot of things, but for some reason, the inclination toward a clean closet was not ever something that stuck.

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I know that I’ve talked about this before, but I do enjoy stockings and pantyhose. I enjoy the way they feel, the way they look, the way they rub, the way they go on, the way they peel off, and the way that when I’m touched through them, the texture of them adds something arousing to the act.

I’m glad the weather is getting cooler so I can slowly take them out of their summer home (a squirreled away place in the corner of my very messy closet). I am type A with a lot of things, but for some reason, the inclination toward a clean closet was not ever something that stuck.

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Is it really cooling down that much, I’m still in short sleeved shirts. Long sleeves come out when I feel it cooling.

I know the feeling, I love the feel of stockings against my hands, stocking in preference to tights as it’s the contrast in feel of the stocking top and naked thigh that does it for me.
 
I know that I’ve talked about this before, but I do enjoy stockings and pantyhose. I enjoy the way they feel, the way they look, the way they rub, the way they go on, the way they peel off, and the way that when I’m touched through them, the texture of them adds something arousing to the act.

I’m glad the weather is getting cooler so I can slowly take them out of their summer home (a squirreled away place in the corner of my very messy closet). I am type A with a lot of things, but for some reason, the inclination toward a clean closet was not ever something that stuck.

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You are always so beautiful and illicit so many thoughts and fantasies. Truly Moochie... you are one of the most amazing women here on Lit. :heart:
:kiss::rose:
 
I know that I’ve talked about this before, but I do enjoy stockings and pantyhose. I enjoy the way they feel, the way they look, the way they rub, the way they go on, the way they peel off, and the way that when I’m touched through them, the texture of them adds something arousing to the act.

I’m glad the weather is getting cooler so I can slowly take them out of their summer home (a squirreled away place in the corner of my very messy closet). I am type A with a lot of things, but for some reason, the inclination toward a clean closet was not ever something that stuck.

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Liking your style :devil:
 
Dark roast
Dripping through
Filter
French pressed
Aero
Mesh
Creamy smooth
Ground fine
Pour more
Cold brew
Small batch
Special beans
One cup...
or two?

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I’ve had one of the best on and off all day conversations today... I mean, we often have really good conversations all day, but today I don’t want to close my eyes because I don’t want the day to end and to stop chatting. It is the silliest thing, because I also know that He will be in my dreams as I sleep... and when He wakes, He’ll find me... so I’ll half-begrudgingly sleep now... ready for when my eyes open again because it will be sooner than it is now.
 
I’m a little whiskey girl.

Sweet like brown sugar in a blonde brownie: made to be melting on the tongue.

Smoky like a 1950s pool hall: making a rack look better than Minnesota Fats.

Dignified like an elegant mistress: distinguished in manners and etiquette in the presence of others, while an irresistibly smooth tease when alone.

Dark like the night I live in: full of shadows and depth some only dream of.

Warm like a favorite flannel: comfortable, relaxing and perfect to curl up with.

Intoxicating.

Some people can’t get enough,
While others can’t stand the sight.

I can leave others feeling a burn, but usually, I end up searing myself: scorching away the pain like a hot poker in the side, taking my mind off of my other, minor injuries.

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And strong... you are strong like whiskey, :heart:
 
I want to throw a little tantrum;
Throw my body hard against a horizontal surface,
Kicking my arms and legs wildly
And screaming really loud.
I want to shake my head back and forth
With so much violence
It looks like I am nothing but bright red fury.

I am overdue,
And think I may take my leave now
While I still have the wherewithal to.
 
I want to throw a little tantrum;
Throw my body hard against a horizontal surface,
Kicking my arms and legs wildly
And screaming really loud.
I want to shake my head back and forth
With so much violence
It looks like I am nothing but bright red fury.

I am overdue,
And think I may take my leave now
While I still have the wherewithal to.

Ah, that sounds like an outcome you wasn’t looking for.

Talk to me Moochie, that’s overdue as well.
 
I want to throw a little tantrum;
Throw my body hard against a horizontal surface,
Kicking my arms and legs wildly
And screaming really loud.
I want to shake my head back and forth
With so much violence
It looks like I am nothing but bright red fury.

I am overdue,
And think I may take my leave now
While I still have the wherewithal to.

Sometimes we all need to rage, direct it outwards not inwards, :heart:
 
Don’t you know? I’m a Hip Hop protégée.

I won’t quit my day job

“What if?”
Filling my mind,
Ticking away time,
Leaving me spinning
And for you, grinning.
Throw me back against the seat
My body yours to bite and eat.
Your fingers,
They linger...
And I still feel you
Leave me ringing true.

Pull my hair now,
Make my whole body bow,
Whisper succulent vows,
Intricate words about how
You move me
Just the way you need to
Reaching my soul, breaking through
It’s the way I need you.

Fuck,
And the way you make me feel...
Like I’m living in a dream: can it be real?
My overthinking mind saying
It’s too good to be true
I just try to switch it off
Before I turn myself blue.

Did I mention how you rev me up?
Making me feel like your Buttercup.
When you kiss me like that...
It’s like my world goes flat:
Gravity just disappears
Whenever you pull me near.
It’s a surreal experience
I’ve given up trying to make sense.
Falling with me hard now,
Tell it to me out loud,
Keeping me so breathless,
Leaving me the best mess...

Basically, this is a “thank you,”
For everything that you do;
Make me feel so cared for
And always wanting more.
You’re the top of the list,
Darling, you get every kiss.

*drops the mic*

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I won’t quit my day job

“What if?”
Filling my mind,
Ticking away time,
Leaving me spinning
And for you, grinning.
Throw me back against the seat
My body yours to bite and eat.
Your fingers,
They linger...
And I still feel you
Leave me ringing true.

Pull my hair now,
Make my whole body bow,
Whisper succulent vows,
Intricate words about how
You move me
Just the way you need to
Reaching my soul, breaking through
It’s the way I need you.

Fuck,
And the way you make me feel...
Like I’m living in a dream: can it be real?
My overthinking mind saying
It’s too good to be true
I just try to switch it off
Before I turn myself blue.

Did I mention how you rev me up?
Making me feel like your Buttercup.
When you kiss me like that...
It’s like my world goes flat:
Gravity just disappears
Whenever you pull me near.
It’s a surreal experience
I’ve given up trying to make sense.
Falling with me hard now,
Tell it to me out loud,
Keeping me so breathless,
Leaving me the best mess...

Basically, this is a “thank you,”
For everything that you do;
Make me feel so cared for
And always wanting more.
You’re the top of the list,
Darling, you get every kiss.

*drops the mic*

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You read through that a lot faster than I did. ;)
 
I won’t quit my day job

“What if?”
Filling my mind,
Ticking away time,
Leaving me spinning
And for you, grinning.
Throw me back against the seat
My body yours to bite and eat.
Your fingers,
They linger...
And I still feel you
Leave me ringing true.

Pull my hair now,
Make my whole body bow,
Whisper succulent vows,
Intricate words about how
You move me
Just the way you need to
Reaching my soul, breaking through
It’s the way I need you.

Fuck,
And the way you make me feel...
Like I’m living in a dream: can it be real?
My overthinking mind saying
It’s too good to be true
I just try to switch it off
Before I turn myself blue.

Did I mention how you rev me up?
Making me feel like your Buttercup.
When you kiss me like that...
It’s like my world goes flat:
Gravity just disappears
Whenever you pull me near.
It’s a surreal experience
I’ve given up trying to make sense.
Falling with me hard now,
Tell it to me out loud,
Keeping me so breathless,
Leaving me the best mess...

Basically, this is a “thank you,”
For everything that you do;
Make me feel so cared for
And always wanting more.
You’re the top of the list,
Darling, you get every kiss.

*drops the mic*

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That is brilliant. I could hear most of it clearly but read along which helped enormously.
 
I won’t quit my day job

“What if?”
Filling my mind,
Ticking away time,
Leaving me spinning
And for you, grinning.
Throw me back against the seat
My body yours to bite and eat.
Your fingers,
They linger...
And I still feel you
Leave me ringing true.

Pull my hair now,
Make my whole body bow,
Whisper succulent vows,
Intricate words about how
You move me
Just the way you need to
Reaching my soul, breaking through
It’s the way I need you.

Fuck,
And the way you make me feel...
Like I’m living in a dream: can it be real?
My overthinking mind saying
It’s too good to be true
I just try to switch it off
Before I turn myself blue.

Did I mention how you rev me up?
Making me feel like your Buttercup.
When you kiss me like that...
It’s like my world goes flat:
Gravity just disappears
Whenever you pull me near.
It’s a surreal experience
I’ve given up trying to make sense.
Falling with me hard now,
Tell it to me out loud,
Keeping me so breathless,
Leaving me the best mess...

Basically, this is a “thank you,”
For everything that you do;
Make me feel so cared for
And always wanting more.
You’re the top of the list,
Darling, you get every kiss.

*drops the mic*
Let me know if you need a Hype man on stage lol
 
Same thoughts...

Thank you, Will! You’re gonna make me blush again. :D

That is brilliant. I could hear most of it clearly but read along which helped enormously.

I was speaking rather quickly, so I’m glad you caught most of it. Thank you. I was actually rather nervous about this piece for a bit, but it seems to be well received.

Let me know if you need a Hype man on stage lol

Hehe! So, I have a story... I was a bit inspired to write this piece because I went to a hip hop concert Saturday night in the big city and heard tons of men with mad skills on stage shooting rhymes... and every one: every single person on that stage all night (the concert was HOURS long and included MCs, Hype men, and Reggae singers too) was a male-presenting human. There were all different cultural representations and races on stage, but I walked away thinking about the demographic they didn’t hit: women. I also left the concert in quite a state of awe because there was some serious old-school talent on stage as well as some up-and-coming wonders... I don’t usually rhyme (I have a running joke about how bad I am at form poetry and rhyming for a reason - it’s true), but I went home from that show and thought: “what if I tried it once?”

Maybe this once is enough for now,
But I still enjoyed the empowerment I felt leaving the show...
And maybe I do need a hype man...
But I know one who might win that job before you, sorry. ;)
 
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