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

[AngelicaS1780]

I have to tell you about the inspiration for the celebration post because it was the cutest thing: after you and I discussed that I should continue in this thread, I asked Daddy how He thought I should celebrate the day. Now, to give some context: we were also discussing how I like to take my shirt off in the car, how He leaves me speechless sometimes, and how He had to get going into work, so when He just threw a message at me that read “hmm, word play on threads becoming a sweater?” It took me a few hours to even figure out what He was suggesting.
Anyways, I just got off work and saw He’s seen the post. My message telling me? “and I will take some credit for a truly beautiful post. Thank you.” I have the most adorable inspiration....

Well, it's important to give credit where credit is due.

 

[Moochienanu]

I am currently sitting in a tub covered in bath crayon scribbles,
Filled with blue water and floating bits of seaweed that look like detritus
Contemplating what might help me drive my way out of Dumpty Town.

May I put out an APB for chocolates?
Imma need some STAT...

Image removed on 3/21/22

(I’m letting you finish that last sentence for yourself)

 

[blade_rocknut]

The last time,
I started
In a place of unsure casting,
But I pulled the end of the skein,
And unraveled a story worth reading.

I was thrown off course,
Dropped stitches,
And ended up with only half a sock.

I then finished a year,
Dropped the entire thread,
Incomplete sock and all,
And picked up this new project to try my hand at.

Now, I know how to knit.
I learned it while in my first High School play.
Pearl, knit.
Yeah, I can do it,
Although my crochet is better.
So I started new.

This time my thread was supported in the background.
You, with me, have seen how this project has grown.
Held together with a stronger stitch
Than I even thought possible.

I’ve been throwing the thread over my hook
Almost every day,
Pulling the lines through,
And am often returned with a row to be proud of.

Everything I have created,
Even in my uncertainty and despair here
Has been worth the time
And all the creative effort.

So today,
On my thread’s day,
I thank the one that cares for me,
Binds me,
Holds me together,
Hears me cry when no one else will,
And holds me close even when I am a mess.

You are the one who allowed this thread
To be crocheted together
Into an amazing sweater.

I'm just here for the tits.
.
.
.
Ok, ok...maybe I like some other stuff, too.

Thanks for letting us have a peek, lovely.

 

[ErosMyMuse]

Smells Like Kid Spirit ...I love blue waters

I am currently sitting in a tub covered in bath crayon scribbles,
Filled with blue water and floating bits of seaweed that look like detritus
Contemplating what might help me drive my way out of Dumpty Town.

May I put out an APB for chocolates?
Imma need some STAT...

(I’m letting you finish that last sentence for yourself)

Moochi! I'm new here... but not to your Missives. Did I actually find the end...? (for today) I've been weeping and laughing while reading through your thousands of posts! (Not each one, of course... well, not yet!) Your photos are wonderful - and hot! As is your Erotic Poem

Your Missives have crushed my heart so many times I've lost count (Story of Love, Heartache...); but you've given me some smiles through my tears too! God don't stop! Don't ever stop!

E.-

(If possible, please check Private Messages Re: 'I Drink Today' - Subject line: Did I Get It Right?)

 

[Moochienanu]

I'm just here for the tits.
.
.
.
Ok, ok...maybe I like some other stuff, too.

Thanks for letting us have a peek, lovely.

My tits are what bring you in, my melancholy melodic meanderings keep you coming back... well, okay... and the continued promise of tits

Moochi! I'm new here... but not to your Missives. Did I actually find the end...? (for today) I've been weeping and laughing while reading through your thousands of posts! (Not each one, of course... well, not yet!) Your photos are wonderful - and hot! As is your Erotic Poem

Your Missives have crushed my heart so many times I've lost count (Story of Love, Heartache...); but you've given me some smiles through my tears too! God don't stop! Don't ever stop!

E.-

(If possible, please check Private Messages Re: 'I Drink Today' - Subject line: Did I Get It Right?)

Eros,

Congrats on reaching the end of my thread (for now)! Many cannot say they have been through it all (I could probably count on one hand the people I am certain have read this whole thing). If you are eager for history, you can visit my MUSINGS, the first thread I started here and abandoned on 3/11/2019 for this current meandering thread.

I am glad you’re enjoying my writing. I will continue until I no longer care to, and the impulse to write no longer fulfills my unarticulatable needs. Who knows when that might be?

Moochie

 

[Todger65]

I am currently sitting in a tub covered in bath crayon scribbles,
Filled with blue water and floating bits of seaweed that look like detritus
Contemplating what might help me drive my way out of Dumpty Town.

May I put out an APB for chocolates?
Imma need some STAT...

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2092058&stc=1&d=1583962207

(I’m letting you finish that last sentence for yourself)

I missed this post yesterday, maybe my mind is elsewhere, my son hasn’t been too bright this week.

Bath time is always good, unfortunately a luxury I miss. I had to replace the bath with a level access shower as I can no longer get my leg over the edge. Mind you, I’ve not had my ‘leg over’ for several years now.

 

[Moochienanu]

The whole house bellows,
Shaking unhappily,
With each crashing wave of wind.

It’s as though the weather heard
About the apocalypse,
And wanted to add it’s own symptoms
To get the world looking like a real mess.

My body heard about it too,
Has decided to send out flares of pain
Through my numbed left fingers.
I should be happy to feel more there,
But instead I’m emotionally numb.

 

[Todger65]

The whole house bellows,
Shaking unhappily,
With each crashing wave of wind.

It’s as though the weather heard
About the apocalypse,
And wanted to add it’s own symptoms
To get the world looking like a real mess.

My body heard about it too,
Has decided to send out flares of pain
Through my numbed left fingers.
I should be happy to feel more there,
But instead I’m emotionally numb.

Having to weather an internal storm.

 

[Moochienanu]

Bare skin
Reddened by your hand
A finger touching lightly
Over curves of muscles
Shiver-inducing need.

Asked questions
With soft replies
Of strong hands holding hips
Keeping time
With a skipping beat.

Forgotten consciousness
Left behind for even a moment
Letting go the only way
With a whisper of ‘Yes’
On the tips of more than tongues.

Drift away
Into a seamless wonder
Where the only thing that matters
Did matter
Will matter
Is held tight against
While
You are buried deep within.

Image removed on 3/21/22

 

[Moochienanu]

360

I snuck a glance today
Out the window
Into a world I thought I knew
Better than I do.

I decided not to get dressed
Without a reason to,
It seemed acceptable.

I wore an old maternity shirt
And cotton panties
All day long.

I watched vapid television
That allowed my mind to wander
On whatever it felt like.

My body, asleep too late
And awake too early,
Wanted to find rest.

I laid in bed for hours
Without finding
The anticipated solace
Between the flannel sheets.

I laid in bed for hours
And, instead of sleep,
My mind spun around
With thoughts of many things:

You
Work worries
You
Definitions of beauty and ugliness
You
Chores that need to be done
You
My family
You
What the future holds
You
The pain and why it persists
You
Morbidity and mortality
You
Existence
And always, you.

Image removed on 3/21/22

 

[Todger65]

Oh Moochie, I’m at a loss for words at this terrible time. You being in the medical profession makes it harder, but worse still is the likelihood of being with Him face to face in the near future is slim due to the isolations being introduced.

We 3 here are under threat of full isolation, purely due to our age and my sons being profoundly disabled, and for the full duration of the virus threat. I have no idea when I will see my kids or grandkids face to face again, or be allowed to leave my house.

I hope we all pull through this physically unharmed at least.

Take care of yourself. Thinking of you.

 

[Moochienanu]

Oh Moochie, I’m at a loss for words at this terrible time. You being in the medical profession makes it harder, but worse still is the likelihood of being with Him face to face in the near future is slim due to the isolations being introduced.

We 3 here are under threat of full isolation, purely due to our age and my sons being profoundly disabled, and for the full duration of the virus threat. I have no idea when I will see my kids or grandkids face to face again, or be allowed to leave my house.

I hope we all pull through this physically unharmed at least.

Take care of yourself. Thinking of you.

Todger.

I am so glad you’re alright.
My days and nights have flipped so much lately,
I was worried when I hadn’t heard from you in a hot minute.

I think of you and your son.
About how difficult it must be for you to receive the care for him that he needs right now.

I will be fine. I am young, have my health...

Please care for yourself and your family.
I will miss you so much if you disappeared.

 

[Wld1936]

Bare skin
Reddened by your hand
A finger touching lightly
Over curves of muscles
Shiver-inducing need.

Asked questions
With soft replies
Of strong hands holding hips
Keeping time
With a skipping beat.

Forgotten consciousness
Left behind for even a moment
Letting go the only way
With a whisper of ‘Yes’
On the tips of more than tongues.

Drift away
Into a seamless wonder
Where the only thing that matters
Did matter
Will matter
Is held tight against
While
You are buried deep within.

Beautiful!

 

[ErosMyMuse]

I snuck a glance today
Out the window
Into a world I thought I knew
Better than I do.

I decided not to get dressed
Without a reason to,
It seemed acceptable.

I wore an old maternity shirt
And cotton panties
All day long.

I watched vapid television
That allowed my mind to wander
On whatever it felt like.

My body, asleep too late
And awake too early,
Wanted to find rest.

I laid in bed for hours
Without finding
The anticipated solace
Between the flannel sheets.

I laid in bed for hours
And, instead of sleep,
My mind spun around
With thoughts of many things:

You
Work worries
You
Definitions of beauty and ugliness
You
Chores that need to be done
You
My family
You
What the future holds
You
The pain and why it persists
You
Morbidity and mortality
You
Existence
And always, you.

Hi Moochienanu,
Love this Missive... Started out a little sad... but wrapped me up with a little smile.
Love,
Eros

 

[Moochienanu]

I don’t want to get up

The running of water as a bath is drawn.

The giggling of a young voice
Scampering down the hall outside the bedroom door.

The soft clattering of dishes being put away
From the drying rack in the kitchen.

A white noise of murmuring static
Close, pervasive.

The smell of warm sleep
A relaxed body
Under several heavy covers.

 

[Deleted member 1177770]

Sounds like a lovely morning sans the getting out of bed part

it's always a pleasure reading your words!

 

[Moochienanu]

Sounds like a lovely morning sans the getting out of bed part

it's always a pleasure reading your words!

My “morning” often coincides with the world’s evening, and my evening, the world’s morning. It makes for an interesting contrast... and also one that presents its own difficulties. I sleep while the world is awake and am awake while the world sleeps.

 

[Moochienanu]

What strikes me as odd
Is the routine of it all:

Wake up,
Get dressed,
Go to work,
Take care of sick,
Come home,
Get drunk,
Take a bath,
Think of you,
Fall asleep,
And repeat.

Fuck.

This is hard.

And I miss you more than words.

But I also know

That she must too.



Image removed on 3/21/22

 

[HonorableRogue]

What strikes me as odd
Is the routine of it all:

Wake up,
Get dressed,
Go to work,
Take care of sick,
Come home,
Get drunk,
Take a bath,
Think of you,
Fall asleep,
And repeat.

Fuck.

This is hard.

And I miss you more than words.

But I also know

That she must too.

Ouch! That's a hellatious bruise Moochie! Is the picture your way of saying you love a big O? I know, who doesn't but I found it amusing that's where your hand fell.

Cheers

 

[Moochienanu]

Ouch! That's a hellatious bruise Moochie! Is the picture your way of saying you love a big O? I know, who doesn't but I found it amusing that's where your hand fell.

Cheers

Those bruises are from the last time His teeth closed upon my flesh... I wanted to make them immortal in a picture...

We usually make plans to see eachother
As soon as we leave the safety of our embrace,
But I honestly do not know
When I will see Him again.

And it pains me to even admit that.

 

[Todger65]

Those bruises are from the last time His teeth closed upon my flesh... I wanted to make them immortal in a picture...

We usually make plans to see eachother
As soon as we leave the safety of our embrace,
But I honestly do not know
When I will see Him again.

And it pains me to even admit that.

That’s one helluva bite mark. A good memory.

You are not alone in your fear of not knowing when you will be able to meet with Him again, I’ve heard of 3 girls in the same position, just today.

 

[HonorableRogue]

Those bruises are from the last time His teeth closed upon my flesh... I wanted to make them immortal in a picture...

We usually make plans to see each other
As soon as we leave the safety of our embrace,
But I honestly do not know
When I will see Him again.

And it pains me to even admit that.

As an older member of the boards I'd say that's a good idea Moochie. As much as we don't want to forget somethings the fine details of many slip away. Lucky for us the emotions linger longest.

From your job I know that you that perspective is very important. For instance, according to statistics, 40% of marriages end in divorce. You know what that means? It means 60% of marriages end in death. See perspective.

So rather that focus on the until try the after. The after that will be overflowing with so much excitement, joy and love that your heart will feel like it's about to burst (again).

I almost added need to the list but you're a little. The need is always there. It's deep and vast like a sea and it's only His wind in your sails that allows you to navigate easily to any corner of that need.

Cheers

 

[Moochienanu]

That’s one helluva bite mark. A good memory.

You are not alone in your fear of not knowing when you will be able to meet with Him again, I’ve heard of 3 girls in the same position, just today.

It’s three bites, actually

Is it a bad thing that I am not consoled by the news that others are in a similar situation? I hate that I am so selfish I cannot find the positive there.

 

[Moochienanu]

As an older member of the boards I'd say that's a good idea Moochie. As much as we don't want to forget somethings the fine details of many slip away. Lucky for us the emotions linger longest.

From your job I know that you that perspective is very important. For instance, according to statistics, 40% of marriages end in divorce. You know what that means? It means 60% of marriages end in death. See perspective.

So rather that focus on the until try the after. The after that will be overflowing with so much excitement, joy and love that your heart will feel like it's about to burst (again).

I almost added need to the list but you're a little. The need is always there. It's deep and vast like a sea and it's only His wind in your sails that allows you to navigate easily to any corner of that need.

Cheers

”The fine details”... that sounds like the makings of my next poem. Thanks for the idea.

Perspective does help a little. It is difficult for me to focus on anything past the current, ever changing landscape of life right now. He is of the same mind as you and will often bring up the “we will” when I pose my pessimistic “if we ever” thoughts. We also talk a lot about the fine details of our past, the ones I see when my eyes close... those are easier for me to grasp.

Right now, I feel like this a lot. Especially at work:

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[AngelicaS1780]

While you may not know when, know that you will.
Not always easy, but there is strength in belief.

ETA: That’s what I get for not refreshing. Apparently, great minds think alike.