Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

[menoone]

Oh - you want this one too?

I do not know what I am expecting to be honest.

 

[obladi]

Oh - you want this one too?

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Oh - you want this one too?

Okay… I’m giving one more Ali Hazelwood a go - I read the book before this one earlier this year… or maybe the end of last year?

I was suckered by the cute cover and the title and knowing that at least there will be a little smut in my smut.

In case you didn’t figure it out
1. I finished grad school and am a big-girl-provider of healthcare now (a BGP)
2. I haven’t started actually working as a BGP even though I could because my current dream job is making me wait until September
3. I’m still working “as needed” which is more like “full time plus” in my non-BGP job
4. With my spare time I’m catching up on all the books/smut I have accumulated and been sitting on my TBR while I’ve been so busy becoming a BGP
5. I’m still deciding what I wanna do about the loss of all my pics here without real notice that they would basically erase the past of ampics… I mean… I guwas I’m still feeling a bit of the denial stage of grief?
6. I really fucking like lists.
7. Still with Him and happy about it… though wish our timing worked out more often
8. Have a fully charged vibe next to my bed at all times these days
9. Worked today, so only on chapter 4 of this one so far.

Thank you for the update. I could not figure out what had happened to you, but understand if you leave because of the new stupid rules. Love your pics and your prose. Not sure which I will miss most.

 

[Moochienanu]

Porch reading again this evening.

Page 300/almost done
With the Problematic Summer Romance (Ali Hazelwood).

Mostly predictable.
Super cute how she puts the couple from Deep End in.
Kinda wanted her (the author) to explore this space (age-gap romance of about 15yrs), but a bit meh about how she’s doing it.

I do think the whole “failed wedding” thing is adorable, though.

Will give final thoughts soon.

PS. I love when I grind out an orgasm on another person’s thigh like the main does in chapter 19… so fucking amazing.

 

[hairball18]

Porch reading again this evening.

Page 300/almost done
With the Problematic Summer Romance (Ali Hazelwood).

Mostly predictable.
Super cute how she puts the couple from Deep End in.
Kinda wanted her (the author) to explore this space (age-gap romance of about 15yrs), but a bit meh about how she’s doing it.

I do think the whole “failed wedding” thing is adorable, though.

Will give final thoughts soon.

PS. I love when I grind out an orgasm on another person’s thigh like the main does in chapter 19… so fucking amazing.

As much as I enjoy what your thoughts are, I adore every picture of you.

 

[Moochienanu]

I had a picture removed from my previous post.
It was literally just me holding a book open on my lap.
Fully clothed.
On my porch.

Not a close up of ANYTHING.

I’m done, Ampics.
Fix yourself.

 

[Divindisguise]

I had a picture removed from my previous post.
It was literally just me holding a book open on my lap.
Fully clothed.
On my porch.

Not a close up of ANYTHING.

I’m done, Ampics.
Fix yourself.

What a pity! If it’s bots doing this then they’re just doing a terrible job

 

[TANSTAAFL58]

I had a picture removed from my previous post.
It was literally just me holding a book open on my lap.
Fully clothed.
On my porch.

Not a close up of ANYTHING.

I’m done, Ampics.
Fix yourself.

It's not getting any better. I think the unspoken truth is that the site as an entity would rather not have AmPics.

Sorry you had such a lousy experience.

 

[bocian9e]

Sorry to hear that you are done with ampics, always enjoyed your writing and pics. Especially enjoyed your November series.

 

[Fingerfuxs]

…

 

[Todger65]

I had a picture removed from my previous post.
It was literally just me holding a book open on my lap.
Fully clothed.
On my porch.

Not a close up of ANYTHING.

I’m done, Ampics.
Fix yourself.

AmPics mods or bots are getting ridiculous now. It really looks like they don’t want any pics at all stored on their servers, and having to click through to a linked site is a pain in the arse to do.

Sorry that you have been put in the position of giving up.

 

[Moochienanu]

The air bites at my skin,
but it only sharpens the ache burning inside me.
Every breath I draw tastes of earth and smoke,
and I want yours on my tongue instead—
rough, heated, urgent.

I press my spine against the tree,
its bark biting through my clothes,
and I imagine it’s your body,
unyielding, demanding,
pinning me until I can’t tell
where I end and you begin.

I shift, restless,
hips aching for your weight,
for the press that would grind me into the ground,
make the forest itself remember us.
I whisper your name into the chill air,
hoping it carries enough to pull you closer,
to make you lose the patience I keep taunting.

My body trembles,
not from the cold,
but from the wanting—
a hunger that gnaws deeper the longer I deny it.
I want the roughness of your hands,
the heat of your breath,
the reckless rhythm of you inside me,
drowning out the rustle of leaves
with something wilder.

Take me here, now,
where the world is raw and watching.
Pin me to this moment
and make me feel what it means to be utterly yours,
when hunger finally wins
and there’s nothing left
but the ache we answer.

 

[menoone]

The air bites at my skin,
but it only sharpens the ache burning inside me.
Every breath I draw tastes of earth and smoke,
and I want yours on my tongue instead—
rough, heated, urgent.

I press my spine against the tree,
its bark biting through my clothes,
and I imagine it’s your body,
unyielding, demanding,
pinning me until I can’t tell
where I end and you begin.

I shift, restless,
hips aching for your weight,
for the press that would grind me into the ground,
make the forest itself remember us.
I whisper your name into the chill air,
hoping it carries enough to pull you closer,
to make you lose the patience I keep taunting.

My body trembles,
not from the cold,
but from the wanting—
a hunger that gnaws deeper the longer I deny it.
I want the roughness of your hands,
the heat of your breath,
the reckless rhythm of you inside me,
drowning out the rustle of leaves
with something wilder.

Take me here, now,
where the world is raw and watching.
Pin me to this moment
and make me feel what it means to be utterly yours,
when hunger finally wins
and there’s nothing left
but the ache we answer.

Such potent and sensual words. Always a delight to read and let the mind wander through them.

 

[Divindisguise]

The air bites at my skin,
but it only sharpens the ache burning inside me.
Every breath I draw tastes of earth and smoke,
and I want yours on my tongue instead—
rough, heated, urgent.

I press my spine against the tree,
its bark biting through my clothes,
and I imagine it’s your body,
unyielding, demanding,
pinning me until I can’t tell
where I end and you begin.

I shift, restless,
hips aching for your weight,
for the press that would grind me into the ground,
make the forest itself remember us.
I whisper your name into the chill air,
hoping it carries enough to pull you closer,
to make you lose the patience I keep taunting.

My body trembles,
not from the cold,
but from the wanting—
a hunger that gnaws deeper the longer I deny it.
I want the roughness of your hands,
the heat of your breath,
the reckless rhythm of you inside me,
drowning out the rustle of leaves
with something wilder.

Take me here, now,
where the world is raw and watching.
Pin me to this moment
and make me feel what it means to be utterly yours,
when hunger finally wins
and there’s nothing left
but the ache we answer.

How lovely to see you again, beautiful artist

 

[grumpyoldperv]

And I thought you had left us forever. Leaving behind an empty space once filled by your thoughts. Now I see you were only waiting. Wanting. Needing. I should have been there for you. Rough hands. Stubble on my cheek. To help you thru the empty times.

(Long winded way to say I missed you and hope you are well)

 

[Moochienanu]

Such potent and sensual words. Always a delight to read and let the mind wander through them.

Feel free to wander.

How lovely to see you again, beautiful artist

I feel so flattered being placed with real artists in your mind. I’m just a horney little girl and not worthy of such a title in my own thoughts.

And I thought you had left us forever. Leaving behind an empty space once filled by your thoughts. Now I see you were only waiting. Wanting. Needing. I should have been there for you. Rough hands. Stubble on my cheek. To help you thru the empty times.

(Long winded way to say I missed you and hope you are well)

I’ve been hiding in poetry, and might continue to… I am still a bit miffed about the whole ampic situation… and you’re right - you should have been here for me *wink*

(I missed your affection and am glad you found me once again).

 

[deft]

Oh, you are wonderful.

 

[dd_cola]

The air bites at my skin,
but it only sharpens the ache burning inside me.
Every breath I draw tastes of earth and smoke,
and I want yours on my tongue instead—
rough, heated, urgent.

I press my spine against the tree,
its bark biting through my clothes,
and I imagine it’s your body,
unyielding, demanding,
pinning me until I can’t tell
where I end and you begin.

I shift, restless,
hips aching for your weight,
for the press that would grind me into the ground,
make the forest itself remember us.
I whisper your name into the chill air,
hoping it carries enough to pull you closer,
to make you lose the patience I keep taunting.

My body trembles,
not from the cold,
but from the wanting—
a hunger that gnaws deeper the longer I deny it.
I want the roughness of your hands,
the heat of your breath,
the reckless rhythm of you inside me,
drowning out the rustle of leaves
with something wilder.

Take me here, now,
where the world is raw and watching.
Pin me to this moment
and make me feel what it means to be utterly yours,
when hunger finally wins
and there’s nothing left
but the ache we answer.

Very lovely… you have been missed !

 

[Divindisguise]

Feel free to wander.



I feel so flattered being placed with real artists in your mind. I’m just a horney little girl and not worthy of such a title in my own thoughts.



I’ve been hiding in poetry, and might continue to… I am still a bit miffed about the whole ampic situation… and you’re right - you should have been here for me *wink*

(I missed your affection and am glad you found me once again).

Perhaps all true artists are as humble as you.
There’s a lot of poetry in sexuality. And I’m happy to see you expressing yourself that way

 

[menoone]

Feel free to wander.

Will do. May even share some mental wanderings from time to time.

 

[hairball18]

The air bites at my skin,
but it only sharpens the ache burning inside me.
Every breath I draw tastes of earth and smoke,
and I want yours on my tongue instead—
rough, heated, urgent.

I press my spine against the tree,
its bark biting through my clothes,
and I imagine it’s your body,
unyielding, demanding,
pinning me until I can’t tell
where I end and you begin.

I shift, restless,
hips aching for your weight,
for the press that would grind me into the ground,
make the forest itself remember us.
I whisper your name into the chill air,
hoping it carries enough to pull you closer,
to make you lose the patience I keep taunting.

My body trembles,
not from the cold,
but from the wanting—
a hunger that gnaws deeper the longer I deny it.
I want the roughness of your hands,
the heat of your breath,
the reckless rhythm of you inside me,
drowning out the rustle of leaves
with something wilder.

Take me here, now,
where the world is raw and watching.
Pin me to this moment
and make me feel what it means to be utterly yours,
when hunger finally wins
and there’s nothing left
but the ache we answer.

You never fail to arouse.

 

[Todger65]

The air bites at my skin,
but it only sharpens the ache burning inside me.
Every breath I draw tastes of earth and smoke,
and I want yours on my tongue instead—
rough, heated, urgent.

I press my spine against the tree,
its bark biting through my clothes,
and I imagine it’s your body,
unyielding, demanding,
pinning me until I can’t tell
where I end and you begin.

I shift, restless,
hips aching for your weight,
for the press that would grind me into the ground,
make the forest itself remember us.
I whisper your name into the chill air,
hoping it carries enough to pull you closer,
to make you lose the patience I keep taunting.

My body trembles,
not from the cold,
but from the wanting—
a hunger that gnaws deeper the longer I deny it.
I want the roughness of your hands,
the heat of your breath,
the reckless rhythm of you inside me,
drowning out the rustle of leaves
with something wilder.

Take me here, now,
where the world is raw and watching.
Pin me to this moment
and make me feel what it means to be utterly yours,
when hunger finally wins
and there’s nothing left
but the ache we answer.

Beautifully written.
Takes me back a lot of years to when I last partook in a tree trembler

 

[Moochienanu]

Oh, you are wonderful.

Making me blush!

Very lovely… you have been missed !

So sweet… thanks!

You never fail to arouse.

You’re too kind.

Beautifully written.
Takes me back a lot of years to when I last partook in a tree trembler

Hehe - a tree trembler! That’s a good one!

 

[Moochienanu]

I’m feeling more comfortable Hiding From the Light lately.

Please forgive me as I continue.

 

[Mooface]

The air bites at my skin,
but it only sharpens the ache burning inside me.
Every breath I draw tastes of earth and smoke,
and I want yours on my tongue instead—
rough, heated, urgent.

I press my spine against the tree,
its bark biting through my clothes,
and I imagine it’s your body,
unyielding, demanding,
pinning me until I can’t tell
where I end and you begin.

I shift, restless,
hips aching for your weight,
for the press that would grind me into the ground,
make the forest itself remember us.
I whisper your name into the chill air,
hoping it carries enough to pull you closer,
to make you lose the patience I keep taunting.

My body trembles,
not from the cold,
but from the wanting—
a hunger that gnaws deeper the longer I deny it.
I want the roughness of your hands,
the heat of your breath,
the reckless rhythm of you inside me,
drowning out the rustle of leaves
with something wilder.

Take me here, now,
where the world is raw and watching.
Pin me to this moment
and make me feel what it means to be utterly yours,
when hunger finally wins
and there’s nothing left
but the ache we answer.

amazing poem as always and also amazing picture as well and also welcome back it is great to see you again.

 

[grumpyoldperv]

I’m feeling more comfortable Hiding From the Light lately.

Please forgive me as I continue.

Spend all the time you need in the shadows and the dark.

But know this- As the rain falls gently here right now, I am sitting on the porch in a rocking chair.
Watching to keep you safe.
Waiting for whatever you may need.