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Beautiful. All of it.I’m lost without
My thighs wrapping around you
My hips meeting yours
Your fingers running through my hair
Tracing where we kissed
With each soft sigh
Of unmeeting lips
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Beautiful. All of it.I’m lost without
My thighs wrapping around you
My hips meeting yours
Your fingers running through my hair
Tracing where we kissed
With each soft sigh
Of unmeeting lips
What a wonderful sentiment... to know that you had such feelings or reflections of a special lover is enviable.
You look wonderful... always...
Pretty as usual, Moochie.
@Moochienanu
I know it is difficult arranging mutual time away from work and family, but it’s obvious that it needs to happen.
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Huge Bear Hugs Moochie
Beautiful. All of it.
So luscious and tempting.....glad you're in the clear...would love to give you a celebratory grope and suck,,,,while my fingers dance on your clit!!
I’m lost without
My thighs wrapping around you
My hips meeting yours
Your fingers running through my hair
Tracing where we kissed
With each soft sigh
Of unmeeting lips
I hope you get to experience that weekend soon, Moochie. You deserve the best!Ceilings - Lizzy McAlpine
Ceilings, plaster
Can't you just make it move faster?
Lovely to be sitting here with you
You're kinda cute but it's raining harder
My shoes are now full of water
Lovely to be rained on with you
It's kinda cute but it's so short
Then you're drivin' me home
And I don't wanna leave
But I have to go
You kiss me in your car
And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before
Before
Bedsheets, no clothes
Touch me like nobody else does
Lovely to just lay here with you
You're kinda cute and I would say all of this
But I don't wanna ruin the moment
Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos
But it's over
Then you're drivin' me home
And it kinda comes out as I get up to go
You kiss me in your car
And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before
But it's not real
And you don't exist
And I can't recall the last time I was kissed
It hits me in the car
And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before
Before
a song I feel like I could have written
for a weekend I have yet to write
Best wishes for weekend writing.Ceilings - Lizzy McAlpine
Ceilings, plaster
Can't you just make it move faster?
Lovely to be sitting here with you
You're kinda cute but it's raining harder
My shoes are now full of water
Lovely to be rained on with you
It's kinda cute but it's so short
Then you're drivin' me home
And I don't wanna leave
But I have to go
You kiss me in your car
And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before
Before
Bedsheets, no clothes
Touch me like nobody else does
Lovely to just lay here with you
You're kinda cute and I would say all of this
But I don't wanna ruin the moment
Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos
But it's over
Then you're drivin' me home
And it kinda comes out as I get up to go
You kiss me in your car
And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before
But it's not real
And you don't exist
And I can't recall the last time I was kissed
It hits me in the car
And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before
Before
a song I feel like I could have written
for a weekend I have yet to write
Sighs, indeed.I’m lost without
My thighs wrapping around you
My hips meeting yours
Your fingers running through my hair
Tracing where we kissed
With each soft sigh
Of unmeeting lips
I feel like you could have written it as well. Reading it was like remembering words you have shared in the past.Ceilings - Lizzy McAlpine
Ceilings, plaster
Can't you just make it move faster?
Lovely to be sitting here with you
You're kinda cute but it's raining harder
My shoes are now full of water
Lovely to be rained on with you
It's kinda cute but it's so short
Then you're drivin' me home
And I don't wanna leave
But I have to go
You kiss me in your car
And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before
Before
Bedsheets, no clothes
Touch me like nobody else does
Lovely to just lay here with you
You're kinda cute and I would say all of this
But I don't wanna ruin the moment
Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos
But it's over
Then you're drivin' me home
And it kinda comes out as I get up to go
You kiss me in your car
And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before
But it's not real
And you don't exist
And I can't recall the last time I was kissed
It hits me in the car
And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before
Before
a song I feel like I could have written
for a weekend I have yet to write
I hope you get to experience that weekend soon, Moochie. You deserve the best!
Best wishes for weekend writing.
Sighs, indeed.
I feel like you could have written it as well. Reading it was like remembering words you have shared in the past.![]()
You still write that well. You just haven't had the time or energy to actually do it.I have to admit I have not written anything this weekend except patient charts, emails, needy thoughts, and school papers. Kinda basic, really.
It’s a nice song, no?
I feel like someday I’ll get back to writing that well.
Someday.
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Holding you tight.. Huge HUGS MoochieSweet dreams to me
And what I thought life could be
Closing my eyes and simply picturing
Who could be there
Makes my heart convulse
Falling through where it should be seated
The entire world’s on fire
And my tears extinguish
mmmmmm. This is a great way to celebrate spring! Your pics and prose never fail to get me quite aroused -- I'd love to feel each nipple and the attached barbell jewelry in my mouth.Please
whisper something soft
in my dreams -
your words warm,
remind me of this passion
of this need
of this heat
that grows
Spring
flew in on falling rain
in it’s touch
I feel your kiss
reminding me of this fervor
of this yearning
of this spirit
that grows
*whispering* two lips and tulips. Lovely.Please
whisper something soft
in my dreams -
your words warm,
remind me of this passion
of this need
of this heat
that grows
Spring
flew in on falling rain
in it’s touch
I feel your kiss
reminding me of this fervor
of this yearning
of this spirit
that grows
So beautifulPlease
whisper something soft
in my dreams -
your words warm,
remind me of this passion
of this need
of this heat
that grows
Spring
flew in on falling rain
in it’s touch
I feel your kiss
reminding me of this fervor
of this yearning
of this spirit
that grows
Beauty both in prose and in image dear Moochie. As always, without getting g repetitive. Wonderful!Please
whisper something soft
in my dreams -
your words warm,
remind me of this passion
of this need
of this heat
that grows
Spring
flew in on falling rain
in it’s touch
I feel your kiss
reminding me of this fervor
of this yearning
of this spirit
that grows
Please
whisper something soft
in my dreams -
your words warm,
remind me of this passion
of this need
of this heat
that grows
Spring
flew in on falling rain
in it’s touch
I feel your kiss
reminding me of this fervor
of this yearning
of this spirit
that grows
Sweet Lady, your words are matched by your beauty. THANK YOU! I to have a plant that just grows, 30 years a gift from my mother when I was in hospital she passed away the next month. I remember that love every day I care for for that special plant.Take a moment to meet Monty.
He’s my miracle.
I’ve never been a proud plant mom.
In fact, I have several sickly plants and
A bad track record of plant unintentional sadism.
But Monty…
He has done nothing but thrive since I got him.
He’s a monstera delisciosa and I’m pretty sure I need to help him climb soon,
But I’m scared.
Scared to let him get too big for me to care for him.
Scared to allow him more room in my life to grow.
Scared not to do right by him and give what he needs.
Scared.
I’m just scared.
All the time.
And not just for Monty
But for life.
I’m scared to live the way I want to.
I’m scared to not live the way I need to.
I’m scared for my family.
I’m scared for my patients.
I’m scared to wake up
And I’m scared that I won’t.
Fear is halting
And changing
And I try so hard to hit it
Head-on.
Cross my fingers and knock on wood
I won’t over or under water this beautiful plant.
A great tribute to a great piece of vegetation, (sorry, lust gets the better of me sonetimes. He's a great chlorophyll based lifeform) and his all-too human Mom.Take a moment to meet Monty.
He’s my miracle.
I’ve never been a proud plant mom.
In fact, I have several sickly plants and
A bad track record of plant unintentional sadism.
But Monty…
He has done nothing but thrive since I got him.
He’s a monstera delisciosa and I’m pretty sure I need to help him climb soon,
But I’m scared.
Scared to let him get too big for me to care for him.
Scared to allow him more room in my life to grow.
Scared not to do right by him and give what he needs.
Scared.
I’m just scared.
All the time.
And not just for Monty
But for life.
I’m scared to live the way I want to.
I’m scared to not live the way I need to.
I’m scared for my family.
I’m scared for my patients.
I’m scared to wake up
And I’m scared that I won’t.
Fear is halting
And changing
And I try so hard to hit it
Head-on.
Cross my fingers and knock on wood
I won’t over or under water this beautiful plant.
Did you make it to the Tulip Festival this year? I waited too long, and it was sold out. :-(Please
whisper something soft
in my dreams -
your words warm,
remind me of this passion
of this need
of this heat
that grows
Spring
flew in on falling rain
in it’s touch
I feel your kiss
reminding me of this fervor
of this yearning
of this spirit
that grows
Careful, Moochie. He appears to be one to lay roots with you.Take a moment to meet Monty.
He’s my miracle.
I’ve never been a proud plant mom.
In fact, I have several sickly plants and
A bad track record of plant unintentional sadism.
But Monty…
He has done nothing but thrive since I got him.
He’s a monstera delisciosa and I’m pretty sure I need to help him climb soon,
But I’m scared.
Scared to let him get too big for me to care for him.
Scared to allow him more room in my life to grow.
Scared not to do right by him and give what he needs.
Scared.
I’m just scared.
All the time.
And not just for Monty
But for life.
I’m scared to live the way I want to.
I’m scared to not live the way I need to.
I’m scared for my family.
I’m scared for my patients.
I’m scared to wake up
And I’m scared that I won’t.
Fear is halting
And changing
And I try so hard to hit it
Head-on.
Cross my fingers and knock on wood
I won’t over or under water this beautiful plant.