Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

[Duggc70]

I am lost again. Searching through the forest. My bare feet falling on the moss and needle strewn carpet. Walking past fallen, decrepit logs which used to be pieces of what I wanted. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore, I just keep taking steps. Moving myself forward. Trying to find what I think I need and want. Light shines through the canopy and I think that maybe this is it: I can be happy here for a little while. I get comfortable in the glade. I wiggle my feet in and feel the earth between my toes. It’s then that the earth falls out from underneath me.

Why do I try anymore? Why do I always seem to feel so lost. Valid points are brought up. We’ll never be more. We can never be more. Outside of his bed we’re such opposites. I’m not really happy, am I? I smile. I keep smiling through it because I know in the end we will never work: he has a closet of perfectly folded, crisp white linens, I wear mismatched socks. He pulls me into the bedroom a last time, pushes me onto the bed and kisses me passionately, deeply, tongue exploring... we’ll try again. A third time. New rules. New limits. I’m so unsure right now. So lost. I was keyed and then it was revoked and that’s okay, but the shirt too? Harmless to want to feel comfort, right? Right. Not harmless. I feel harmed walking through these woods alone. Do I or don’t I? Will I or won’t I? Should I? I’ll wait. Give him time. How much can I give before I can make it about me again? I’ve done nothing wrong, it’s always been his nature. So ironic that nature is where I’m comfortable, truly grounded. Where I can take a deep breath and feel my lungs expand. I’ll be here, in the forest of my mind, where I can cry in peace.

We are all lost souls looking for our peace, trying to find that crazy to complement our own personal inner crazy our time here is short but seems like forever when we search for happiness I look around looking for happiness I play a game looking for smiling people where have they all gone nature is beautiful you are beautiful here is beautiful.... please

 

[devilsanus]

I am lost again. Searching through the forest. My bare feet falling on the moss and needle strewn carpet. Walking past fallen, decrepit logs which used to be pieces of what I wanted. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore, I just keep taking steps. Moving myself forward. Trying to find what I think I need and want. Light shines through the canopy and I think that maybe this is it: I can be happy here for a little while. I get comfortable in the glade. I wiggle my feet in and feel the earth between my toes. It’s then that the earth falls out from underneath me.

Why do I try anymore? Why do I always seem to feel so lost. Valid points are brought up. We’ll never be more. We can never be more. Outside of his bed we’re such opposites. I’m not really happy, am I? I smile. I keep smiling through it because I know in the end we will never work: he has a closet of perfectly folded, crisp white linens, I wear mismatched socks. He pulls me into the bedroom a last time, pushes me onto the bed and kisses me passionately, deeply, tongue exploring... we’ll try again. A third time. New rules. New limits. I’m so unsure right now. So lost. I was keyed and then it was revoked and that’s okay, but the shirt too? Harmless to want to feel comfort, right? Right. Not harmless. I feel harmed walking through these woods alone. Do I or don’t I? Will I or won’t I? Should I? I’ll wait. Give him time. How much can I give before I can make it about me again? I’ve done nothing wrong, it’s always been his nature. So ironic that nature is where I’m comfortable, truly grounded. Where I can take a deep breath and feel my lungs expand. I’ll be here, in the forest of my mind, where I can cry in peace.

Wow. As usual, amazing post. I love that your posts stimulate every nerve- not just the fun ones, but you make me think, too. Beautiful. Oh, and fucking hot.

 

[Moochienanu]

Wow. As usual, amazing post. I love that your posts stimulate every nerve- not just the fun ones, but you make me think, too. Beautiful. Oh, and fucking hot.

I’m sorry if my words convey some less than savory emotions at times... I’ve been going through a lot of things and dealing with how to process them. I find these posts help me a lot more than I ever thought when I started writing them.

Oh! And thanks *wink*

 

[Moochienanu]

We drove to Cali And got drunk on the beach Got a motel n’ Built a fort out of sheets

We have an ongoing debate about pillow vs blanket forts. I keep bringing it up because seeing you get defensive of the fact that there is nothing about a blanket that is “fortifying” makes me smile so big. You know just what to say when we play, making my imagination sore while I watch you watching me. Looking into your eyes after, seeing your smile and blinking eyes. It feels like I could be there, snuggling on your chest, feeling your kisses on the top of my head as we chat about nothing and I giggle about what we just did. I needed this today, so thank you. I’m feeling needy and unsure of myself lately. Off. Lonely. You know more about me than almost anyone in the whole world. I feel... fuzzy... inside when I think about you lately. Safe. I can’t deny it now and it’s okay if no one else understands. In your eyes I’m a comfortable little kitten, a treasure that you’ve found along this beach we’re walking and I want to stay here, holding your hand walking along it all day. Maybe we should put down a blanket...

Yes, I concede that “we would build a FORT out of pillows, with a vast complex of ancillary buildings made of sheets” so that both of us are happy with the end product. *huge happy grins*

Edit: 2/23/2022 - removed picture

 

[Cthulhu1138]

Gods! You are so gorgeous and fuckable.

So glad that I bought you those pumps;. That you enjoy wearing them and taking in them, and that you look so wonderful in them

 

[Moochienanu]

Gods! You are so gorgeous and fuckable.

So glad that I bought you those pumps;. That you enjoy wearing them and taking in them, and that you look so wonderful in them

*blushing*

I've thought about putting my pics like this in the “naked in heels” thread, but I get self-conscious about it and end up not posting.

 

[mackkjackk]

hugs and warmth hun x

 

[Todger65]

We have an ongoing debate about pillow vs blanket forts. I keep bringing it up because seeing you get defensive of the fact that there is nothing about a blanket that is “fortifying” makes me smile so big. You know just what to say when we play, making my imagination sore while I watch you watching me. Looking into your eyes after, seeing your smile and blinking eyes. It feels like I could be there, snuggling on your chest, feeling your kisses on the top of my head as we chat about nothing and I giggle about what we just did. I needed this today, so thank you. I’m feeling needy and unsure of myself lately. Off. Lonely. You know more about me than almost anyone in the whole world. I feel... fuzzy... inside when I think about you lately. Safe. I can’t deny it now and it’s okay if no one else understands. In your eyes I’m a comfortable little kitten, a treasure that you’ve found along this beach we’re walking and I want to stay here, holding your hand walking along it all day. Maybe we should put down a blanket...

Yes, I concede that “we would build a FORT out of pillows, with a vast complex of ancillary buildings made of sheets” so that both of us are happy with the end product. *huge happy grins*

Forts are designed to protect those inside and keep outsiders from entering. This is why blanket forts to me are the best. Once wrapped in or under blankets, you are hidden from the outside world, protected by the wall and able to feel comfort by being surrounded. What or who you chose to be inside with you is very important. Someone or something to cuddle up tight to makes all the difference. It defeats the object of a fort by allowing your enemy inside.

You would be very welcome in my fort, you can lay your head on my chest, listen to the calm steady heartbeat and be additionally protected by my arms around you.

 

[Moochienanu]

Amazing thread and absolutely gorgeous pictures Moochie.

Yay! Thanks for stopping by. I’m glad you enjoy my craziness. Come back for more whenever you like!

hugs and warmth hun x

Lots of hugs back to you!

Forts are designed to protect those inside and keep outsiders from entering. This is why blanket forts to me are the best. Once wrapped in or under blankets, you are hidden from the outside world, protected by the wall and able to feel comfort by being surrounded. What or who you chose to be inside with you is very important. Someone or something to cuddle up tight to makes all the difference. It defeats the object of a fort by allowing your enemy inside.

You would be very welcome in my fort, you can lay your head on my chest, listen to the calm steady heartbeat and be additionally protected by my arms around you.

You make some very good, valid points about the fortification blankets provide. I’ve always been a bit partial to the cozy yet spacious feel that blanket forts provide, but the counter argument from Daddy has been that blankets won’t stop penetrating forces and pillows have a better chance of it.

As far as what/who is in the fort, that IS of ultimate importance. Letting the right people in and keeping all others out is tiring sometimes. Thankfully, I’ve found someone to help me build, cuddle in, and keep my fort. Someone who makes me feel safe and wanted; who reminds me how special I am and keeps challenging me to be better.

 

[hotcpu]

We have an ongoing debate about pillow vs blanket forts. I keep bringing it up because seeing you get defensive of the fact that there is nothing about a blanket that is “fortifying” makes me smile so big. You know just what to say when we play, making my imagination sore while I watch you watching me. Looking into your eyes after, seeing your smile and blinking eyes. It feels like I could be there, snuggling on your chest, feeling your kisses on the top of my head as we chat about nothing and I giggle about what we just did. I needed this today, so thank you. I’m feeling needy and unsure of myself lately. Off. Lonely. You know more about me than almost anyone in the whole world. I feel... fuzzy... inside when I think about you lately. Safe. I can’t deny it now and it’s okay if no one else understands. In your eyes I’m a comfortable little kitten, a treasure that you’ve found along this beach we’re walking and I want to stay here, holding your hand walking along it all day. Maybe we should put down a blanket...

Yes, I concede that “we would build a FORT out of pillows, with a vast complex of ancillary buildings made of sheets” so that both of us are happy with the end product. *huge happy grins*

Love the Shoe Porn young lady! And the Purple Teddy is absolutely divine!!

 

[Moochienanu]

Love the Shoe Porn young lady! And the Purple Teddy is absolutely divine!!

They’re just such beautiful pumps. I can’t get enough of them! I have a couple things that look good with them, but they’re better enjoyed when there is nothing competing.

Thanks for the compliments on the teddy... I guess I should take more pics with it on, huh?

 

[ratherabsurd1]

They’re just such beautiful pumps. I can’t get enough of them! I have a couple things that look good with them, but they’re better enjoyed when there is nothing competing. Daddy has very discerning tastes and just knows when things will look good on me. *blows him kisses*

Thanks for the compliments on the teddy... I guess I should take more pics with it on, huh?

I love the way you let it all out. Intriguing and magical. I wish I could do that

 

[Smoothshavendad]

They’re just such beautiful pumps. I can’t get enough of them! I have a couple things that look good with them, but they’re better enjoyed when there is nothing competing. Daddy has very discerning tastes and just knows when things will look good on me. *blows him kisses*

Thanks for the compliments on the teddy... I guess I should take more pics with it on, huh?

Daddy must have you...

 

[Todger65]

They’re just such beautiful pumps. I can’t get enough of them! I have a couple things that look good with them, but they’re better enjoyed when there is nothing competing. Daddy has very discerning tastes and just knows when things will look good on me. *blows him kisses*

Thanks for the compliments on the teddy... I guess I should take more pics with it on, huh?

You have gorgeous shapely legs. Your last two photos show that.

 

[Curiouslynaughty]

I am lost again. Searching through the forest. My bare feet falling on the moss and needle strewn carpet. Walking past fallen, decrepit logs which used to be pieces of what I wanted. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore, I just keep taking steps. Moving myself forward. Trying to find what I think I need and want. Light shines through the canopy and I think that maybe this is it: I can be happy here for a little while. I get comfortable in the glade. I wiggle my feet in and feel the earth between my toes. It’s then that the earth falls out from underneath me.

Why do I try anymore? Why do I always seem to feel so lost. Valid points are brought up. We’ll never be more. We can never be more. Outside of his bed we’re such opposites. I’m not really happy, am I? I smile. I keep smiling through it because I know in the end we will never work: he has a closet of perfectly folded, crisp white linens, I wear mismatched socks. He pulls me into the bedroom a last time, pushes me onto the bed and kisses me passionately, deeply, tongue exploring... we’ll try again. A third time. New rules. New limits. I’m so unsure right now. So lost. I was keyed and then it was revoked and that’s okay, but the shirt too? Harmless to want to feel comfort, right? Right. Not harmless. I feel harmed walking through these woods alone. Do I or don’t I? Will I or won’t I? Should I? I’ll wait. Give him time. How much can I give before I can make it about me again? I’ve done nothing wrong, it’s always been his nature. So ironic that nature is where I’m comfortable, truly grounded. Where I can take a deep breath and feel my lungs expand. I’ll be here, in the forest of my mind, where I can cry in peace.

Amazing amazing amazing tits hun.

 

[Moochienanu]

I love the way you let it all out. Intriguing and magical. I wish I could do that

Believe it or not, it took a ton of convincing from several people before I felt comfortable showing the world anything and I still feel a bit... awkward? Forward? Transparent? Afraid?... about my writing. I take sometimes days upon days to write something before posting it. Thank you so much for the high praises and sweet words.

Daddy must have you...

*cheesy grin*

You have gorgeous shapely legs. Your last two photos show that.

Thank you! I always worry my legs aren’t very pretty because they’re constantly covered in bruises (something about my height in relation to all the hard, pokey objects in my life... hehe hard and pokey ).

Amazing amazing amazing tits hun.

*blush*

 

[toben3297]

I am lost again. Searching through the forest. My bare feet falling on the moss and needle strewn carpet. Walking past fallen, decrepit logs which used to be pieces of what I wanted. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore, I just keep taking steps. Moving myself forward. Trying to find what I think I need and want. Light shines through the canopy and I think that maybe this is it: I can be happy here for a little while. I get comfortable in the glade. I wiggle my feet in and feel the earth between my toes. It’s then that the earth falls out from underneath me.

Why do I try anymore? Why do I always seem to feel so lost. Valid points are brought up. We’ll never be more. We can never be more. Outside of his bed we’re such opposites. I’m not really happy, am I? I smile. I keep smiling through it because I know in the end we will never work: he has a closet of perfectly folded, crisp white linens, I wear mismatched socks. He pulls me into the bedroom a last time, pushes me onto the bed and kisses me passionately, deeply, tongue exploring... we’ll try again. A third time. New rules. New limits. I’m so unsure right now. So lost. I was keyed and then it was revoked and that’s okay, but the shirt too? Harmless to want to feel comfort, right? Right. Not harmless. I feel harmed walking through these woods alone. Do I or don’t I? Will I or won’t I? Should I? I’ll wait. Give him time. How much can I give before I can make it about me again? I’ve done nothing wrong, it’s always been his nature. So ironic that nature is where I’m comfortable, truly grounded. Where I can take a deep breath and feel my lungs expand. I’ll be here, in the forest of my mind, where I can cry in peace.

Oh my what lovely nipples so close but so far away..All the naughty things I would do to them if I had the opportunity

 

[Todger65]

Thank you! I always worry my legs aren’t very pretty because they’re constantly covered in bruises (something about my height in relation to all the hard, pokey objects in my life... hehe hard and pokey ).

I’ve no idea what you are talking about, what things hard and pokey.

 

[hotcpu]

They’re just such beautiful pumps. I can’t get enough of them! I have a couple things that look good with them, but they’re better enjoyed when there is nothing competing. Daddy has very discerning tastes and just knows when things will look good on me. *blows him kisses*

Thanks for the compliments on the teddy... I guess I should take more pics with it on, huh?

That would get my approval! !

 

[Joxlrg]

I prefer to see you with it off!!!

 

[Cthulhu1138]

They’re just such beautiful pumps. I can’t get enough of them! I have a couple things that look good with them, but they’re better enjoyed when there is nothing competing. Daddy has very discerning tastes and just knows when things will look good on me. *blows him kisses*

Thanks for the compliments on the teddy... I guess I should take more pics with it on, huh?

I must be distracted by the pretty shoes and luscious legs in this latest pic, because I don't see a teddy at all...

 

[Moochienanu]

Oh my what lovely nipples so close but so far away..All the naughty things I would do to them if I had the opportunity

Sounds like you have been doing a lot of thinking.

I’ve no idea what you are talking about, what things hard and pokey.

Not a single clue, huh? *wink*

That would get my approval! !

I’ll see about pulling it out of the closet again... *grin*

I prefer to see you with it off!!!

Now where’s the fun in that?!

 

[Moochienanu]

I must be distracted by the pretty shoes and luscious legs in this latest pic, because I don't see a teddy at all...

I think they like seeing me in that see-through purple teddy from a couple posts back. Perhaps I should let you all see more? After all, It is my favorite colour... *grin*

 

[Dared_To]

I think they like seeing me in that see-through purple teddy from a couple posts back, Daddy. You think I should oblige them? It is my favorite colour after all... *grin*

I don't know (or care) who Daddy is, but I'd love to have his ear for a moment...

 

[Moochienanu]

My church offers no absolutes She tells me ‘worship in the bedroom’

The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you

I think in lyrics. I feel in songs. I get a cathartic feeling singing in the car as loud as I can with the music blaring. I haven’t sang karaoke in a long time... and decided to take the plunge and go the other night. I didn’t sing “Take me to Church,” but someone did. Someone very sexy. Someone who can really take the lead while dancing. The chorus took me by surprise and I had to excuse myself for a minute to take a deep breath outside.

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

It was like being hit in the chest with a softball: the wind knocked out of me. Those lyrics... I fell apart. I was transported back to a year ago and trying to get through the holidays... holidays in my family start in September because of birthdays... birthdays through until the end of December... how am I supposed to cook a turkey without him on the phone? I stood outside the bar with my back against the brick wall, taking deep breaths and trying to figure out why I was hurting so much. And there it was: the kernel of truth I needed. I don’t feel like I did a year ago. Not anymore. I’m stronger now. More independent. I’ve changed so much... and that’s scary. I stood up, marched my ass back in that bar and sang “I’m so sick.”

If you want more of this
We can push out, sell out, die out
So you'll shut up
And stay sleeping
With my screaming in your itching ears

PS. Sorry this isn’t super sexy/lusty... but I think it’s one of the reasons I’ve been feeling off lately... so I felt like sharing. Have some sexy purple teddy pics to help keep balance!

Edit: 2/23/2022 - removed pictures