Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

[Moochienanu]

I’m glad tha t I can make you blush

Also i’m glad that it was a stepping stone

I was referring to the 1k posts on your thread and I was the lucky one As for expanding the box I think that happens maybe at 5k posts.

*grins*

I hadn’t even noticed my thread count getting so high! Oh wow. I must be posting too much?

 

[Todger65]

I like to talk about her like she wasn’t me.
Like it wasn’t me there spread-eagle on the bed exposed.
Like it wasn’t me with a bag over my head crying on the inside and taking the humiliation like I was supposed to.
Like it wasn’t me with those painted lips always smirking.
That girl isn’t me anymore, so it makes sense
In my mind
To refer to her as a different being.

I enjoyed it while it lasted.
I really did.
When it didn’t feel like work.
When it didn’t feel so forced and contrived.
When we were having fun.
When my ass still looked amazing, even with your names written on it.

I don’t need her anymore.
She may be how we met,
There may still be quite a bit of her in me:
The masochist.
The rope-bunny.
The undeniable tease.

But those parts of her I don’t need?
The parts that I never want here again?

She’s gone.
Don’t look for her anymore.
Let’s let her rest.

Good to hear you are leaving most of this behind you and moving on with reasonably fresh eyes.

The thought of ‘micro bondage’ is exciting. In a weird way it is puppeteering, but obviously with the consent of the ‘puppet’. I don’t mean that this in the true sense of the word, because the ‘puppet’ in this case has a mind of their own and can take decisions as to what is happening and how far to go. Does that make sense.

 

[Deleted member 1177770]

*grins*

I hadn’t even noticed my thread count getting so high! Oh wow. I must be posting too much?

No such thing as too much when it comes to you The more the merrier !

 

[Smoothshavendad]

I usually have my husband answer the door, but when necessary, I will run and grab pj pants. I have many a time been in braless hugs with relative strangers (I’m a hugger! So sue me!) and paid for pizza pantsless. It’s a fact of life.

What time shall I drop off your pizza?

 

[Moochienanu]

Denial: not just a river in Egypt

People don’t tell me “no” very often. You can call me spoiled all you want, and maybe that’s true in some aspects... even in my vanilla life, I have a bit of a presence and, believe it or not, this little girl has mass respect from many powerful folks who will jump when I tell them to. I’m not used to being denied something I ask for. Maybe this is because I don’t ask for much (... please, fuck me harder... oh gods, don’t stop... flip me over!... will you please spank me tonight?...). Or perhaps it is because I don’t ask idly, so when I do ask, I expect to be granted my plea.

I never used to ask if I could climax. I just would. Sometimes without warning (truth be told it can still sneak up on me like a rogue wave of undeniable urgency that I couldn’t ask for if I wanted to, but this isn’t about those delightful moments). I was trained to ask first. I didn’t realize it was happening. Like a sneaky thief, someone started conditioning me; rewarding me for asking and receiving the go ahead before I could cum. Over time, I wanted to ask first because it meant that I got rewarded with sweet words and happy things (Yes!... mmmmm... There! Yes!) in return for giving away the freedom. This original thief never denied me. Never made me wait. They gave me the “Yes” as soon as I asked. Every time.

That constant positive reinforcement and gratification is probably why I enjoyed it so much and started applying the practice with future partners (I should note here that some partners I know well and don’t ask first very often... it just feels wrong because we already had a thing going and working a new dynamic in could prove to be bothersome and disruptive. Sex is different for everyone and with different people). Perhaps I thought I wasn’t giving them an option when I proposed the question? I thought it was being received as more of a warning? There was one thing I could have told you for certain though: I never thought I would ever enjoy any type of sexual denial. If there is one big thing I’ve learned over the last year, it is that sexuality is an insane, personal, and constantly evolutionary thing... and this is the story about how I found myself in one of **the** hottest sexting conversations of my life... and one of the biggest factors turning me on was that he kept telling me not to even touch myself.

It started at the end of my day, beginning of his. We had met up earlier that week and sparks flew between us. Our want for each other was elevated after the meet up and my imagination is equally matched in his (he would probably tell you otherwise and be modest, but I know he has a downright filthy, creative mind and it’s a pleasure to lick the bits he shares with me). The exchange started innocently enough with a chat about what we wish we had time for when we saw each other... more time would mean more touches, more kisses - perhaps we would have even played a little... I could have done this, he could have done that... how I would respond, how he would move and react to that - you get the picture.

I was starting to get wet thinking about all the things. I don’t know why I even thought I should, but ten minutes into our tête-à-tête I asked him if I could start touching. I hadn’t ever done that before, asked for an initial start, but it felt right. He politely replied with “Not quite yet.” I groaned and kept my hands away as we continued a back and forth which had my pussy dripping. We went for another eight minutes before I asked again, “Please? I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet without touch. Ever. Please can I touch myself?” He was steadfast, “That is a wonderful compliment, but not yet. Almost Kitten. Almost.”

I was so frustrated. I could have just fulfilled myself right there and not waited for his permission. He wouldn’t have known the difference. Why was I doing what he asked? Why was I following him now when in the past I wouldn’t have adhered to something like this (and didn’t)? The truth came to me after, without asking, six minutes later he typed one word for me: “Now.” I was overcome with lust, greed, need - and almost immediately found my release.

After the waves of pleasure had finished ravaging my body I was hit with that clarity you feel after a really great orgasm. In those moments I discussed with him that I thought it was my respect for him as a person that allowed us to explore this new thing... the fact that I knew it was safe to listen to him... that he wouldn’t hurt me purposefully and would push me, but not too far. He had agreed and said the respect was mutual, which made me feel even better about him.

Since that first time I haven’t done much more exploring in the area, but that was damn hot... and I’ll be forever grateful to him for the excursion into the unknown.

 

[deft]

That's a strikingly hot tale, darling. It has me quivering with need... but I shan't touch myself... promise.

 

[Moochienanu]

Good to hear you are leaving most of this behind you and moving on with reasonably fresh eyes.

The thought of ‘micro bondage’ is exciting. In a weird way it is puppeteering, but obviously with the consent of the ‘puppet’. I don’t mean that this in the true sense of the word, because the ‘puppet’ in this case has a mind of their own and can take decisions as to what is happening and how far to go. Does that make sense.

It took me a while to realize the things that hold me back. Now I’m able to recognize them and forge ahead.

No such thing as too much when it comes to you The more the merrier !

I don’t think everyone would agree with you, but I’m happy you and a few people feel that way.

What time shall I drop off your pizza?

Any time works for me, as long as it’s a Chicago-style deep dish cheese pizza from my favorite local restaurant.

 

[Moochienanu]

That's a strikingly hot tale, darling. It has me quivering with need... but I shan't touch myself... promise.

I would never dream of holding anyone back from their desires. *impish grin*

 

[deft]

I would never dream of holding anyone back from their desires. *impish grin*

Oh, thank goodness! *stroking*

 

[Todger65]

I have used similar tactics in sexting. With one girl I was operating WiFi remote anal and vaginal vibes and denied all her requests for release. As her requests got more frequent, I eventually gave that same one word command, ‘now’. Instant reaction. When she came down from her release, she said it was the best ever experience she had ever had.

I tried it with another, just sexting and her using fingers, but she blew after her first request. She couldn’t hold back, couldn’t take being controlled.

It’s not for everyone.

 

[Wallflower20]

Mmmn... Your most recent musing is loooovely! I quite like the tease and denial game, and you captured the crux of my fascination quite well.

Something about him makes it so natural to yield control over to him, and the more I trust him, the more exciting it is, and the more addicting it is.

 

[Wallflower20]

It is a bit serendipitous that we live in relative proximity, so I’m excited to see what the future may hold for us. I keep peeking in on your thread, but feel a bit silly for being there... perhaps I’ll muster some courage and post something there.

I can’t wait to hear more about your verdict and appraisal on the series. So far it sounds like something I would be quite interested in.

I am going to give away a secret: I’m not a natural redhead (like you are), but rather a blonde. I look better red (many agree with me on this) so I stay this way, but I often blame my forgetful nature and silliness on my natural hair colour.

"a bit" serendipitous... A LOT serendipitous, more like! Oh, I'm SO glad you feel that way. >.< I was honestly afraid I came off as a bit of a creeper because I got so excited.

Oh, please don't feel silly! I'd look forward to any contribution you decide to make. I'm not picky; someone could pop in and ask a random question and I'll answer it without a second guess. >.< It honestly makes me a little giddy to know I'm not the only one keeping tabs on you, that the favor is returned.

Ah, interesting! I was blonde when I was young. Got to be brunette around middle school, but I loved swimming and I was athletic in school there, so I found my red then. Joined orchestra and language in high school and didn't get as much sun there, so it stayed more brown until the summer, when I'd have my grandpa's corn and strawberry patches to help him tend and harvest. -^ ^- Then the red'd come out again.

 

[deft]

"...I'm excited to see what the future may hold for us."

This statement is dripping with erotic promise!

 

[Moochienanu]

I just realized...

There’s no picture on this page...
Should I fix that? Or?

 

[Joxlrg]

Picture

Would love a picture.. Your words have been awesome as well tho

 

[Joxlrg]

figured we were waiting for fulfillment..Edging

 

[Moochienanu]

I mentioned I used to be blonde...

So how about some legs?

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture

 

[WerdNerd]

So how about some legs?

Very sexy legs.

 

[Joxlrg]

Legs

Those look like they could be a blondes legs.. Need to see a bit further up to be sure tho.

 

[peekingone]

wow for sure will subscribe now that I spent the last bit of time reading your thread. WOW!!!!

 

[porkyrocket69]

Those are some VERY nice gams!

 

[Smoothshavendad]

So how about some legs?

Around my neck preferably...

 

[Wallflower20]

So how about some legs?

Whew! What a doll! You could see those legs, shade of your skin and all, on a porcelain figurine! Love how healthy you look!

 

[ohverbatum7]

So how about some legs?

So how about them! as a dyed in the wool leg man, can't say I've seen their equal.

 

[Moochienanu]

Is this high enough? Can’t think of much higher...

Also, I relistened to Leggy Blonde and it all does seem to come back to pi... or pie... I like pie.

*of note: I have a bit of a story about these fishnets and this particular day of dress ups (because that’s what it was: playing dress up).

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture