Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

[Todger65]

I am little.

I am a little girl.

I have seen this in you for a while, but then you know that. There have been small things in your words and pictures to suggest it and you have now noticed it in yourself.

The DD/lg dynamic is not understood by a lot of people, but each couple are different, have different reasons for being with each other. I have come across a variety but the two main ones that seem to appear are the ones who have missed out on a father figure as a child either by a missing father or abusive father( not necessarily sexual), and those who either have not outgrown their childhood or find that they don’t like adulting.

There is also a minority who have a fantasy about a sexual relationship with their father, but chose another older man instead. Then on each of these there are variations.

You have made it clear which things you are not involved in which is good. Your reasons for not wanting and initially refusing to call someone Daddy, are valid, the relationship can be there without necessarily having the tags.

Asking someone outright to call me Daddy is not my way, it is something that may be discussed after an initial ‘finding out/learning curve’ period of time, and I have had someone start to call me Daddy of her own accord. There are no set rules.

I always insist on a good morning and goodnight message/call as a way of ensuring my partners know I am thinking about them and their welfare. Time zones make this difficult to always be around at the same time so the contact may be separated but necessary. I’ve also made sure that they are kept informed of changes to my daily average routine and I ask they do the same.

DD/lg is something that you find suits you both, helps you have control of your life in a way that you both want and need.

 

[Deleted member 1177770]

This dynamic is something that interests most and is also the most that is talked about.
It is insightful to understand your take on it and the why behind it.

Everyone has their pouts, stubborn wants but not everyone comes out and says it clearly. In many ways we connect with the ways you put across things, we may not express it enough but the aha moment is always there. So hats off to you for sharing your thoughts with us and let us get an insight into you.

A little a masterpiece you are, giving us a little insight into what we like to hear at the same time your little tit bits do keep us intrigued.

 

[Moochienanu]

Are you afraid
Of my big blocks of text?
Intimidated
To ask a question
Because my snarky answers
Make you chuckle to yourself
And unable to reply

Okay.
Of course it isn’t habit.
I have terrible habits
You’re nothing near terrible.
Me?
I write the big words in long, useless paragraphs
That sit there like a stone
Unable to be swallowed.
Undigestible garbage.

There’s always hope.

 

[Moochienanu]

I feel like talking to no one tonight...
So I will probably be posting a lot
Of utter rubbish.

Don’t mind me.
Go about your day (or whatever time it is for you).

 

[Moochienanu]

Beautiful photo, I do like your variety of nipple jewellery.

(I realized I didn’t address this part of your message before) I have a strange need to have a bunch of different jewelry and then end up going back to the ones I like best. These rose-gold ones have been my favorites overall due to their unique shape.

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture

I think access to that gold star would be a pretty desirable prize.

This star has very limited accessibility to others (I don’t show off my tattoos very often), so through sheer rarity, yes, it is desirable.

Your friendship is prize enough, lovely.
The sweet dragon has already seen to the much more.

You are such a sweet lady. I value your opinion and thoughts, and am honoured to call you my friend.

(And good. You most definitely deserve it. )

 

[Moochienanu]

We are all uneven, your pieces are beautiful,

I’m sorry your brain hurts - that bit needs fixing with a little self love, it’s all fixable, xx

I took your advice and had a long bath and a glass of whiskey before bed yesterday. It allowed me to loosen my mind and relax a bit into my thoughts. Thank you.

More of a red hot star than a gold star.

Such a sweet compliment, though I’m thinking it is not just about my tattoo...

Sounds like you are being pulled in different directions again. Time to weigh up the pros and cons of each and if they are close for each direction then leave alone. If the pros are high on one direction, then maybe that is the way to move, slowly.

I have been dealing with the pros and cons in my way... I will take my time in this important decision. Thank you for your advice.

 

[Moochienanu]

I love this!

So one or two then?

Oh Moochie, you have no idea how much I do think of you. On your thread, and off. I do love your Musings, really I do... and you share a lot of your thoughts here. Sometimes I do not know how to respond, but I do take it all in. Not just your physical attributes, but your inner mind ones as well.
This is going to seem cliched and late, but I believe these words: You are beautiful on the outside AND on the inside. I admire what you have built with this thread. I am thankful I get these glimpses into your life.
((HUGGLES))

That’s very nice of you to say. Thank you. I overwhelm myself sometimes too... like my thoughts flow out of my so fast they’re like a stream of running water and it’s all I can do to fill my bottle by dipping it in and showing the contents here. Thank you for coming back... and for commenting more. I enjoy reading your thoughts.

 

[Moochienanu]

I am not easy.
Nothing worth having is.

And my worth, although never in question by others,
Is constantly becoming more as I find me.

If you don’t understand what I mean,
You aren’t meant to.

 

[Todger65]

(I realized I didn’t address this part of your message before) I have a strange need to have a bunch of different jewelry and then end up going back to the ones I like best. These rose-gold ones have been my favorites overall due to their unique shape.

Yes that is the one that I like too, it is a very unusual shape. The other I like is the jewelled ring with the bar in front.

Such a sweet compliment, though I’m thinking it is not just about my tattoo...

You know me too well.

 

[Todger65]

I’m reading your little ramblings, just more insight into who you are.

 

[Moochienanu]

Didn't want to clog the page with quoting your entire piece here. I feel I have some new insights into you. I am probably a person who understand the least when it comes to these dynamics. I mean, I have my own little oddities I am sure, but probably much like you I just don't know enough or have the right partner perhaps, to explore them.
You are someone that will constantly make me think. For good, for naughty, for all I'm worth, you make me think and ponder so much about not only sexuality, but life. I think that's why I didn't comment as much as others here. I never knew what I could say or do that either hadn't been said... or that I would sound stupid. I have to admit, I was also afraid I might say something that would upset you and then you wouldn't really want me posting here any more. So I just enjoyed the thoughts, the pictures and the inspiration you have been by delving into a tough past and coming through an amazing woman... an amazing person.
I see compliments are tough for you sometimes, but I truly mean everything I say. I find you to be beautiful, sexy, alluring, desirable and a TRULY talented, intellectual and understanding woman.
((HUGGLES))

First off, thank you for your kind words. They are meaningful to me. This “little” post was actually really difficult for me to write, so thank you for taking the time to read it and comment.

After my discovery which was triggered by a partner, it does feel like I fit the dynamic itself more, but I also have proof (yes, you’re the proof) that the label of ‘little girl’ is just that: a label. I am still me without it. I still have the same thoughts, likes, proclivities that I did before I embrassed the basic definition. You may not be able to speak to the dynamic personally, but I appreciate that you don’t pretend to be something you’re not. We all should be so bold.

The fact that I make you think makes me so happy. That’s what I’m here for: to make known that I am more than just my body (50% of the time anyway).

This last bolder statement worried me... do I do something to make it seem like I would ever have this reaction about someone who posts on my thread? I would like to know so I can rectify the behavior. I want to make people feel welcome to share their thoughts and ideas without judgments... it’s what I do here, so why shouldn’t you?

 

[Moochienanu]

Why is it?
That every moment,
Even the smallest connection,
Just any bit of my day,
I am reminded of you.

I yearn to look at things your way,
Even though we don't talk,
My desperate wish is that we would,

You occupy my mind,
I want to think of you,
Your smile,
That lovely grin,
I'd not have much to say,
I'd just be lost in what would seem conversation.

The constant desire,
To be with you,
Everywhere,
In everything you do,
Is just one lame wish of mine.

Red lips,
Green eyeballs,
Flowery patterns,
Flowing hair,
Soft scent...



Wherever I live,
Is to get a chance,
To surface in your thoughts.
Close enough I may never get,
To put my arms around you,
Breathe a sigh as I may just to think.

Where I live is in my dreams,
With you,
Forever you,
That sly giggle,
Those fiery eyes,
Undoubtedly a fire that cannot be quenched.

No darkness can steal,
This feeling that I observe,
The thought of your touch,
Is company enough,
To dream of you again.

I live in the moment,
The dream of you,
Clasping our arms,
Holding you close,
Feeling your breath,
it's just you.

What I'd give to be with you,
To be part of your gaze,
To be the reason of your smile,
To be the choice of your lust,
Always there for you.

I often wonder,

About those soft ear lobes,
The crunchy ankle,
Your wavy tummy,
The soft of your back,
...

Wow. I love how you read me and then change an entire feeling in such a lovely way to reflect an image upon myself. Thank you for making me feel so special.

 

[Moochienanu]

Admittedly, many things, not just a song from a band I love, makes me think of you. Shush. You’re making me blush now.

A crisp morning breeze
Walking in these shoes
Wearing that dress
So many layers
The feel when I hear your voice
When you say my name
Your breath catching and my sighs
Knowing you know and you don’t care
Taking a bite of fibrous fruits
Sipping my cappuccino
The shape of your glasses
The colour of your eyes behind them
The taste of that first kiss
The hope for many more


...
Pandan (I was going to say pomegranate, but this is more obscure)
Quince
Rutabaga
Swordfish
Tangerine

 

[Moochienanu]

I’m a little surprised...

No one has asked what I’m colouring in the pic attached to my last long musing.

If you were wondering.

 

[Todger65]

No one has asked what I’m colouring in the pic attached to my last long musing.
http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2061802&stc=1&d=1547551511
If you were wondering.

I love it.

I think most people got distracted by your body next to it.

 

[ohverbatum7]

You have a wonderful way with words, is it spontaneously, or do you agonize over the prose. do you write for a living.

 

[Moochienanu]

You have a wonderful way with words, is it spontaneously, or do you agonize over the prose. do you write for a living.

Both. Some is spontaneous (my “poem” type things tend to be this way) and some things I agonize and read over and over and still don’t really like when I finally decide to put them here (those tend to be the longer posts and “story-type” items).

 

[Deleted member 1177770]

Both. Some is spontaneous (my “poem” type things tend to be this way) and some things I agonize and read over and over and still don’t really like when I finally decide to put them here (those tend to be the longer posts and “story-type” items.

The story types although agonizing are the ones that lend meaning.

It is when we look for meaning in what we do, in what we share, that we agonize and feel that it should be the best of us coming out.

Whatever you decide and finally do share is just lovely.

 

[Moochienanu]

That feeling...

I am floating.
Not in a good way.
Usually people explain floating as if on air.
As if they are so happy their feet fly off the ground
They have a head-in-the-clouds feeling due to the pure bliss they’re experiencing.
Those people can go fuck themselves.

I feel like I have nothing to ground me.
No anchor to hold to.
No weight to keep me level.
I am floating away
My arms start outstretched toward you
And you don’t seem to care.
So I bring them back to me and
Hold myself tightly
Fetal position.
You’re talking to someone else.
Someone who must be more interesting,
Prettier,
Smarter,
Better for you,
Closer to you,
So many things I’m not.

And you look happy there
As you talk to her
Which is good
Because I think I was the one who let go
And you don’t see me as
I am floating away.

 

[Massive Grooves]

I know this floating feeling, as you described it, well.

 

[Shyguy1369]

First off, thank you for your kind words. They are meaningful to me. This “little” post was actually really difficult for me to write, so thank you for taking the time to read it and comment.

After my discovery which was triggered by a partner, it does feel like I fit the dynamic itself more, but I also have proof (yes, you’re the proof) that the label of ‘little girl’ is just that: a label. I am still me without it. I still have the same thoughts, likes, proclivities that I did before I embrassed the basic definition. You may not be able to speak to the dynamic personally, but I appreciate that you don’t pretend to be something you’re not. We all should be so bold.

The fact that I make you think makes me so happy. That’s what I’m here for: to make known that I am more than just my body (50% of the time anyway).

This last bolder statement worried me... do I do something to make it seem like I would ever have this reaction about someone who posts on my thread? I would like to know so I can rectify the behavior. I want to make people feel welcome to share their thoughts and ideas without judgments... it’s what I do here, so why shouldn’t you?

Moochie, that last bolder statement is on me, not you. I sometimes lack the confidence to just say what's on my mind. It's another reason why I like your thread, you put it all out there. I just let my own fears get to me sometimes, and I never wanted to be pushed out of this thread because of my enjoyment. So no, nothing you did brought this one.

 

[Moochienanu]

Because sometimes lyrics say it better

Holding on - Jenn Champion

I got this all made up
You're putting on a charade
I try not to give up
This shit is always the same
And we're all trying to be real
But we need that sex appeal (uh huh)
And we're all trying to be real
But we need something to feel (uh huh)
(Go on you can deal with it)
(Go on you can deal with it)

And you've got me thinking about you
You've got me thinking of holding on
And you've got me thinking about you
You've got me thinking of holding on

And you've got me thinking about you
You've got me thinking of holding on alright
Alright? alright

And I still forget
I don't feel at home
How long can I fake it
How many people will show

And we're all trying to be real
But we need that mass appeal (uh huh)
And we're all trying to be real
But we need some time to heal (uh huh)
(Go on you can deal with it)
(Go on you can deal with it)

And you've got me thinking about you
You've got me thinking of holding on
And you've got me thinking about you
You've got me thinking of holding on

And you've got me thinking about you
You've got me thinking of holding on alright
Alright? alright

I got no way without you
This ain't no fucking game
I got nowhere to go, where to go
I know it's hard to see through
'Cause you don't feel the same
Don't wanna lose my grip
But don't belong here

And you've got me thinking about you
You've got me thinking of holding on
And you've got me thinking about you
You've got me thinking of holding on

And you've got me thinking about you
(I got no way without you, This ain't no fucking game)
You've got me thinking of holding on
(I got nowhere to go)
And you've got me thinking about you
(I got no way without you, This ain't no fucking game)
You've got me thinking of holding on
(I got nowhere to go)
Alright
Alright? alright

There’s more than one link in this post.

 

[Moochienanu]

Electricity, when you play with me.

I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel
I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel

There is nothing quite so satisfying as the feel of letting go. It is hard to explain except that there isn’t a care in the world that runs through my mind when I’m able to surrender. I have an overactive mind. I am constantly thinking, re-evaluating things I said or did (even from years ago that have no real bearing on any aspect of my life anymore). To turn off my brain, or turn it onto something else, something where I can lose myself, that takes a little time. It takes finesse. It takes the right words, the right visual stimulation, the right touch.

Words: electric words. Tell me how I look. How I feel to you. What you see in my eyes. I’ll tell you my hopes, my wishes, my dreams, my cravings, my needs in return for yours. I’ll tell you anything you ask. I want to feel your words wash over me as I hear them, read them. I want to know you think of me. I think of you. Tell me where, when, how, most importantly why. The reason is the most important. Don’t forget to tell me why or I will wonder and my mind won’t be on what you say anymore. Even if it is as simple as “because I need to feel how your ass gives under my hand as I spank you,” the why will keep me enthralled.

Visuals: the yummy things. The things that make me sigh contentedly and “Mmmm” about. The things that erase any other visual from my mind. Seeing your face, eyes, staring into mine and really seeing me. Your chest, perfect for me rest my head upon, to quiet and relax my mind more. Your hands, which make me gasp to just think about them lifting and moving me about with ease, using me in the most essential way, pulling my hair, holding me down, leaving bruises in their shape on my skin. You removing your belt, hints, teases, they get me steaming, sopping.

Then it is time for the letting go, for the touching, the feeling, the tasting. The time to see how far I can get lost in your hands as they work over me, using your tools of the trade. How lost I can become in your words as you say what you’re going to do and then do it. As you tell me what to do and I happily oblige. How lost can I become looking into your eyes as I cum for you? I can forget everything else. All of it, for you.

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture

 

[Willingtoshare]

I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel
I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel

There is nothing quite so satisfying as the feel of letting go. It is hard to explain except that there isn’t a care in the world that runs through my mind when I’m able to surrender. I have an overactive mind. I am constantly thinking, re-evaluating things I said or did (even from years ago that have no real bearing on any aspect of my life anymore). To turn off my brain, or turn it onto something else, something where I can lose myself, that takes a little time. It takes finesse. It takes the right words, the right visual stimulation, the right touch.

Words: electric words. Tell me how I look. How I feel to you. What you see in my eyes. I’ll tell you my hopes, my wishes, my dreams, my cravings, my needs in return for yours. I’ll tell you anything you ask. I want to feel your words wash over me as I hear them, read them. I want to know you think of me. I think of you. Tell me where, when, how, most importantly why. The reason is the most important. Don’t forget to tell me why or I will wonder and my mind won’t be on what you say anymore. Even if it is as simple as “because I need to feel how your ass gives under my hand as I spank you,” the why will keep me enthralled.

Visuals: the yummy things. The things that make me sigh contentedly and “Mmmm” about. The things that erase any other visual from my mind. Seeing your face, eyes, staring into mine and really seeing me. Your chest, perfect for me rest my head upon, to quiet and relax my mind more. Your hands, which make me gasp to just think about them lifting and moving me about with ease, using me in the most essential way, pulling my hair, holding me down, leaving bruises in their shape on my skin. You removing your belt, hints, teases, they get me steaming, sopping.

Then it is time for the letting go, for the touching, the feeling, the tasting. The time to see how far I can get lost in your hands as they work over me, using your tools of the trade. How lost I can become in your words as you say what you’re going to do and then do it. As you tell me what to do and I happily oblige. How lost can I become looking into your eyes as I cum for you? I can forget everything else. All of it, for you.

Wonderful musings and visuals as always.

 

[Moochienanu]

The story types although agonizing are the ones that lend meaning.

It is when we look for meaning in what we do, in what we share, that we agonize and feel that it should be the best of us coming out.

Whatever you decide and finally do share is just lovely.

I wrote another story-type thing. It’s a bit less... substantial... in content, but it is still a peek into me.

Also, I feel my “poetry” is getting a little better... but maybe it just seems that way to me because I’m using it as a bit of a personal scream into the void?