Moochie’s Musings (and a pic or two)

[WoodenVibrator]

He loves her. She is clueless. I work with her (only sometimes, thankfully). He was my side guy for a bit.

They were both technically married when they met.
She was pregnant.
His wife at the time was.
They met in a birthing class.
She is the only connection to him left in my life.
I hate her.
But can’t show her.
Or tell her.

Sounds like bourbon is a good ally in this situation.

 

[Moochienanu]

Sounds like bourbon is a good ally in this situation.

Bourbon and a bath always makes a good combo.

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture

 

[WoodenVibrator]

Bourbon and a bath always makes a good combo.

I suppose “how many fingers?” has more than one meaning in this situation.

 

[Moochienanu]

I suppose “how many fingers?” has more than one meaning in this situation.

I suppose that may be the case... yes.

 

[Shyguy1369]

Okay... well, please don’t be scared to post anything you like here. Questions? Comments? Concerns? Thoughts? Feelings? Lay ‘em on me.

I know that now, and I am more comfortable posting on your thread now as you I am sure noticed. So I will continue to share with you, enjoy your pictures and of course your thoughts, stories, feelings and more.
((HUGGLES))

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.

These are the words that make me wish I was that man in your life. You are truly a woman that inspires many fantasies. Just reading this made me think of what it would be like to have that ability to make you let go and be the one who brings you to orgasm.

 

[WoodenVibrator]

I suppose that may be the case... yes.

Interesting. Very interesting.

So...how many fingers?

 

[Moochienanu]

I heard once that rubbing alcohol was for injuries you can see on the outside, drinking alcohol is for those on the inside. So cheers everyone.

 

[WoodenVibrator]

Bottoms up!

Again with the double meaning!

 

[Massive Grooves]

I heard once that rubbing alcohol was for injuries you can see on the outside, drinking alcohol is for those on the inside. So cheers everyone.

Have one for me.

I have a few internal injuries.

 

[Moochienanu]

Bottoms up!

Again with the double meaning!

My bubbles are dissipating as is my ability to have good judgment (as made obvious in this last Pic).

Edit: 2/23/22 - removed picture

 

[Moochienanu]

Have one for me.

I have a few internal injuries.

As you say.

And for the record, She is not the only reason I need this today.

 

[WoodenVibrator]

Bubbles dissipating...check.
Judgment dissipating...negative. Judgment remains sound and spankable.

 

[Moochienanu]

Interesting. Very interesting.

So...how many fingers?

It’ll be a different answer for each of these questions. *sips on third tumbler*

I’m totally headed to bed soon, btw. I’ve been promised a tuck in in 22 minutes.

 

[WoodenVibrator]

I’m gonna just assume that means 3 for each question.

 

[Shyguy1369]

It’ll be a different answer for each of these questions. *sips on third tumbler*

I’m totally headed to bed soon, btw. I’ve been promised a tuck in in 22 minutes.

And OH how I would love to tuck you in

 

[Moochienanu]

I was told to put it on the record... once again, I am drunk. I feel I need to reiterate as this may be gone later due to that fact.

 

[Moochienanu]

G’night y’all.

 

[WoodenVibrator]

Nice work today. Sleep well!

 

[Shyguy1369]

I was told to put it on the record... once again, I am drunk. I feel I need to reiterate as this may be gone later due to that fact.

((HUGGLES))
Sorry you had a bad day Moochie, wish I could make it all better.
Loved hearing you, just wish your day had been better. Hopefully Thursday is a better one for you.
x 13

 

[AngelicaS1780]

I was told to put it on the record... once again, I am drunk. I feel I need to reiterate as this may be gone later due to that fact.

Hey beautiful one ~ Singing and whisky/whiskey makes everything better. Especially a Dalwhinnie. Wish I had your singing voice. What I lack in talent, I well make up for in emotion/enthusiasm, depending on the mood.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

I was told to put it on the record... once again, I am drunk. I feel I need to reiterate as this may be gone later due to that fact.

Your lyrics led me to these lyrics...

Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather
And I can fuck up anything, anything.
It was a wonderful life when we were together,
And now I've fucked up every little goddamn thing.

Amelie lied to me, this was supposed to be easy.
I found the one damn person to help me fall asleep in the night.
But sleeping gets tiring, and dark reminds me of dying,
And as long as this feeble heart is still beating,
You will find me rushing through every room, switching on all the lights.

The problem with falling in love in late bars
Is that there's always more nights, there's always more bars.
The problem with showing your lover your scars
Is that everybody's lover is covered in scars.

So give me one fine day of plain sailing weather
And I can fuck up anything, anything.
It was a wonderful life when we were together,
And now I've fucked up every little goddamn thing.

Things got fractious, and I felt faithless,
At that moment just before the dawn when everything falls apart.
But baby I didn't mean it, for things to get desperate.
I let slip my guard, let go of the rudder,
Now we're drifting in the current away from one another.

So give me one fine day of plain sailing weather
And I can fuck up anything, anything.
It was a wonderful life when we were together,
And now I've fucked up every little goddamn thing,
Every little goddamn thing.

I've been skirting round the rim of doing something
Brave, and not just standing, but jumping in,
Of making circles into squares, of laying down
The bare facts like a burden I can't bear.
And I can almost find the words, but I can see the way you'd
Fold your hands, speak my name like a curse
Upon your pretty lips, the pressured white behind your fingertips.

And when you see me for all that I am
I couldn't make mistakes to make a difference any more.
I'd throw myself down on my knees, at your hands,
And beg you for forgiveness for my fuck ups and my faults.
And maybe you'd relent and return my hope for our forever,
Lift up your precious hands, and then bring yours and mine together,
So just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather.

 

[Deleted member 1177770]

You have a lovely voice. That is enough to heal internal injuries in my opinion

 

[Moochienanu]

I know that now, and I am more comfortable posting on your thread now as you I am sure noticed. So I will continue to share with you, enjoy your pictures and of course your thoughts, stories, feelings and more.
((HUGGLES))

These are the words that make me wish I was that man in your life. You are truly a woman that inspires many fantasies. Just reading this made me think of what it would be like to have that ability to make you let go and be the one who brings you to orgasm.

I am glad to hear you feel safe to share here. That makes me happy.

As far as getting to be the person in my life... that’s a pretty exclusive club (believe it or not) as I’m super picky about the people I exchange private thoughts with (okay, some stuff here is considered rather private, yes, but it also has an element of anonymity and vagueness when left how it is. For example I wrote this thinking about a person I really like, but someone asked if I had lost someone dear to me... sometimes the reader’s emotions play a bigger part and I’m getting off topic here, aren’t I?).

And OH how I would love to tuck you in

I have never heard a complaint from someone about the task.

 

[Moochienanu]

I’m gonna just assume that means 3 for each question.

You assume incorrectly as I said it is a different number for each...

Nice work today. Sleep well!

I did sleep well, thank you.

 

[Moochienanu]

((HUGGLES))
Sorry you had a bad day Moochie, wish I could make it all better.
Loved hearing you, just wish your day had been better. Hopefully Thursday is a better one for you.
x 13

We all have bad days, I think I’ve been having a slew of them and it culminated yesterday. I’ve been trying to focus on positives today, so hopefully it’ll continue to be better.

Hey beautiful one ~ Singing and whisky/whiskey makes everything better. Especially a Dalwhinnie. Wish I had your singing voice. What I lack in talent, I well make up for in emotion/enthusiasm, depending on the mood.

Emotion is what music is all about. I think that’s why I connect with it so much: I search for when a feeling is portrayed in both lyric and tone. I don’t think I have much talent in the way of singing (there are so many people here who do karaoke and kill it, and it’s hard to compare myself to them), but it’s very nice of you to say my drunken, meandering voice is something you wish for, so thank you.