Really?

Ok. I recently talked to someone who basicly showed their ass because they were rejected because all they had to show me as a pic wasn’t a smile, which I would have liked. No they showed me a pic of them from just under the nose to the inside of their pants. I wasn’t impressed. That and the wookie pelt was kinda impressive but I wasn’t attracted to the display. Was I harsh? Let me know…

mike_methany: Hi, I’m 43, 5 10″ brn hair and blue eyes, 190lbs, solid build, big arms and a warm smile. What do you look like?
Mocha: see profile
mike_methany: sexy pic
mike_methany: see me ok?
Mocha: I don’t really see anything but your fuzziness
mike_methany: wow, thats not too nice
Mocha:  wel me see.
Mocha: you have your face from the nose down and you made sure I got a bit of crotch with that.
Mocha: should I be nice?
mike_methany: wow
mike_methany: i guess its fair, because all i can see in ur pic is ur fatness
Mocha: dude it is a bbw room if I weren’t comfortable with being fat then I wouldn’t be here
Mocha: if you aren’t comfortable with fat women then you should be elsewhere
mike_methany: thats not exactly the point
mike_methany has closed photo sharing.

Mocha: the point is that I don’t really see you there. And because of that I am not impressed at your attempt at being a person
Mocha: good luck though
mike_methany: but it does look like u have nice tits
Mocha: and I hope you pull that stick out of your ass. Rejection is part of the game.
Mocha: fuck yourself you twit. I am not interested.
mike_methany: wow, and being a cunt is apparently part of the game
mike_methany: a part that you’ve mastered
Mocha: No I just happen to be bitchy with people who present themselves as penis life support
mike_methany: leave me alone, please
Mocha: you messaged me fool. you should have thought about the reaction involved, use iggy
mike_methany: leave me alone, please
Mocha: you messaged me fool. you should have thought about the reaction involved, use iggy
mike_methany: wow, you are soo smart
mike_methany: you must be on welfare
Mocha: Man did you have to resort to a stereotype to make yourself feel better?
Mocha: Oh my.. I am pierced to the soul at your half ass attempt to gather your dignity and self respect.

Mocha

Love? Riiight…

I had a conversation with a good friend of mine about men. I guess I am getting more and more jaded as time goes on. Feeling mostly like it isn’t really going to ever work for me because I feel so badly about men in general. Anyway it sort of went like this.

Good Friend: ah well … I sort of take it all in my stride mocha … don’t let it get to you dear … not worth the grief

Mocha: No, I guess you are right

Mocha: but it isn’t even entertaining anymore.

Good Friend: well it seems different people get different things out of chat … for me … it’s relief and escape … so that’s probably why I don’t take things too seriously while I’m in there

Mocha: I guess.

Mocha: I kinda of use it as a way to observe people as they would be if given the chance.

Mocha: I find it interesting when I am not annoyed.

Good Friend: well … there you go … any observations that I make are more generalized and not so in depth I suppose … but I do agree with the fact that some in there can be annoying … not that I’ve noticed so much with females

Good Friend: but some of the males definitely …, yes

Mocha: I find that chatting does at time erode my idea of men. Makes me more realistic but also disappoints me greatly.

Mocha: ok can you tell me why this even happened?

Mocha: john_harley3: got dc

Mocha: ah

john_harley3: i saw ur profile that u don’t like welcoming

Mocha: ok

john_harley3: cant we just view each other?

Mocha: good night

john_harley3: gn

john_harley3: may i add u?

Mocha: no.

Good Friend: male hormones … at their very basic level

Good Friend: little head thinking for the big one

Good Friend: as is more often the case

Mocha: But maybe I am not being fair. Do women do this as well?

Good Friend: well … not that much that I’ve noticed

Good Friend: although I quite often get invited to view cams of females

Good Friend: I suppose males are just more basic and forthright with there wants/desires … that and the fact that most of them can’t type for shit

Good Friend: lol

Mocha: I think I am very forth right about my desires, but I am not interested in fucking a penis life support system either. I think women are more interested in the kind of person she lets into her body.

Mocha: Not just the quality of sex, the personality or even the things that man has. But that he is a decent man to begin with. And so many men seem to not even have decency going for them.

Mocha: But I think basically we want the same thing. But it is important to women who they get it from as opposed to getting it at all.

Good Friend: yes … but I’ve noticed that some females can be very basic in their desires too … but I suppose each to their own

Mocha: I agree with that as well.

Good Friend: like I think I’ve said before … you would no doubt suffer from the same general problem … some guy thinks … BBW … probably has big tits … I’m gunna ask her to show … if she says f* off … well nothing lost

Good Friend: some of them have hides like a rhino … almost bulletproof

Mocha:

Mocha: But it makes it hard to get to know any man. Because even decent men can act like that. Often do.

Good Friend: oh yes … they can do

Mocha: I don’t want to share my body, my anything with any of the.

Mocha: them

Mocha: How can I get close when I know that he is that disgusting and is willing to use someone like that?

Mocha: that he isn’t as basically decent as he says he is.

Good Friend: I don’t know dear … that is not an easy question to answer

Good Friend: and maybe the answer doesn’t lie within yahoo

Mocha: I don’t think the answer lies anywhere

I am not sure what I am saying. I think I have been divorced so long and so heart broken, battered and used that I am not willing to deal with it anymore. That I am finding that men aren’t worth knowing in a romantic sense or even sexual context. Not that women are the answer, they have their own set of issues and complications. I think I have just gotten to a point in my life where as much as I would love to be loved and to love, who I love and what they are as a person isn’t something that I am willing to compromise on. But isn’t that the point of the new marriage numbers. Even in the shallowest of marriages or the deepest of relationships it is getting to where people aren’t willing to figure out how to deal and cope with the humaness of another human being because they don’t have to any more. A woman doesn’t have to settle for a man so that the bills will be paid. A man doesn’t have to settle for a woman that can’t please him sexually or that he can’t stand to be in a room with. People aren’t expect to suffer silently anymore. Sure you might attempt to make a commitment to someone but if it doesn’t work out then you can start over.

I just think I am not willing to really play the game anymore. I feel too old or mature or whatever to even pretend that I want to learn the rules. Men just seem so self serving and self centered. Catering to only their own whims and fleeting desires. What is a woman supposed to do? Or more importantly what am I going to do? Do I roll over and give up or do I keep plugging away, ever searching, hoping… who knows.

Mocha

I Posted A New Story

I have been waiting on this posting for quite a while now. Seems that it takes time to convert the story over. I don’t know. But it is up and looking pretty good. Though I haven’t done as much with the editing. I am sure that will bite me in the behind. Any hoo, I have posted it and here is a link.

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=358370

and if you want to read the original story here is the link for that :

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=357270

Enjoy.

Mocha

I wrote a story…

And I am going to give you a link directly to it. Now if you read it please leave some feed back and of course please, please, please vote on it. I can’t wait to see what y’all think. I am going try to make this story a chain story so I will hopefully have regular installments of Patience and Riley.Oh and that pic above is one I drew of them Yes she is based on me and well he… he is based on quite a few different men I have found attractive and have had relationships with but no one was harmed in the making of this erotica.

Mocha.

there is the link:

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=357270

Don’t read this if you are easily offended.

This will be minor Christianity bashing, so for all those who are sensitive to such blasphemous and heretical information should move onward. It is also going to be bashing women and men in general. This is a rant.

I have NEVER been ashamed of who and what I look like, or for that matter, who or what I am. Never. Not since I gained my woman’s form. I have always had attempts made, cheap shots and rude comments about how I am shaped no matter what size I was. It seems that men and women find it fascinating that a woman my current size can still have a waist. But that is neither here nor there… I want to talk about size, pompous posturing and porn.

But let us start with my big beef. I am tired of talking to people that hate themselves. That think that they are better than someone else or think that losing a few pounds will make them better people. That hate what they do as bad habits enough to hate it in others but do it themselves. I dislike smokers; I think it is a disgusting and useless habit. I feel that I can say that because I don’t smoke and never have and hopefully never will. I leave it open because you never know what might happen. But I don’t hate smokers who don’t share their second hand smoke with children. I don’t preach to smokers about their lungs. Because grown ass people will do what they will do regardless.

I listened to a friend of mine sit and pontificate (2: to speak or express opinions in a pompous or dogmatic way) about how people should be ashamed of their bodies when overweight or when displayed in any manner she decides is inappropriate, to me it shows how she is obviously ashamed of her own body. For years I have heard her just about cry about the state her body is in. I have also spent most of the time listening to her nearly nightly runs to Mickey D’s. She makes statements in broad, sweeping manner passing judgment on others and what they do and how they do it. Namely porn and sex are topics in easy reach of her diatribal ( 1 archaic : a prolonged discourse2 : a bitter and abusive speech or writing) spears, but being fat, being ashamed of being fat and being generally self righteous about all above topics doesn’t give her pause nor does she stop to think about exactly how she says what she says. Not that she never makes good points because she does, but the conversation have become so one sided as her side is the only side that gets voiced any more. The only thing she listens to now is what she says and how she says it for the blog that might *hopefully* become a book. Ok that was a cheap shot.

I just can’t see how someone who states that they wear their emotions on their sleeve doesn’t realize that when you say things and don’t contemplate how they are received that you are setting yourself up to be torn to pieces by anyone who listens or reads your words. I am not sure she is ready for the scrutiny that she will receive from people who think less about her and more about how many books they also sell in response to her own.

Now I am not Christian. I don’t pretend to be I don’t want to be but I know enough about the faith from the attempts to spoon fed me the doctrine by well meaning people. I know it isn’t something for me. I don’t relate to God(s)/Goddess(s)/Creative Force/Universe in conventional way. I am just now getting into the study of religion in its earliest forms to see if I feel anything that people say I should. *shrug* But I will be the first one to tell you that blind faith is a VERY bad thing. Believing in something to the extent that you stop thinking isn’t something I believed that God had in mind. If you use the analogy of children and that they grow up at some point. If that holds true then at some point in our development there should come a point where people can think for themselves. Now every child is different and needs different things but you don’t waste time and resources on a child that doesn’t need them. No good parent does anyway.

So what does that mean to me? That God is in everyone and everything. That God is what you need, when you need it. And that it isn’t a one size fits all solution to humanity’s woes but that it a customized solution to your own. Now I could be wrong and I have been before but this works for me. Oh and I am an Atheist moving toward … something. Who knows what?

Now please understand my position on porn and its place in our society. I believe that sex and the sales of sex in one form or another as a basic commodity is as important as the sugar and pork bellies futures on the market. But just like all business it has a very dirty side and it should be regulated, heavily. People are exploited everyday and they don’t have to work in porn to do that. This person that I am speaking about hates porn. She, along with myself, made money using our voices to soothe and entice men to whatever sexual end they saw fit. But I never EVER felt shame or regret for doing so. I have lied, cheated and stole for major corporations and have left feeling like I have laid down and let the customers, my managers and upper management bend me over and fuck me in the ass. I didn’t enjoy one moment of it. But when I do this work I log in and when I have had my fill, not when someone else decides, I log out. I am get up and leave it behind, completely. I don’t get jittery, I don’t dread the sound of my phone ringing, I just take the call and move on. I relish that and protect it.

So in summary, I dislike hypocrites. I detest the sanctimonious and I just think that a policy of live and let live is the best. I am not saying not to look out for evil in its vilest forms. But be pragmatic about what evil is. Be responsible for yourself and your own actions and stop blaming others for things that you should be fixing within yourself.

Mocha

Love true love…

Your Love is Based on Commitment

You believe that love is something that develops and grows. You don’t believe in love at first site, and you never mistake lust for love. For you, love is about mutual devotion, respect, and understanding. You don’t feel comfortable in a relationship, unless you’re both in it for the long run. Why your love can last: You don’t take commitment lightly – or leave relationships easily Why your love can fail: You’re so committed, you often can’t see the most obvious problems in your relationship

Women make me very shy…

Even when she is mine I am still so careful and shy. Not sexually mind you. But emotionally I am so amazed at a woman and really in a little fear of her. I want to make her smile but then I am not used to working so hard to do so. I am actually used to someone else working hard to make me smile. I get very bitter very quickly because I feel like I can’t please her. And on and on.

I really would just like some girlie to cuddle up with and have nice girlie time with. The sex… is great but most times I am not even thinking sex but am thinking mmmm girlie time. Men like to reduce themselves to fuck puppets and want me to do that to myself and most times I am not willing to do so. Girlies do that too but want to cuddle after. That’s cool. I think I am running on a feeling of wanting to cuddle but wanting to be alone otherwise. Just to contemplate my alone-ness in the arms of my girlie.

LOL. I am tripping,

Mocha.

Girlie…. where are you? Reform me… be the sun to my moon and let light fall to earth in silken waves in the night sky while doves sleep and nightingales whisper sweetly in the wind…

Story for Nilla…

So I started my writing career . This story is the lastest one and I am adding it to the site today. I hope you all like it and well I would love to get some imput. I am adding the first couple of paragraphs to see if I can get y’all to read the rest.

Mocha

I was on a mission to Austin to, as my best friend said, “experience all that life would have to offer me”. She is a little long winded but sweet and she had paid for this trip. I was to meet up with her cousin Jamal at a bar for music at the Karma Lounge. She told me that he would be playing and would be more than happy to show me around and stuff if I wanted the company but he would only be available the third night of my time. That was fine with me as I wanted to explore on my own what Austin had to offer before I got carted around the all of the tourist traps.

It was the first real trip I managed in a long time and the last few days were spent in wonderment at my surroundings, Austin was unlike any part of Texas that you hear about in the media. It is a city on a river in the middle of a desert, full of trees and secret places, inhabited by the cool and eclectic, it welcomed me with open arms and said come on in, y’all.

Well if you want to read the rest of it please then you would want to go to

httP://www.prettynplump.com

I don’t like feeling like a owe a man anything…

Two things I hate are big shots and men who think they can just offer you something and you will do what they want. I am not a prostitute. I don’t care if you think that I am, I don’t really care if you feel like you know me or know what I do. I don’t sell my physical body for money. I am not that bright.

I am bright enough, however, to maintain the economic system of make selling pussy a lucritive venture by not letting someone have for free what they could buy from someone willingly. I know when someone is attempting to use me. I can feel it in my DNA. And I know that if I let someone do it then I am fully aware of it. I also know that when I am tired of someone using me that they had better get real and move on to a new patsy.

Men lie to me everyday, they lie to me about so much. Everything But I also know that unless I had something they wanted they wouldn’t bother. So I guess I could take the effort as a compliment. Riiiight.

I guess the dudes that try these scams on women think that women are either really stupid, gulliable or so super trusting that they can do this to someone. Basicly they don’t care about anyone else but themself. Which is never attractive. And it would work if it weren’t always so damn obvious.

What started this? Well. What started this rant was the offer to take me to Hawaii. This offer came from someone who I don’t know, bad sign #1. He wanted to view me on cam, bad sign #2. And the last straw was that he said he had been a doctor *I don’t actually like doctors or lawyers* and now he is a pilot, at 30. The final straw was that he kept attempting to direct the conversation into a sexual direction and I dislike that so much that I can’t begin to tell you. People pay me to talk about sex why would I talk to a total and complete stranger about something I get paid to do. Really? But the real point is that I am a woman that they don’t know, they wouldn’t do that in a bar to get my attention. Then why is it ok online? Because they are cowards that can hide behind thier computer and penis and that isn’t attractive either.

I don’t like men who are so penis centric that they don’t know how to relate to a woman in any other way. Using your money and influence on me with no personality doesn’t do anything for me either.

I wish more men would get real,

Mocha.

Erotica for the Plumper Set…

So I have made no beans about being a plump girl. I don’t mind it and I have had the attentions of enough men to know that they don’t mind it either. So I decided to write some erotica. My writing skills, such as they are, my attempts to try to gather up stories and hopefully pictures that I can add to my site so that you all can be entertained in some way and hopefully come away from it thinking that plump girls ‘average’ women of any size, stature or shape could be attractive. And for those plump girls, that you in yourself think you are attractive. I hope you enjoy the story and the little pic. I plan and yes you can hold me to it, to update the story once a week with a new pic. Like I said I hope you like.

Mocha.

P.S. I didn’t draw that one

see my story at www.prettynplump.com

*no it isn’t work friendly but it isn’t that bad either *