…needing to feel something new.

I struggled with the name for this post.  Then my Pandora station produces a track as if, as if it were a crystal ball.  I glance at the iPad dock halfway expecting to see musical notes floating through the air.  I close my eyes and hear every word.  Nine Inch Nails: The Only Time.  I’ve never heard this song before.  But, I’m captivated by a piece of the lyrics: “This is the only time I really feel alive…. nothing quite like the feel of something new.”

Now, of course, we can’t take everything literally in song lyrics, but I identified with this this morning.  I have sat in front of my computer screen for too many days the past weeks unable to complete a blog post.  Honestly, as the days went by, it got easier to not even try.  But, I realized this morning that my “self-induced” funk could be easily cured.  When I write (rather it is good, bad, riddled with grammatical mistakes, personal, erotic, or identifiable), I am in control.  I have control. Simple as that.

It’s easy to let putrid emotions disturb your focus, and honestly, I’m tired of things out of focus.  Writing in some fashion has been a part of my life since a very young age and  quite frankly I have missed running my hands down a voluptuous vixen or grabbing a tumescent cock….

…so, for your pleasure (or dismay) I challenge myself to take a photo a day and post it this month.  Be it sexy or sweet… naughty or nice, it will be, per se, our Sex and Candy.  I will post them in installments or alone, but never without a heavy dose of foreplay and sexual intoxication or the need of a girl wanting to share the pretty and demure.

(body parts are promised)

 

Many Licks and Nibbles,

NN