Well hello there!

I wonder if somewhere along the path of life my ability to fall in love got damaged.

I haven't really been hanging out at NN in a while nor have I posted much. I know I almost completely ran out of steam/ideas on the last batch of photos. Not sure if it's because I'm becoming bored with the place because I've no real ideas or if I've run out of out of ideas because I'm bored with the place.

Anyone out there have any requests or ideas? Maybe that'll break me out of my photo dry spell. Don't be shy - PM me! All photos that I take will be dedicated to those whom suggested them, unless requested otherwise.

Come on sexy people, send me those sexy ideas!

Hmmm...

to get laid. Seriously. Like right now. Hurry! Go ring my door bell, and then let the clothing fly.

So, I was brainstorming in the chat and now I come to you folks to get feedback.

What about a thread where photo challenges are posted and everyone is encouraged to use their creativity in taking photos based off of the challenge.

Maybe it could be a challenge a week, posted every Sunday, so that it gives people plenty of time to come up with something.

Thoughts on that?

Now, the questions I come up with are as follows:
Should there be any guidelines? If so, what kind of guidelines?

What kind of challenges should there be? Incorporate X, Y and Z objects into the photo? Take a photo outside by a tree?

Are there enough ideas or themes we could come up with to keep this interesting?

Should there be separate challenges for male and female?

Let me know what you folks think, and if this is worth putting more thought into. Thanks.

What about that idea for a NN Prom?

Happy Mother's Day to all the MILFs in the world!

But seriously, have a great day moms. Enjoy it.

I'm three away from one thousand views. Yay! Who'll be my thousand view? Should I have a prize or something? It would be rude not to have one. I'll have to think of something - if they let themselves be known.

She stood at the counter in the post office with two small children, maybe a year apart, four and five. Although I normally didn't go after blondes, there was something about this one - something that I still can not put my finger on. Yes, she was quite pretty but I've seen many other pretty woman around and none struck me like she had. She was tall, maybe an inch shorter than I, and the jeans she wore... Well, they left little up to the imagination, and I did not mind.

I dropped the bin of packages off, and as I did so, she turned to look at me - her gaze lingered a moment - and then they returned to the task at hand. Whatever she was doing - mailing a package, buying stamps - I didn't take note of or care.

She had on designer sunglasses, so her eyes and their color were forever left up to my imagination, but she was definitely on the pretty side of the scale. Her white shirt, modest in contrast to her jeans, revealed a modest bust as well. Although some guys prefer far larger breasts, I thought her's were perfect for her, and instead of drawing attention away from her beauty as a whole, it complimented the rest of her features and enhanced her looks.

I left the post office, not just with lingering thoughts of the beauty inside, but with different ideas running through my brain. Thoughts that I rarely find myself seriously focusing on, if ever.

How would I seduce this woman.

The images of her slender body, her hair, the clothing she wore, her glasses, the way she moved and handled herself in that brief moment that we existed in the same room were all things I believed I could learn from, and learn how to seduce her from.

People lie, as certain TV show characters like to repeat, and it's true. But the things people surround themselves with tell a truer story than most people's words. They can reveal many things about a person. You can learn more in fifteen minutes by being in someone's house than you can with two hours worth of conversation with someone.

And from that knowledge, came the power to get under her skin, make her smile, laugh, to get inside her head and to seduce her...

Had I gone crazy? What was I truly thinking? To decide to actively seduce a woman with two children and whom was likely married as well? Not to mention the balls/ego these thoughts carried along with them, and the morals involved with such an act!

Thoughts like that always stop me in my tracks, and clear my mind. The powerful images of slow seduction and passionate taboo sex are easily overpowered by the morals involved with broken families, and crushing guilt.

But for a moment that day, in my mind, I seduced the beautiful mother at the post office.