So I’m just going to go right out and say it … because there is absolutely no way (unless I’m a monkey’s uncle) that anyone can read a prompt such as “Pour Some Sugar On Me”, and not have their mind drift to the well … to the erotic. Am I right? You know I’m right. Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it from a sensual standpoint. Don’t tell me it made you think of cookies and cakes or sugar plums or bread pudding. And don’t tell me you think Keith Urban’s latest single about “backseat freedom” is in reference to the time before seatbelts. I mean really?
Pour some sugar on me …
According to the Urban Dictionary, and anyone old enough to have their minds start thinking of what words can imply (i.e. a simile) rather than just the literal meaning (I mean hey, no one literally wants sugar poured on them — that sounds like medieval torture), “Pour some sugar on me” is a metaphor for any sexual preference you care to enjoy. So see, it’s not just me … it’s the rest of the grownup world too.
This post is not about sex …
Funny thing is, last week I wrote a post about how I had just written my first sex scene. The post was not about sex, nor is this one. I SWEAR. But it is kinda funny how the theme seems to keep popping up. I mean what’s going on over at the Daily Prompt anyway? (Just kidding.)
Today’s post inspired by The Daily Prompt: Pour Some Sugar on Me — “What is your favorite sweet thing to eat? Bread pudding? Chocolate chip oatmeal cookies? A smooth and creamy piece of cheesecake? Tell us all about the anticipation and delight of eating your favorite dessert. Not into sweets? Tell us all about your weakness for that certain salty snack.”
Oh, and for the record, I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. Dark chocolate is good with red wine, good with strong coffee, good when its shaved and dusted over the top of a chocolate martini, but other than that, I’m just not much of sweet girl — literally, and … well, figuratively. By the way, what the heck is bread pudding anyway?