The cattle prairie has been decorated with freezing crystals and small mounds of snow, whiteness which almost covers the brown thick grasses. The sky is a dreary cloud-rumpled grayness. And the Kougar is sauntering slowly about her abode, attempting to decide on the best remedy for her muzzy head. Muzzy, because of the new weather front. And definitely sleep-muzzy because of the wicked lovely fantasy dreams about super heroes, the Superman/Clark Kent type, that is -- performing all sorts of steel-throbbing activities. Starring mewing-moi.
Never mind, innocent Big Kitties, the Kougar will begin another one of her 'fantasy' stories. This one in a dark-edged world of super heroines and heroes.
However, in fine lucid dreaming fashion, the Kougaress pounced upon the ending(?) to her most current naughty smut novel in the fun and titillating works. With a grab of her fangs she carried that baby (not an actual secret baby or any baby at all) she carried that baby-ending, featured like a movie snippet in her dreaming mind, and walked into her waking world by opening one eye to a new gray day, by observing a little snow kiss upon the serene wintery prairies.
A snow kiss upon you cheek from the Kougar...
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