Middle of February, Beautiful Big Cats...the Kougar can hardly believe time whizzes by so fast. Did she blink? And miss something? Other than the chem-trails crisscrossing her blue-violet sky? Perturbed, her tail whips back and forth. Something is in the air, something with a powerful stink is upon the precious Land. Roar and beware, not a foul odor to be smelled, but the psychic scent of darkness arriving full force.
To a personal kitty matter, the Kougar spun her brain to weariness last night reviewing the proof of Red Lioness Tamed. She must do a paw search on Google for the word 'squidgy' to discover it's meaning. Being an ancient boomer Big Cat, this word has not crossed her awareness path yet -- perhaps, 'squidgy' could be compared to a quick-hopping bunny escaping the Kougar's prowling notice.
Dreams, my Big Kitties, not the fun escape-the-trials-of-life dreams, the Kougaress so desperately wishes for...but, the kind of dreams moi hopes never to live through. Several different dreams morphing into each other, all of them dark and ruthless with weariness and confusion -- where nothing is what it seems, it's only worse than it seems.
Yesterday, the Kougaress traveled to a fun and titillating and quite decadent, yes *purr, purr -- lap the picture of the Lord* quite naughty blog site -- lustintime.blogspot.com.
Yes, she attempted the use of her imagination powers by naming this newly created Lord of Sin, who is ever willing to please a lady in the affairs of pleasurable lust...and even, perhaps, several at a time. For such is the contest being offered. Name the Lascivious Lord and win all sorts of romping-erotic goodies for the reader's enjoyment.
Meet at the entertainment or in bed: Lord Thaddeus 'Thad, the Unclad' Bonesteel.
Meow-dedicated to and in ever-compliment and recognition of Chad Bonesteel, that nighttime radio host, with a face for radio, and a voice for print.
'Squidgy' kisses from the Kougar...
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