March Madness Explosion, it's warp speed, Big Cats...the Kougar's writing, the blogs, the promo prowling...
And yowling about blogs. Flashdance rules the fun, risque flash fiction on the Liquid Silver blog, with Roscoe in charge of the party and sending over the drinks. Want to Saturday Night Fever flash your stuff on the writing dance floor? *Smooth hip cat* take a stroll on over.
The Kougar's dancing fever below:
Aahhh, Brandy Alexander in a snifter…purr-fect!And Garth is rather delish in that over-hunk way. Thank you, Roscoe
Flashing now…
Ignored as usual, she swayed to the sultry rhythms as she sat, occasionally sipping on the old-fashioned Sangria. It was the usual crowd, couples making themselves hotter, their bodies twined together like pretzels. And those who despised dancing, thinking the art of the music was all. Shaking her hair, she missed the man headed her way. A viking of a man. His golden russet mane waved below his shoulders…had he stepped off a dragon ship? Stunned as he strode toward her, she drank in his muscled thighs, impressive beneath leather pants.
"Dance with me," he commanded, extending his hand.
Flashing now…
Ignored as usual, she swayed to the sultry rhythms as she sat, occasionally sipping on the old-fashioned Sangria. It was the usual crowd, couples making themselves hotter, their bodies twined together like pretzels. And those who despised dancing, thinking the art of the music was all. Shaking her hair, she missed the man headed her way. A viking of a man. His golden russet mane waved below his shoulders…had he stepped off a dragon ship? Stunned as he strode toward her, she drank in his muscled thighs, impressive beneath leather pants.
"Dance with me," he commanded, extending his hand.
Angel flashing kisses from the Kougar...
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