Okay, Kougar kitty is still here, despite the horrible eye crude she awoke with during her slumber. Non-disappearing pain in moi's eye was a fate not to be tolerated. After angelic intervention, lots of colloidal silver applications, grapefruit seed capsules and curcumin/bromelain capsules downed quickly...the symptoms have abated. Yay, Great Healing Cats. Any Big Kitties catch the gorgeous playful cougar on Jay Leno last night? Most certainly moi's long lost cousin, being both so powerful and adorable. The Cougar Spirit rises! And those 'squee-meow-squee' leopard babies, could any kitty babies be cuter?
The Pleasure of Blue rises. Yesterday and today, the Kougar's vault-bowl sky was cloudless from horizon to horizon -- the color, a serene vibrant blue, the paler light of azure and sapphire...and simply stunning in splendor.
Oh, beloved yesterday, as the Kougar awoke, chanting took over her mind. Over and over her title, All Shades of Blue Paradise played like a broken record...yay-purr-celebration, in her e-mail, the arcs from Siren arrived. Along the with info her e-novel was headed for the reviewers on Monday...oh, glorious and ruthlessly troublesome thought!
Spring is close, the prairie warming for now. And synchronicities spring up like dandelions around the Kougaress. On Coast with George Noory last night, 2012 sprung forth, the black & white shades of the Kougar's When a Good Angel Falls. Today on Whitley Strieber's internet radio show, Dreamland, Jay Weidner speaks on the cornerstone opportunity of 2012. Do we thrive beyond the prison of today's world, or do we merely survive in wretchedness? William Henry, the magic alchemy man of our new age, interviewed Mr. Weidner, mentioning the Blue Apple, an ancient alchemy symbol for achieving the impossible. Moi can only selfishly hope to achieve the seemingly impossible will occur for her -- there will be some reviewers, but most importantly, the readers will enjoy her stories. Blue Apple Hope, yowl-hope.
Tangerine and Wolf synchronicity...wolves abound around the Kougaress, with no thought to dethrone her, but merely as beloved mythical messengers. Tangerine fields and marmalade skies, moi paw-pens these words as she radio-listens to the Beatle John Lennon's UFO experiences. Just a couple of days, Big Cats, Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds played as bumper music on Coast, causing the Kougar to wonder if the editor for Tangerine Carnal Dreams will be in contact???
March is the magic month for moi, since the sun arrives in her birth sign of Aries. And meow! March 1st, One being the Kougaress's numerology life path. And now it's time for the New Atlantis rising, the beginning of a new world, the celebration of a new way. Below is moi's American Title IV love scene entry. Shut your eyes, my Beautiful Big Cats, if passion-hot is not to your reading tuna-taste.
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis by Savanna Kougar - love scene entry.
Kalypso nodded, released a huge sigh as Grady pivoted from them. "Stranger and stranger," she murmured. "But not exactly. And that probably doesn’t make much sense. – Wish I could indulge in some real champagne – but the job hasn’t ended."
"He’s not lying," Zryphus growled.
"Yeah, I know. What’d you do? Use that fancy brain scanner the Feds like so much?"
"He’s part Venutian. Don’t have a strong sense of their truthfulness."
"Good excuse as I’ve ever heard...Agent." Kalypso turned to him. "You can unfurrow your over-sized brow. I’m not accepting his sperm, lab or otherwise. – Although, it’s none of your damn business. Really."
"Over-sized?" Zryphus gazed down at her, his eyes implacable sapphire. Except for what Kalypso labeled the ‘puppy’ look.
"Oh, for gawd’s sake! And men think women are over-sensitive. – Not that we aren’t at times. But the shoe fits on both feet. – Oh, never mind. That didn’t come out right. – I just meant ‘large’ – as in bigger than most males I know. – Not un-handsome." She took a breather. He still gazed down at her. "I didn’t talk about your ‘over-sized’ – organ!" she pointed out.
"Organ?"
"Cock. Phallus. Whatever you call IT in your language. – Wouldn’t that bruise your ego more – than a ‘brow’?"
"You haven’t done me the honor of looking upon IT...yet, gorgeous. How would you know if it’s over-sized?" He’d softened his tone to southern gentleman, surprising Kalypso – unnerving her a bit.
"Seemed pretty monstrous when it was pokin’ up before," Kalypso defended, knowing she swam in shark-infested waters with this ridiculous exchange. Him being the biggest shark of all – maybe he was the biggest ‘shark’ she’d ever known. She squeezed her eyelids against her own thoughts. Waited. Felt the inward-outward rush of her breath as if that’s all she could feel.
"Let’s test IT out," he whispered, "let you feel IT." He grasped her elbow, all of a sudden propelling her somewhere. "You can decide if it’s over-sized." His male whisper close to her ear, tormented her senses, taunted her loins – ignited her to liquid fire. Made her ability to think turn to corn mush. She only knew they moved into a private darkened area of The Castle – where lovers went – an area of hidden alcoves, designed for passionate trysts.
‘No’ she tried to speak. The word refused to pass her lips.
He thrust her against stone, the smooth, warm stone wall of an alcove. His huge hard body braced against hers, he held her captive. His lips seized her lips, his fierce kiss conquering her mouth before she could fight him.
His kisses conquered her senses, spun her desire out of control. She kissed him almost as boldly, her arms winding around his neck, her breasts flattening against his chest.
He played her lips, the viking virtuoso – and she desperately adored it. She kissed him as heathen-relentlessly. Not wanting to be anywhere else. Only against him.
Him.
Damn! Damn! The word ran through her soul like a chased rabbit.
She was in mucho big trouble. Big nova-type trouble. That didn’t stop her. It certainly didn’t stop him.
When he slid his large powerful hands up her thighs, beneath her dress. She did nothing, but sigh like a willing vixen against his mouth. She did nothing, but furiously play her lips against his, insatiable for him.
She let him caress her – boldly caress her thighs.
Maybe it was enough that he knew how to stroke her, claim her with long god-demanding caresses. Maybe it was their passion, the ruthless desire of his kisses to hers. Maybe it was how good he smelled. All-powerful male, potent as rich smoking tobacco.
Somewhere – in the very back of her mind – a teensy voice begged, warned her, told her ‘everyone knew’. Gardenia would know, did know. That didn’t stop her.
And somewhere – she knew he was doing carnal-exactly what he wanted to do with her – do to her. That didn’t stop her.
Exquisitely, she burned.
Excruciating, her loins burned to excruciating. Her wetness flowed, sweltering on the inside of her thighs.
His hand stroked between her thighs, all powerful. Gradually he stroked upwards, a delicious wild torment.
Claiming her mouth with steamy forceful kisses, he caressed the juncture of her thigh.
She tensed – believing he would just grab between her thighs, crudely try to excite her.
His caresses didn’t halt, his seductive rhythm continuing.
She moaned into their ferocious clinging kiss. Arching, she pressed her breasts against his chest even more. His strength to her softness, exciting her fiercely.
She whimpered against his mouth as he caressed her mound, as he claimed, gently claimed. He held her mound completely with his palm. So large she kitten-moaned.
Owning no illusion, she knew he claimed her, as a man claimed a woman he knew belonged to him. That didn’t stop her.
"He’s not lying," Zryphus growled.
"Yeah, I know. What’d you do? Use that fancy brain scanner the Feds like so much?"
"He’s part Venutian. Don’t have a strong sense of their truthfulness."
"Good excuse as I’ve ever heard...Agent." Kalypso turned to him. "You can unfurrow your over-sized brow. I’m not accepting his sperm, lab or otherwise. – Although, it’s none of your damn business. Really."
"Over-sized?" Zryphus gazed down at her, his eyes implacable sapphire. Except for what Kalypso labeled the ‘puppy’ look.
"Oh, for gawd’s sake! And men think women are over-sensitive. – Not that we aren’t at times. But the shoe fits on both feet. – Oh, never mind. That didn’t come out right. – I just meant ‘large’ – as in bigger than most males I know. – Not un-handsome." She took a breather. He still gazed down at her. "I didn’t talk about your ‘over-sized’ – organ!" she pointed out.
"Organ?"
"Cock. Phallus. Whatever you call IT in your language. – Wouldn’t that bruise your ego more – than a ‘brow’?"
"You haven’t done me the honor of looking upon IT...yet, gorgeous. How would you know if it’s over-sized?" He’d softened his tone to southern gentleman, surprising Kalypso – unnerving her a bit.
"Seemed pretty monstrous when it was pokin’ up before," Kalypso defended, knowing she swam in shark-infested waters with this ridiculous exchange. Him being the biggest shark of all – maybe he was the biggest ‘shark’ she’d ever known. She squeezed her eyelids against her own thoughts. Waited. Felt the inward-outward rush of her breath as if that’s all she could feel.
"Let’s test IT out," he whispered, "let you feel IT." He grasped her elbow, all of a sudden propelling her somewhere. "You can decide if it’s over-sized." His male whisper close to her ear, tormented her senses, taunted her loins – ignited her to liquid fire. Made her ability to think turn to corn mush. She only knew they moved into a private darkened area of The Castle – where lovers went – an area of hidden alcoves, designed for passionate trysts.
‘No’ she tried to speak. The word refused to pass her lips.
He thrust her against stone, the smooth, warm stone wall of an alcove. His huge hard body braced against hers, he held her captive. His lips seized her lips, his fierce kiss conquering her mouth before she could fight him.
His kisses conquered her senses, spun her desire out of control. She kissed him almost as boldly, her arms winding around his neck, her breasts flattening against his chest.
He played her lips, the viking virtuoso – and she desperately adored it. She kissed him as heathen-relentlessly. Not wanting to be anywhere else. Only against him.
Him.
Damn! Damn! The word ran through her soul like a chased rabbit.
She was in mucho big trouble. Big nova-type trouble. That didn’t stop her. It certainly didn’t stop him.
When he slid his large powerful hands up her thighs, beneath her dress. She did nothing, but sigh like a willing vixen against his mouth. She did nothing, but furiously play her lips against his, insatiable for him.
She let him caress her – boldly caress her thighs.
Maybe it was enough that he knew how to stroke her, claim her with long god-demanding caresses. Maybe it was their passion, the ruthless desire of his kisses to hers. Maybe it was how good he smelled. All-powerful male, potent as rich smoking tobacco.
Somewhere – in the very back of her mind – a teensy voice begged, warned her, told her ‘everyone knew’. Gardenia would know, did know. That didn’t stop her.
And somewhere – she knew he was doing carnal-exactly what he wanted to do with her – do to her. That didn’t stop her.
Exquisitely, she burned.
Excruciating, her loins burned to excruciating. Her wetness flowed, sweltering on the inside of her thighs.
His hand stroked between her thighs, all powerful. Gradually he stroked upwards, a delicious wild torment.
Claiming her mouth with steamy forceful kisses, he caressed the juncture of her thigh.
She tensed – believing he would just grab between her thighs, crudely try to excite her.
His caresses didn’t halt, his seductive rhythm continuing.
She moaned into their ferocious clinging kiss. Arching, she pressed her breasts against his chest even more. His strength to her softness, exciting her fiercely.
She whimpered against his mouth as he caressed her mound, as he claimed, gently claimed. He held her mound completely with his palm. So large she kitten-moaned.
Owning no illusion, she knew he claimed her, as a man claimed a woman he knew belonged to him. That didn’t stop her.
Pleasure of blue kiss from the Kougar -- from the ethers only...
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