A Torrid Two Lips Chat

Yep, Big Grownup Kitties, it was a torrid Two Lips Yahoo chat today with the Liquid Silver authors ~ the bonnie kilts were blowing in the wind, leaving the goodies exposed. And there were lots of other carnal-exotic happenings. Read all about it, if you dare to bare. And that didn't even yowling-include the blurbs or excerpts. And, guess what, my curious sex kittens, I'll bet the racy-wild and woolly, take no prisoners party is still going on. The Kougar had to bow out, not only to regain her reeling head and point it back toward steadier safer sailing waters ~ hey, watch out for that big fat Tuna ~ but to actually get her paw-penning done today.
Moi's proof below she is actually working and not felinine-lounging sunning, nor picnic-ing on prime fried chicken legs. Oh meow boo-hoo!
From the Kougar's WIP ~ Don't Bite the Fortune Teller
"Solitaire struggled to awaken. Bizarre mirror-distorted images of people she didn’t know surrounded her. Surfacing briefly, her dream grabbed hold of her again, as if she were it’s prisoner. Dragged down into the shroud-murky swirls, Solitaire willed herself to wake up. Strongly willing herself to ignore the people chasing her, she emerged into lucid thought, and remained in the twilight before full awareness.
Halloween...was it today? Had he returned? Goddess, wake up. Wake up. The celebration with his family, their traditional all-night celebration–it was her first. Had she ever been so utterly nervous in her entire life over any social event? And she’d been nail-chewing, hyperventilating nervous before.
But their costumes, so incredibly beautiful, were designs inspired by the high evening garments worn in pre-dynastic Egypt. Now, all the costumes they’d been shown inside his lounge area, flowed in front of her mind’s eye with the regal serenity of the Nile river. The one she’d chosen was last. Spun metallic gold, the shift had fallen in shimmering knife pleats around her figure, the back elegantly draping along the floor, as she gazed at her reflection in the tall half-circle mirror.
Yet, he’d insisted on the pale lilac costume. Dominant, yet with a gallant air, he’d kissed her palm. The pure sensual persuasion of his lips had caused her to give up without one argument, even though the sheer skimming layers of the lilac shift intimately revealed her body–too much for her liking. Still, the gown’s large decorative collar was stunning. It glistened with tiny round amethyst beads, woven together by royal purple thread, and dripped gold and silver beads shaped like raindrops."
Torrid smooch from the Kougar...