The Day the Music died...

Today the music of freedom died... what the Forefathers and the Foremothers fought for, died for, watched their families die for... has been killed, brutally murdered by the foul cowards in Congress... with strokes of their treasonous pens, with souls blackened by lust and greed and cruelty, with lies to satisfy them rather than the nourishment of truth, those elected to highest duty to the people have betrayed those, their people... forsaken them to the rapacious tearing jaws of wolves, who kill not to feed, but for corrupt sport, for power unlimited...
Shay lowered her quill pen, and figured her own life would end soon. She’d prized her freedom since she’d been able to run on her small toddler legs. Freedom had shone like the brightest jewel inside her, ever since she could remember. Freedom was the most heavenly and inspirational of scents, to be savored like nothing else. No rare wine could match it’s fragrance. No perfume. No flower. No, not the blossom most radiant and redolent with fragrance.
Freedom had always burned inside her, ferocious as an unstoppable wildfire... savage as the sweeping blasts of a windstorm... freedom, it sang through her as surely as her breath flowed... that’s why Shay knew she didn’t have long to live...
From the Kougar’s newest WIP, my Big Beautiful Cats ~ The Eternal Music of Freedom ~
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 87 ~

Sylva soared, the ecstasy floating her until she couldn’t feel her flesh for instants. As she descended the tall strength of his body supported her. She started to regain control, force herself to stand. “Let go, darlin’. I’ll hold you.” His arms looped around her middle tenderly, while the magnificent length of his cock pressed, yet not with expectation. She yielded, grateful for these moments, where he truly seemed to care. About her. Any other man she’d known would be grabbing at the gown, fighting to pull it up. If she’d been reluctant, the whining and demands would have begun.

Zeke contented himself with her pleasure, and a bull’s rush of euphoria expanded his chest at his ability to care for her this way. The sumptuous sexy feel of her inside his embrace promised the future he wanted with his new wife. He held her until she stirred and turned, soft as a breeze, to face him. She smiled, her radiant face beneath his. “You are full of surprises, cowboy... Zeke,” she sensually crooned.”Very nice surprises.” Standing on tiptoe, she slid her hands up his chest, molding passionately. She offered her lips. Sweeping down, the took possession, kissing her.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 86 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Monday, Lindsay penned a fabulous blog on ‘hair’ on romance novels ~ the Crowning glory ~
Last Friday, Sara posted about a non-traditional Happy Ending.
Last Wednesday, Kadian penned a serious blog about the practice of college hazing.
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
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NOTE: NO, BLOGGER, YOU HAVE NOT SOLVED MY PROBLEM. OH, YES, THE ‘I ACCEPT’ BUTTON NOW SHOWS. BUT I COULD CLICK THAT SUCKER FROM NOW UNTIL SUNUP AND IT WOULD NEVER ‘CLICK’ THROUGH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Let FREEDOM ring. Let every VOICE be heard! NO! Internet Two. Resistance is victory.
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Happy Age of Aquarius
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Chilly Spring smooch from the Kougar...