Monday, November 30, 2009

Flash and Trim ~ Decorating the Marble Statue

From Coast to Coast am ~ Tonight's guest, Richard C. Hoagland, passed along this enhanced version of a photo which appears to show a UFO hovering above Dealey Plaza on the afternoon that JFK was assassinated...

Oh, glorious and gorgeous KitKats, the holiday season is off like a rocket. A part of the Kougar would like to be a hermit, enjoying the darkness of this season as a time to contemplate and recuperate. A time to simply write, go within and write.
Another part of this Big Cat wants to glisten and bounce in tune to with the festivities of the season. How are you feeling? What does the season mean to you?

Yep and some penning pep, it was Flash Fiction Sunday at the Liquid Silver SEx blog.
Romance author, Emily Ryan-Davis, was the hostess ~ her title ~ Operation: Trim the (fill in the blank).
“Tree? Bowl of pine boughs? Front door? Naked man? Whatever you’re trimming this holiday season, the time has come to bring out the shiny balls, blinky lights and scented candles.”

The Kougar’s Sunday Flash-ing ~

Decorating the Marble Statue

11:11:11 PM flashed on the digital clock. “Oh great.” Sabrina expelled an aggravated breath. Once again, eleven had her number as in seeing them nearly everyday, even several times a day. “Yeah, yeah, enlightenment. A new spiritual age.” She rolled her eyes. “I need a new damn life. Not some nebulous promise of a better world.” Grabbing up the box of outdoor Christmas decorations, she stared down at the contents for a moment. “If this isn’t just plain stupid. Decorating a statue,” she muttered. Still, it was her job and she’d do it to the best of her creative ability.
Sabrina loved her aunt. Occasionally, though, Aunt Beatrice was nuttier than a fruitcake. However, Sabrina found it easier to just go along with whatever little insanity her aunt decided on. Tromping toward the lovely french doors, she swung open the one she’d unlocked and walked out into the cold night. The wind buffeted her face briskly and she shivered as she moved down the low flowing steps into her aunt’s enormous elaborate garden. During winter the plants were festive. Small pines trees and artfully arranged bushes with red berries lined the main path. Other foliage offered the birds a feast.
There it was. Her aunt’s pride and joy. The marble full-sized statue of a man had been shipped over from Italy twenty-one years ago. Sabrina remembered clear as day her aunt taking her by the hand when she was ten to introduce her D’Vallis, as Bea always referred to him. Each year Sabrina had been given the impressive history of the statue as close to his arrival date as possible. He’d been found on the island of Santorini, a mystical fire-formed island that Sabrina adored visiting. No one knew his actual origin and for that reason the museums weren’t interested.
Bea always claimed he came to her in a dream, telling her how to purchase him. More than once, on her walks through the garden, Sabrina had heard her aunt talking to the statue as if they were the best of friends. Halting, she heaved a frustrated sigh, then perused D’Vallis. No arguing the fact that he was impressive, a Herculean specimen of manhood, even if his manhood had been discreetly draped by the artisan. “So, you want to be decorated, do you? I guess, I’m the woman for the job.” Setting the box down, she grabbed the Santa hat.
“Top down.” Stretching upward and it was quite a stretch, D’Vallis had to be over six foot in height, Sabrina arranged the fur-trimmed red hat above his noble, yet rugged features. “Don’t you look just too christmasy adorable?” she sing-sang. “I’ll give you this. You’re warmer than I thought you’d be.” Stepping back and leaning over, Sabrina plucked out the elegant, deep red smoking jacket. “Not exactly Santa’s style, but it should look pretty good on you.” She arranged it over his shoulders, fiddled with the hang of the garment, then tied the sash. An odd glint rippled over his torso.
“Hey, you’re not moving on me, are you?” she nervously teased. She could almost swear his head had slightly altered position. “I must have the pre-Christmas jitters,” she joked, pulling out yards and yards of tiny golden stars. “Hmmm, where to wrap, how to wrap... where do you want to be wrapped?” She gazed up and down his magnificent marble physique. “If you were a man, I ‘know’ where you’d want to be wrapped. Naw, couldn’t be,” she reassured herself as she crouched by his handsome ankle. “Your bulge is showing, D’Vallis,” she crooned and began twining the golden stars.
“Round and round we go.” She spiraled the ethereal trim up his hunky muscled leg. “Plenty here. I’ll decorate your manly hips.” Sabrina leaned the side of her head on his surprisingly warm chest to balance herself and worked the delicate string of stars around him. “Or, should I say, your manly loins. Yep, definitely manly.” Had his bulge increased, even lengthened? Good God! “I must be losing my marbles pressed against your marble. Or, maybe you just like all this attention. Okay, leaving the manly area to decorate your other leg. Great, I’m turning into my aunt, talking to you.”
Sliding her cheek downward, onto his hard, hard stomach, Sabrina circled the trim down his leg. Okay, she hadn’t dated in awhile. Was this some kind of Christmas fantasy her mind spun from her unconscious desperation? “Yeah, I’d date you if you were alive. Who could say no? Unless you had the personality of a gnat and a head as large as the giant blown-up Santa on top of Toy Mart.” Sabrina wrapped his ankle and shot upwards a second later. “You’re throbbing,” she accused. “How can a statue’s cock throb? Why don’t you answer that, Mr. Marble?” She scowled.
“Okay, you asked for it, D’Vallis.” Sabrina reached for the only thing left in the box, a huge red velvet bow with jingle bells adorning the knot. After ripping off the tape covering the sticky strip, she stared at the splendidly carved bulge that simply couldn’t be missed. In a flash, her hand pressed the bow to the center of his marble-hard manhood. Was it the wind moaning or... it sounded suspiciously like a male groan. Sabrina ran her gaze up his torso, studying every contour of his... flesh! No, it couldn’t be. She slipped her fingertip up his six-pack stomach.
Marble, yes, marble. Damn hot marble. “Let’s see what happens... yeah, I’ll play ‘kiss the statue’. Why not? That’s the magic, isn’t it? If your lips are as hot as...” Sabrina smoothed her palm beneath the jacket and up his ‘too real’ chest. Standing on tiptoe, she puckered, fastening her mouth onto his. ‘Omygawd’ sizzled through her. He kissed her, his lips so possessive she couldn’t speak. A large male arm clamped around her waist, lifting her, then crushing her against a real male body. Too stunned to do anything else, Sabrina flung her arms around his neck, kissing him fiercely.

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 337 ~

Sylva burned hot, heady with how she affected Zeke. Pushing her sexy cowboy down to the bed, she leaned above him and took her sweet time placing kisses on his chest. “Sylva,” he growled, simmering her blood. His fingers threaded through her hair, sensuous, demanding. Gradually, she lightly licked his irresistible skin while pressing more kisses. “Darlin’,” he groaned. “I’m not feelin’ real tame.” Sylva nuzzled up his chest, then tasted the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Sucking softly, she open-mouth kissed him. “Where’s the rope? I’ll have to tie you to the fence. Have my way with you.”

Zeke twisted, yet controlled himself. His cock grew two sizes. Her kisses had turned him inside out, his body, not merely his loins. Now, his loins had become hot as blazes. His woman kissed his throat, then nipped the side of his neck. “Are you going to behave, stud?” With his breaths jerking in and out, he rasped, “Only for you, wife.” The tip of her tongue fondled his earlobe with a finesse he reveled in. Gritting his teeth, Zeke forced his body to take her seductive punishment. “Hmmm, I think I’ve found a new career, here, on your Earth.”
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 336 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through October 2009 flashes ~ ~ Click on the FORUMS
Friday ~ Courtney blogs ~ 87 and so Thankful
Thursday ~ Serena blogs ~ Why I Am Thankful... ~ “When I lay my head down at night, exhausted from the stress of everyday life and wondering just how much more I can take, I play a game with myself. It's called the I'm Thankful game and it goes like this...”
Wednesday ~ Jane B blogs ~ Reasons To Be Thankful! ~ “We don’t have a Thanksgiving celebration here in the UK which I always think is such a pity.”
Tuesday ~ Lindsay blogs ~ Reasons I am grateful, one, two, three... ~ “1. My husband. He is my best friend, an all-round amazing bloke and blog supremo (and took the pic on the left, in a village on the Northumberland coast).”
Monday ~ Linda Blanche blogs ~ Turkey Tales ~ “Here are two turkey (or turkel, as we call them) sightings around my house.”
Sunday ~ Linda Blanche blogs ~ Turkeys I Have Known ~ “I'm talking about the ones with feathers, not the non-feathered variety that plague us all everyday.”
Saturday ~ Bekki blogs ~ Life’s Not So Bad Afterall ~ a wonderful Thanksgiving post!

Sunday ~ Keena Kincaid blogs ~ Hermit Week = Heaven on Earth ~ “Every November I retreated to the Isle of Palms (South Carolina) to immerse myself in writing.”
Saturday ~ This is not a novel - it's a real life story. ~ “It was the spring of 1974 when I signed a contract to work as a summer lighting technician”
Wednesday ~ Linda Blanche blogs ~ Turkeys I Have Known ~ “I'm talking about the ones with feathers, not the non-feathered variety that plague us all everyday.”
Tuesday ~ Lindsay blogs ~ Special things: Meet my lucky duck ~ “He hasn't a name but he is definitely male.”
Monday ~ Cheryl Pierson ~ THE HELP YOU GET ALONG THE WAY ~ “I’m blogging today about becoming a finalist in the EPIC Awards. Now wait, don’t go yet. This is not “all about me”—I promise.”
Friday ~ Serena blogs ~ Five Benefits To Being A Shapeshifter On Black Friday ~ “Yep, I'm coming at you with another Friday Five, but I do so enjoy them and today being Black Friday and all, I thought it appropriate. :)”
Wednesday ~ Crystal blogs ~ Happy Thanksgiving from Crystal ~ “In honor of the holidays I’m going to share with you a sweet treat that’s been a tradition in my family since I was grown and married and making the decisions for myself : )”
Tuesday ~ the Kougar blogs ~ Five Angels Worth of Gratitude & ...Here I come, Shelley.
Saturday ~ Paris blogs ~ Rules...or no rules? ~ “I've been watching the discussions lately on the value of social networking and after Serena's blog about dining with a werewolf, I started wondering about the social aspects of being a shifter.”
For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ The Magic Slippers by Barb Starmer ~ “Stay back, I said,” Odric shouted again and held both hands out toward the advancing crowd.’ ~ RomanticSynonymous ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~

No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
PLEASE! Darling KitKats, if you have any thought about taking the flu shot/swine flu shot, please! Read the insert first, not just the info sheet.
ALSO! *Private* contracts with the vaccine suppliers require that any deaths or injuries not be reported. Plus, all the vaccine companies are immune from being sued for injuries and death due to their vaccines.
Yes, please! Let the privileged have the Kougar’s designated flu shot.
Dr. Sherri Tenpenny ~ ~

Have a Splendid Holiday Season...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Flash and trim smooches from the Kougar...


Serena Shay said...

Woot, another fabulous flash! I'll take a statue like that of my very own to decorate!! ;)

Savanna Kougar said...

Serena ~ yeah, baby. I'd like one of those come-to-hot-life statues for my very own.