Flash ~ You Win, I Leave

Pic from Coast to Coast am ~ Frozen Mississippi River

My wife and I took the following image in Alton, Illinois during the extreme cold spell that the US was under a few weeks ago. As you can see, The Mississippi river at Alton didn't freeze over smooth like a pond or a lake, but very jagged, like the Ocean does in the Arctic. Alton is a very old river town with lots of history, neat old houses on the bluffs, old antique shops, and is supposedly one of the most haunted places in America.


More images of the frozen Mississippi can be seen at my webpage.

--Matt

bptrades@gmail.com
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Sun! My silky and svelte Big Felines... yes-maows, actual sunshine and blue skies on the tame prairie... though, it looks like wintry weather is on the way... yowls!!!
Blinking... this Big Cat has been authorly busy today... and the monitor screen is tough on the kitty eyes... blink, blink...
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Seven seas... on a talk radio show the Kougaress was listening too, today... SEVEN keeps showing up... into the mystic seven... with the state of the world, who wouldn’t want to take off, escape and sail the seven seas... actually, the Kougaress meant to meow about reaching toward your mystic soul, toward your Spirit in these times. For, that is the path through what we all face.
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Oh, Kittens, there’s some steamy, get-your-hormones crazy flashes... go enjoy!
FLASH FICTION SUNDAY ~ at the Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ Winner takes all ~ Rosemary Gunn was the hostess with the mostest!

Hard to believe we’re already heading into the last week of January. Are you as restless as I am? Looking for ways to banish the winter blues? Do you play cards or some of the classic board games to pass the time? Have you considered putting a sexy twist on some of those games to shake things up a bit?
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No, the Kougar didn’t claw-pen this for Flash Fiction Sunday. Instead, she posted a 300 word Flash-Snippet from BRANDED BY THE TEXANS that fit the card-playing theme.
However, the following flashie was partly inspired by the flash-doings of all the other authors who posted.

Flash ~ You Win, I Leave

One ~

Cradling the butt of her phase pistol, Khyph stared at the two golden moons from the space deck of her official quarters as Marshall of Meddiea, an inhabited moon. On this rotation, the two sister moons gleamed as complete orbs, their beauty stunning. The atmosphere of Meddiea had been created, initially, to not only sustain most sentient beings in the galactic region, but to enhance every celestial object that could be viewed. Whipping around, Khyph sighed. Duty called. Duty being the rounds she made at various gambling establishments, where the most trouble occurred, as it did on a regular basis.

Two ~

Khyph was no stranger to trouble, having battled her way through more than her share, during her long days as a renegade. She’d run supplies to the underdog resistance fighters or whoever fought off the tanker-ship advance of the Jorilittes, an android race designed to inhabit, then take over a sector for the Corporate Three, a megalithic organization that thirstily sucked up a world’s treasured resources. Promising prosperity, the victimized world was always left high and dry. Broke. Glancing in the small holo mirror she kept beside the door’s entrance, Khyph paused to secure a loosened strand of her hair.

Three ~

For rounds she bound her long tresses tight to her head with the intention to appear more masculine and business-like. Waving, butt-length hair didn’t inspire cooperation with her authority. It certainly inspired another kind of cooperation, one Khyph hadn’t been interested in for quite awhile. Gamblers, and those who visited the outer-limits entertainment moon, offered some fine unique sex, but it was only a temporary arrangement. Just as she’d altered her life once the Corporate Three had been contained, now a fly-by-space lover no longer held any appeal. Palming the door open, she rapidly strode to her internal cruiser.

Four ~

Hopping aboard the anti-grav floater, she seated herself in the center. After a quick review of her weapons capability, she spun the cruiser, testing its performance level. Satisfied, Khyph sped into the airy labyrinth of corridors leading to every establishment on Meddiea. Following her gut instincts, she sliced toward one of the larger gambling saloons, a fancy affair that had been done up in shades of gold, from dark brown amber to palest icy gold. On her off time, she’d often masquerade as a woman traveler and take advantage of the luxuries the Golden Comet so generously offered its customers.

Five ~

Her spine blazed with warning as Khyph swaggered inside the gold-luminous interior. Her hand at the ready for any trouble or ambush, she halted, braced her legs and swept her gaze past the fabulous gold-gleaming trappings. Narrowing her eyes, she sighted the dangerous situation. A Ubixx male, drunk on his lizard-scale ass, waved a short-barreled blaster and shouted for female company. The problem, the Ubixx were deadly shots when over inebriated, but useless between a woman’s thighs. “Marshall, no reasoning with him.” Bressa, the manager sidled beside Khyph, well-knowing her scent would be familiar enough not to be a threat.

Six ~

Half-stunned, Zroz halted high on the grand golden stairway, smelling the woman who haunted his dreams ever since she’d commandeered his private vessel to use against the Jorilittes. Bolting downward on silent feet, despite the unfolding drama, he landed on the floor, laser knife in hand. Hell’s asteroid, if he had to hogtie the lizard scoundrel, to get to the woman who always gave him every carnal satisfaction in his fantasies... “Dim by two degrees,” he heard her instruct. The Ubixx’s night-seeing eyes glittered in his dream woman’s direction. Immediately, the idiot aimed, his primal instinct engaged. The light lessened.

Seven ~

Already, she stealthily closed in on the Ubixx. Zroz could do nothing but watch her swing her arm into position as fast as he could hurl a knife, and shoot. A single white flash appeared. That easy, she’d targeted the lizard’s rifle. Disarmed, the Ubixx bellowed as two bouncers seized him, one of them shoving a paralyzer against his neck. The danger over, light luminesced the gold-glimmering interior. The music used for the stage shows blared, encouraging the gamblers and the other guests to resume their chosen entertainments. Sliding his knife into his belt sheath, Zroz ambled toward the Marshall.

Eight ~

Dampening his adrenalin, Zroz scanned for a seat at a gaming table close to where she stood. Her tall boot hitched up on a chair, she took reports from those who’d been gambling with the Ubixx. This time he wouldn’t underestimate her. As an adversary, she’d been one of the few to own his ass. Damn! If he didn’t feverishly itch to rip off those garments that hid her beauty, and shaped her to appear masculine. Unclenching his fingers, he slid a chair from an empty table, sitting. Slickly, he shuffled the old-fashioned cards as if he invited a game.

Nine ~

Observing her from the corner of his eye, he wasn’t surprised when she sauntered in his direction, once she’d completed her interviews. Zroz fanned the cards on the table with smooth precision. “In the mood for a game?” he inquired. Hand on her hip, she halted beside him. At an angle that gave her the advantage, she aggressively widened her stance. “Fancy seein’ you here. Going to give me any trouble?” With slow deliberation he gazed at her, square in the eye. “All the trouble you want, Marshall. For as long as you want.” Her exquisite amethyst eyes regarded him.

Ten ~

“Guess I should lock you up. Throw you on the first ship out of here.” Zroz clasped his fingers loosely and eased his frame back. “Care to play for who gets top position first?” One corner of her mouth quirked in a grin. “I’m on duty.” Lazily, he roved his gaze over every inch of her he could see. She didn’t move. His cock straightened toward her. “When you’re off duty, Marshall.” She flicked a glance at his crotch. “You smell like a stud breeder. Won’t be long before willing company shows up.” Zroz leaned forward. “Challenge. You win. I leave.”
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Authoress news and mews ~

The Kougar received her interview questions for her February THE ROMANCE STUDIO interview... it’s looking like February, the month of love and lovers, is filling up fast with blogs and other biz opportunities.
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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 392 ~

Sylva quaked inside, her breast so sensitized she became helpless, unable to move with any strength. “What heavenly agony... your touch, cowboy mine.” He continued tormenting the pebbly flesh around her nipple, even as she heard his breath sharply burst inward. “Cowboy mine,” he possessively growled, reminding her of a proud, bold-eyed stallion. “I may have to inspire that lover’s name often from your ripe strawberry lips, darlin’ mine.” Sylva moaned with the pleasure flooding her entire body. “You deserve it... with the way you’re treating me. Please, don’t ever stop.” Sylva hadn’t meant to say her last words. They’d escaped.

Zeke ached with his woman’s vulnerability while also stompin’ the ground, inside, a stallion claiming his mare, his mate. Gently seizing her breast, he fondled the shape of her womanly flesh, relishing her voluptuous curves. “You’ll have to bullwhip me off you, to make me stop, my wife.” She giggled languorously, surprising him, until he recalled his confrontation at the Emerald Shamrock with Merlinda. Dang, that seemed ages ago. “Am I glad nothing on my husband got damaged,” she whispered, then rocked herself so temptress-slowly on his cock, Zeke started, losing his grip on her breast for an instant.
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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 ~ 391 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~

Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Gambling smooch from the Kougar...