Sunday, June 27, 2010

Flash ~ The Massage Magician

Sunset greetings from the tame prairie, my Big Beautiful Cats, hang onto your gorgeous tails, it’s getting rougher and rougher out there... of course, depending on where you’re located.

Up front, darling Felines, as the Kougar wrote in Volcano’s Angelic Forecast... the land is calling for the return of folks... the more time moi spends in the embrace of nature, the more she feels and realizes, or knows wisdom that has been lost to those of us raised in Suburbia or in the cities. On this day, the Kougaress FELT the land calling out to individuals. Yes, the land wants your return. If you’ve ever had a yen, a feeling, a need to return to the land, do so now, as quickly as you can.

Featured at Flash Fiction Sunday on the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~

Postcards from the Road by PG Forte ~ Well, it’s summer and that means vacation. Whether you’re traveling to somewhere new or comfortably familiar, near or far, or merely in your own mind I want to hear about it.

Here’s moi’s flashie ~

The Massage Magician

I close my eyes and mentally compose a postcard to my girlfriend. After all, she set up this appointment as my birthday gift. Dear, Linda, my tension-abused body surrenders to the mauve, perfectly cushioned table. No, I don’t want to see him as he enters. I just want to feel what he’s going to do to me. You said he’s known as the Massage Magician. I soooo HOPE so. As I wait, I listen to the soothing ebb and flow of the ocean. The island birds trill and squawk, the perfect entertainment. I smile and drown in the paradise fragrances.

I hear footsteps, a strong slow stride, and almost silent. He’s probably barefoot. A breeze seems to follow him in. For moments, it plays over the bare skin of my shoulders and lifts strands of my hair. I’ve left it loose. I feel loose here. Everything is enchantment. The sun, the sea, the sky. Walking on the hot fine sand. The tropical blooms surrounding me. I swear they know how beautiful I find them. As he comes closer, I smell him. Lion, I think, because his scent is regal and sun-golden. He reeks of power, the deliciousness of I’m-here-to-take charge.

Something about him is familiar. But, I’m so zoned out and peacefully drunk on this paradise island, I don’t bother trying to figure out what it might be. I notice his steps stop, as if he’s slightly taken aback. However, I hear him move to me. The confidant way he brushes my hair to the side, then eases his hands onto my shoulders and begins a light massage, lulls me into a sweet much-needed relaxation. Gradually, he intensifies the pressure on my shoulder muscles, kneading them toward nirvana. “Oh...oooooh,” I moan. “That is so good. Don’t stop, Massage Magician.”

He pulls the sheet down my back, a sensual sliding of the lightweight cotton. Even though, his touch remains professional, somehow there’s a sense of intimacy. If his massage hadn’t been pure magic, relaxing me in a way I could only dream about, I would have paid more attention to the warning in the pit of my stomach. He pauses, then his fingertips graze the length of my spine. “You always did have the most beautiful back.” Shock drills through me. I launch upward. “You!” My fist shoots for his jaw. A direct satisfying hit, even if it does sting.

Okay, his expression suggests he’s stunned more than in pain. The fucking I-hate-him bastard! I grab for the sheet covering my naked breasts, and glare as he rubs his chin. “Get out of my way, or I’m punching you again.” His large lion-like body is blocking my exit. His gaze peruses my face and he doesn’t move. “You do remember,” he deeply purrs. I boil inside. My ears burn. “Get out of my way.” Feeling ruthless, I clench my hand and wind up. “Why wouldn’t I remember being dumped just before the prom?” Taking aim, I land another punch. Hard.

Authoress news and mews ~


Pitching In The Big Leagues

Thank you so much to the Bad Behavers for having me!
Few things are more intimidating for a beginning romance author than “pitching” a story idea in-person to an editor. Earlier this month I had the privilege of actually doing it, and I’d like to share a couple of thoughts.
EROTIC AUTHORS/ASPIRING AUTHORS check out this opportunity at Dear Author.

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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

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

Part 546 ~

Sylva arched her hips, shoved her pussy mound against her husband’s cock, then stroked him. He met her strokes quickly, his shaft rubbing the seam of her sex with a powerful rhythm. Suddenly he lunged his hips, driving his cock deep inside her. Sylva keened sharply, the pleasure taking hold of her flesh and causing her eyes to close. Fisting the sheets, she offered what he took. Staying on his fists above her, he rammed his shaft into her magnificently. Even though he didn’t verbalize it, Sylva felt him command her eyes open. Their gazes magically seared into each other.

Zeke pumped into his wife as he devoured the passion etched on her beautiful face, as he feasted on the desire flaming like embers in her eyes. For him. Feeling as fierce as a prize stud, he took his woman. Wild with need, he launched his cock inside her hot silky sheath. She moved in frenzied concert with him, her hips a supple strength that heated his loins like sticks of dynamite about to explode. Their gazes melted into each other, but with incendiary sparks that flew back and forth, making their lusty mating all the more combustible. “Sylva, darlin’.”
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 545 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through MARCH 2010 flashes ~ ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~


“Getting away with murder on a daily basis... Big Pharma”... so says a former insider ~

From Coast to Coast am ~

Ian Punnett was joined by former pharmaceutical executive Dr. John Virapen ~ ~ who revealed the underhanded methods used by big pharma to get drugs approved and to rake in massive profits.

Speaking from his personal experience, Virapen recounted the chicanery he witnessed, and participated in, when he was an executive in Sweden with the drug company Eli Lilly. He explained that they wanted to introduce the drug Prozac to Sweden, because it is a "prestige country" and approval there would help spread the drug to other countries. Virapen alleged that he gave a $30,000 bribe, along with promises of future payoffs, to a Swedish official to expedite the approval process, which normally can take between one and nine years. However, when Eli Lilly balked at giving a 5 milligram sample of the drug to Swedish officials for testing, they denied the approval of Prozac and Virapen was subsequently fired for failing to get the drug approved.

Following his departure from Eli Lilly, Virapen hoped to work with other pharmaceutical companies but was dismayed to learn that his experience was not an isolated incident. He declared that the drug companies "don't care, whatsoever, for people's health" and are only focused on making money for their shareholders. To bolster his argument, he cited the massive amounts of money that have allegedly gone towards drug research and claimed that, in the last 50 years, no medicine has truly been developed to cure any actual diseases. On where that money really goes, he theorized that it gets funneled to politicians, universities, and insurance companies in order to consolidate more power for big pharma.

He lamented that the vast amount of money yielded by what he called the "pharmaceutical industrial complex" has resulted in the field being virtually impervious to true oversight. As an example of this power, Virapen cited the fines that have been levied against pharmaceutical companies for illegal marketing, a dangerous practice that can result in the death of misprescribed patients. According to him, the profits from the sale of those drugs far outweigh the imposed penalties. Therefore, the pharmaceutical companies will pay the fines so that then they can keep selling medicine, rather than take the battle to court and risk having the sale of the drug halted while the case is pending.

ALSO! Can you imagine this latest new profession: Infant Psychiatry... why, yes, it’s all too real in Germany... wait, w-a-i-t for it ... yep, it’s coming to America... betcha!
Guess what? The Pentagon is about to take over the Internet. Yep, the government’s KILL SWITCH is almost in place. This means, most likely, a *slow* and *incremental* death for freedom of speech and freedom of commerce on the world wide web. That is, shut down the Internet for a short time. Get rid of THOSE they don’t want inhabiting the world wide webbie. Yeppers, yowsers, it’s the ole frog in a pot syndrome... throw him into a boiling pot of water and froggie jumps out... but put him in a nice warm water and keep turning up the heat... well, a boiled and dead frog.

Not only that, Alternative Media will now be taxed to save the so-called mainstream media. Yep, the ESTABLISHMENT is now about to *tax* FREE SPEECH to pay for their propa-genda.

Indeed, the encroachment of Tyranny quickens and spreads like an aggressive cancer across our beloved country and, yes, across the world, in general. Watch your back sides, my darling Big Cats.

AND! Most beloved Felines, if you live in a major city, now is the time to consider moving to a smaller community, or onto an acreage. Now, is the time to return to the land. As the Depression worsens, the big cities will erupt and everything will break down. If you know about a good community of like-minded folks, make every effort to join with them.


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

Massaging smooch from the Kougar...


Serena Shay said...

Heh-Heh, belt him again, doll! Dumping her before prom, that is just wrong!!! Great flash. :)

Dang it, free speech is always taking a hit to the giggle berries. I saw on the news the other day that "they've" approved a new domain for the internet... .xxx for all of the internet "porn." Now you tell me, who gets to decide what is and isn't porn? Will I soon be seeing the ebook sites as blah blah ~sigh~

Savanna Kougar said...

Serena, belt him again, doll... luv that!

Yeah, I saw that but my brain must have been numb. You're right, *they'll* probably decide that erotic romance belongs with the porno at .xxx... oh, great, just damn great... sigh...

I wrote a novella story several years ago, really, it needs to be lengthened... however, actually, the hero can shift to a dragon among other forms... anyway, it was set in 2016 and romance novels were forbidden reading by then...

Maybe, I need to get out that WIP, revise and lengthen...?

Serena Shay said...

Forbidden!! Argh, just say no or better yet, do indeed let that dragon loose, you know I'll be cheering him on! ;)