Thursday, January 13, 2011
The Planet of Real Men... where is it?
Nighttime purrs, my racy and beautifully spacey KitKats... still mighty cold on the tame prairie... however, the frigid temps have lessened... last night the moon shone on the snow, an incredibly lovely sight... and thank goodness, the birdies are flitting and feeding instead of falling from the skies, having let go of this mortal coil, as so many birds flocks are doing around the globe currently.
The Planet of Real Men... where is it? ... Every so often the Kougaress wonders if there is a planet of real men somewhere??? Does one actually exist? Given the current and prevailing wimpified culture, and given her past experiences... well, is there one? And, if there is, how the freaking hell do you get there?
Of course, this always leads to another story idea... but, what if?
His Pretty Woman
Stopped in her tracks, Shekia stared at the monolithic arches crisscrossing the intergalactic port. When she’d embarked on this all-paid-for vacation she hadn’t expected to face this level of magnificent architecture. There was nothing like it on her world, or the planet-worlds she regularly traveled between as a private courier.
Even the holo travelogue couldn’t do it justice. Unaware she moved at first, Shekia gradually spun around, her gaze fastened on the gigantic sweep of what appeared to be merchant offices inside the arches – given the logos.
“Like what you see?”
The man’s low rumbly voice teased her in a kind, yet provocative manner. Unused to that timbre, Shekia whipped around. The travelogue certainly hadn’t lied about the superior handsomeness she could expect to find.
The man smelled virile. The scent tickling her nostrils juiced her sex, a rare occurrence for her when it came to encounters with the male gender.
In appearance, he reminded her of a golden-maned Hercules. His build was similar to the ‘men of renown’, ancient Earth men who had been the sons of the gods and goddesses.
As a young woman she’d spent much of her day in the Denver International Library studying the recordings of these Herculeses, as she called them. Especially the discs found beneath the paw of the Sphinx.
The ancient tech record had been discovered during the 2020s. Even though, the men of renown had been all too neatly villainized by the accompanying documents, there had been something inside Shekia that questioned, that voraciously hungered. She wanted to know the truth about them no matter what.
Now face-to-face with a man who stood a good foot, and probably more, above her, Shekia tried to get her tongue to work. And dammit! When had her mouth dried up like a desert?
“Why is it so not busy...here?” she managed in the sexy galactic lingo he’d used. “I mean for a port?”
Taking a step closer to her, his intent gaze never wavered, yet he pointed upward. “Have you noticed the position of our sun?”
Lost in the odd dark amber of his eyes, Shekia shook her head. Then, despite her usual composure in every situation, she bit her bottom lip.
He moved closer, and before she could step back, his huge hands lightly gripped her shoulders. He turned her around so she faced outward.
Her butt grazed his amazingly hard thigh as he drew her against him. The thin, pewter gray fabric garbing his warrior-muscled physique hardly prevented her from feeling what he obviously wanted her to feel.
Shekia followed his hand as he pointed upward. High in the aquamarine blaze of sky, the planet-world’s sun gleamed like an ultra shiny gold disc.
“It is the hour of the midday meal. We take that quite seriously here, pretty woman. I am here because your arrival could be scheduled at no other time.”
“Sorry to inconvenience you,” she murmured, even as her traitorous butt now tingly begged for the touch of his hand. Hell, her whole body hummed with arousal. The image of her with Mr. Hot Hercules’s hands all over her naked body flashed before her mind’s eye.
“You are an inconvenience.” His voice was somewhere between a purr and a growl, and definitely a seduction of her senses. “However, I have made dining arrangements for us.”
Shekia emerged from her stupefied hormonal state. “What are you? Part of the vacation package?”
“I am your vacation package, pretty woman.”
Somehow, he eased her around to face him again. Shekia only knew his hands were on her, commanding her in a way that quantum-leaped her libido.
“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.”
How those inane words had left her mouth, Shekia didn’t know, except she felt at a major disadvantage. For Goddess sake, she already clung to the man’s humongous forearms.
“I am Zolion, a third generation son of the Apollo lineage, as you would recognize it. Yes,” he answered her startled gaze, “we know about your educational study of us. Once a disc is activated we track whoever takes an avid interest.”
Shekia’s stomach somersaulted several times. “What do you want with me?”
His gradual smile warmed her the same way the sun warmed her flesh whenever she laid on the beach...only now it was from the inside out, lust included.
“I want to show you how we vacation here. I want to show you how a man treats his woman.”
Big Cat by-the-numbers ~
1:11 am... 2:22 am... 1:11 pm... 2:12 pm... 11:11 pm... truth is a herd of mammoths these days... look out!
Authoress news and mews ~
Yes, the Kougar is still making good progress on her WIP ~ Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ whew! Has it been a long writerly process, and highly deliciously entertaining, except for the have-to-find-the-right-word crafting stuff. She keeps thinking the end is near, and it will progress faster... but, yowls, not happening... whatever. The company of her heroine and her heroes is not to be missed, however.
Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
Thursday Thirteen - 13 Sexy Quotes
by Mary Quast
I believe laughter has its place in the bedroom.
1. Before marriage, a girl has to make love to a man to hold him. After marriage, she has to hold him to make love to him. - Marilyn Monroe
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 746 ~
Sylva relished this sense of truly belonging, even with the seriousness of what Zeke had just revealed. “They must be in the process of creating portals... or, perfecting...” She halted, letting her intuition emerge. “I think there’s a glitch. Something that has been a major problem in...in creating what they’re after.” Zeke stroked her hand reassuringly. “Can you tell where the location is, darlin’?” Sylva frowned. “All I see is red rock. Caverns of reddish rock. And... a railroad track down the center that doesn’t look...” She paused. “Our neighbor, south of here, Black Buffalo, will know,” Nevada quietly spoke.
Zeke pictured the American Indian rancher, who had remained their staunch friend and ally for decades now. “Likely Black Buffalo will know.” He switched his gaze to Marina. “I know you sent him and his family an invitation to the weddin’ BBQ.” His sister’s eyes glinted sassily. “Surely did. But no business talk, fellas.” Zeke grinned. “Tell that to Sheriff Big Gun. He’ll be gunnin’ for all the information he can round up.” Nevada arched his brow. “Yeah, dad, I had to do some horse tradin’ with him. He ain’t happy, and rightly so, with what went down in his county.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
The Kougar’s prior flashes are also available at the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ Or, The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
The Big Cat Get It Off Her Furry Chest *Moment* ~
Liar, liar... yep, time to light the lamestream media’s pants on fire
The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.
~ HAPPY NEW YEAR ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~
May you live the dreams of your heart...
Where is it kisses from the Kougar...