Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Reluctant Rabbit and Heartbroken Howls
Late night purrs, my Valentine vixenish KitKats... yes, the cold has invaded the tame prairie like an unwanted marauder... and now the sky is overcast once again... although! earlier, the Kougaress did get a glimpse of the new crescent moon. Darlings, may you be safe and warm wherever you are.
Reluctant Rabbit... yes, once again, the Kougaress’s under the hood rabbit was under the hood when she went out to warm up her transport... and, yes, this time, she successfully remembered to turn it off instead of letting the van run for hours... thinking Rabbit might be resting under the hood, the Kougaress checked. Sure enough, Bunny was there and ensconced comfortably. Once again, we gazed at one another and this Big Cat cooed sweet words explaining she needed to start the van... well, Reluctant Rabbit, finally decided to depart, but took her/his time in leaving while the Kougaress praised the effort. Gosh, is Rabbit adorably cute. And, moi was tempted to try to pet her/him. Most likely a huge mistake. So, she won’t.
Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS on Tuesday, the 8th ~ Here’s the beginning of the Kougar’s Flash Blog...
The Love Wolfess ~ Heartbroken Howls Before Valentine’s Day
By the time his potent, to-pant-for scent twitched her nostrils, Sozchy had already answered about every Valentine’s Day question ever thought of, from patrons at Dante’s Pleasure Club, and from her radio show callers...so it felt.
She adjusted her headset, ignoring the spike of her hormones -- probably bouncing off Mother Moon by now -- and punched up the evening’s last call.
“This is the Love Wolfess,” she throatily sang in her on-air voice. “What’s your question, Dharla?”
Sniffles answered her. Then, a tiny sob erupted.
The grand room, bathed by red and pink illumination, and festooned with neon-light heart shapes, faded into the background as Sozchy intuitively focused on the distraught young werewolf woman. The flirtatious and intimate murmurings of the fifty plus couples, along with the singles looking for love mates, also disappeared for her.
“Dharla, dear, I hear heartbroken howls before Valentine’s Day...talk to me...please.”
Big Cat by-the-numbers ~
2:12 pm... 2:22 pm... 3:33 pm... 4:44 pm... 10:10 pm... 11:11 pm... 12:12 am...
Weekly Angelic Forecast from Volcano
Straight from the Carnal Cherub himself...
Angelic Forecast ~ #127
For this week, and the following week, it appears as though Chaos is the new ruler of planet Earth. A superstorm of opposing forces-- good, bad, and shades of gray -- has gathered like great rolling thunderclouds on the horizon. As these forces continue to gather and gain strength, they will battle each other like the titanic gods of old.
At the same time, those who speak on the platform of the world stage will speak with ‘forked tongues’. An exponential rise in falsehoods takes place for public consumption now. This is in opposition to THE AWAKENING currently spreading like wildfire across the globe.
On a personal level, listen to ‘any’ inner promptings of your intuition, your Higher Self. Follow those promptings to the best of your ability. It has become more critical than ever. Listen, also, to those around you. Your family, your friends, your beloveds. For, wherever and whenever there is a consensus in thought, take immediate action.
It should be noted there is a grand scheme in the works that ‘may or may not’ come to fruition at this time. The groundwork is being laid, however. Various types of UFOs are being seen and reported in record numbers.
On the trend scene the rise of the *warrior priestess* is here. What does that mean? In part, it means women, and girls of every age, are discovering their inner abilities and powers at an exponential rate. This will be reflected by pop culture. Every strata of society will be affected and several changes will occur at a rapid pace.
Fun? Look for ways to let the good times roll in a manner that truly uplifts everyone involved. Music, laughter, dance, preparing luscious foods, witty and lighthearted conversations... all are crucial to well-being now.
This week is also the beginning of the great divide. If you listen with your intuitive ear you will hear the earthquake-like crack in the ethers. Humanity’s great divide is here... those who fall into the depths of depravity and those who soar to the heights of their soul on the wings of awakening.
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
MORE...Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
Authoress news and mews ~
The Kougar is blogging at THE ROMANCE STUDIO BLUE, as well, on Tuesday, the 8th.
Featured at TITLE MAGIC ~
Well, I Never
by Pat Cunningham
It’s release day! “Belonging” is now on the market. For those who missed my earlier chest-thumping, “Belonging” is the story of Jeremy, a young man raised by vampires, who falls in love with a vampire, only to discover his boyfriend is carting around some really serious baggage. More serious than being undead, having fangs and drinking blood, I mean.
Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
by Pat Cunningham
Jamie wasn’t some nosy Nellie who went around poking through other people’s private business. But the fifth time Lamar left the spiral notebook open on the table with all its little inky squiggles staring up at the world, he figured if Lamar had wanted it kept hid he’d’ve hid it in the first place. Besides, canines just naturally sniff over everything they come across. It’s inborn.
Featured at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~
Daffodils and Pink Roses
by Linda Banche
The scene is a classic in romance: the hero, smitten with the heroine's charms, presents her with a bouquet of flowers.
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 770 ~
Sylva slowly rubbed her thumb between her husband’s balls. “You gonna let me mount up? Or, do I have to lasso you?” Seizing the base of his joystick, she swiveled her hand back and forth. With a groan-growl, he grabbed her arms, lifting her so she straddled his thighs. “Mount up.” His harsh demand only added to Sylva’s excitement. Undulating her hips, she danced her sex’s slit up his cock. “Darlin’,” he growled like a beast. Teasing herself and him, Sylva took her sweet time before settling the opening of her sheath against his straining crown. “Give me a bronc ride.”
Zeke went rigid as his Sylva plunged her sheath onto his cock’s head. Her eyelids had fallen shut. Her head lolled back while her features became passionate, and softly pleasured. She thrust her hips forward, then back, so her little hot-as-blazes sheath took more of his cock. When she leaned forward, Zeke bucked hard. His shaft forced its way inside her, and his woman moaned with carnal bliss. Seizing her hips, Zeke lunged deeper. She cried out and gripped his shoulders. Riding the buoyancy of water, Zeke bronc-bucked his cock in and out of his wife. “Oh, yes...oh, yes...Zeke!”
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 SNARLING ‘SEE SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING’ MOMENT:
While drunk, high, stupid and spineless wimps of every description submitted to pat downs at the Super Bowl... while very few individuals gave one effing damn about other human beings suffering horribly from *unnecessary* rolling blackouts... meanwhile, yes, meanwhile, the scam of *artificial scarcity* was ramped up several notches, the patriot act reared its ugly fascist head successfully [all done in secret], and the dark-force globalists succeeded in creating a treaty that most likely decimates the Constitution, and, more securely ties Canada and the United States Corporation at the North American Union hip... yes, all done in secret. No, the Canadian politicians were not allowed to know what was in the treaty... nor were most members of congress... let alone the people [what happened to voting?] of both great nations... ah, former nations. And, only God knows what other 1984 horrors were accomplished during the CIRCUS CIRCUS SUPER BOWL. Oh, and meanwhile, the magnetic pole is shifting wildly back and forth... 2012 prophecy, anyone?
The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire. ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE!
~ HAPPY NEW YEAR OF THE RABBIT ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~
May you live the dreams of your heart...
Heartbroken Howls and kisses from the Kougar...