Flash ~ Women of the West

Good evening, my Loverly Big Kittens, for a bit of realism, how women were actually treated in times past, and how they coped ~ trot on over to Flash Fiction Sunday with Gem Sivad at the Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ the Kougar added her own flashie titled ~ Sunday Rose ~ and thoroughly enjoyed her brief trip back to the Old West, including all the memories of the TV Westerns... yep, a reference to Miss Kitty in Gunsmoke, one of the longest running westerns.
Purring of... moi is claw-penning her own Western, set on a parallel Earth...titled ~ BRANDED BY THE TEXANS... on this Earth, in the same time period as now, Texas is a sovereign nation and the citizens intend on keeping it that way, no matter the cost. Freedom and independence have become the backbone of the society. Their way of life and their liberty are as important as the air they breathe. After all, Daniel Boone and his descendants began the sovereign Lone Star Nation, along with other notables like Kit Carson and Davy Crockett. Yes, those at the Alamo won the battle with the assistance of Spanish-Indian Revolutionaries, who battled for control of Mexicali against the despot, Santa Anna.
Rugged independence balanced with neighborly support, and freedom is the lifeblood of the Texas Republic. The exception... the capture of available women, no matter where they come from.
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From Wikipedia ~
One tale tells how Crockett greeted a crowd on his way to Congress. He bragged, "I'm that same David Crockett, fresh from the backwoods, half-horse, half-alligator, a little touched with the snapping turtle; can wade the Mississippi, leap the Ohio, ride upon a streak of lightning, and slip without a scratch down a honey locust [tree]."
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ON MONDAY!!! The Romance Studio will being giving away a PDF copy of WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ the Kougar’s 2012 erotic romance fantasy ~ the love story of Sedona and Volcano.
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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 57 ~

Sylva clutched the door frame. Her eyes opened widely as alarm slithered up her middle. Why had Zeke drawn his gun? He didn’t appear overly concerned, sauntering toward the front door, the gun held casually near his hip. “Delivery?’ he called out in a friendly, yet stern manner. “It’s Gary. New Year evening to you, Mr. Vintorr.” Opening the door, Zeke placed his gun on a stand that looked like it was used only for that purpose. He took hold of what looked like a picnic basket. “Gary, how’s your Pa doing with that grey stallion I sold him recently?”

Zeke smiled easily, yet keenly regarded Gary, waiting for his answer. He made it his business to do whatever he could for those who purchased the ranch’s horses. ”Couldn’t be better. Pa says Regado’s training is comin’ along right on schedule. You wanta give a look, make sure everything is there?” Setting the sturdy basket down on a small table next to his gun stand, Zeke parted the flaps, quickly perusing the contents. “Looks good, smells even better.” Gary grinned. “Congratulations on your marriage, Mr. Vintorr.” He bobbed his head politely, then headed down the steps. Zeke faced his bride.
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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 ~ 56 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Saturday, Sara wrote a bloggie ~ A Happily Ever After in Colonial Yorktown ~ true love knows no boundaries, truly. Friday, Francesca has posted an adorable bloggie ~ The Bulls Would Be Furious ~ Tuesday, Kadian wrote a great blog about how to use music as a writer. On Monday Jude presented a loving poignant tribute to her late husband which had this gal kat in tears.
For the next part of the Never Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
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NOTE: NO, BLOGGER, YOU HAVE NOT SOLVED MY PROBLEM. OH, YES, THE ‘I ACCEPT’ BUTTON NOW SHOWS. BUT I COULD CLICK THAT SUCKER FROM NOW UNTIL SUNUP AND IT WOULD NEVER ‘CLICK’ THROUGH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Let FREEDOM ring. NO! Internet Two. Resistance is victory.
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Happy Age of Aquarius
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Miss Kitty smooch from the Kougar...

Hate, is it too strong of a word?

Mewing-sad...on this first day of the love month to be asking that question...the Kougaress has busted her mind and furry butt trying to resolve the Blogger problem...including the deletion of her web-visited history, a huge fat trial now, to recover.
All this wasted time and energy...and, it appears from the Blogger blog, moi is not the only one experiencing this problem. IS ANYTHING BEING DONE??? As one person phrased it ~ “it’s like no one cares” ~ yep and mouse crap, it feels like no one does care.
So, all of you who dare, please get rid of the adult content restriction, for now.

Roscoe does Romance at the Liquid Silver SEx blog today, my Big Beautiful Cats. And lovely romance flashes they all are... just in time for wooing that special kitkat someone...
Being worn down to the bone tired, the Kougar merely added her Romance’s Red Ribbon flash in two hundred, with the wish she could create a following flashie...but not to be today.

Roar before this Cat girl snores...it’s time to spend more time in writing cave completing revisions... so, moi, may not have as much to offer on her bloggie???
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Valentine’s Day... courtship on another Earth

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

Part 38 ~

Sylva felt fuzzy inside with shock and an emerging curiosity. “Court?” she asked, “how?” He touched his lips to her brow. “Your choice, my Sylva. Are you hungry? Do we dine together now?” He stroked over her back with a tenderness that had her melting inside. “Dancing?” he whispered in a sexy purr. “You looked like you were dressed to go dancing.” She nodded against his chest, then regretted it, feeling lost and confused. “I don’t know how you dance here.” Stroking the small of her back, he somehow gathered her closer. “Or we could stay here, make love again.”

Zeke realized on a hitch of his breath, he shouldn’t have suggested they make love again. Heckfire, he already rutted like a stud for her. Despite her cock-raising beauty, she felt even more beautiful in his arms, and held flush against him. His bride stirred a bit, feeling adorable. “I can’t. There’s a hormone women have...” she drew in a large breath, “that makes us susceptible the more we...a bonding hormone. I can’t.” Zeke knew exactly what she spoke about. When he’d began running wild, his cock like a demanding beast, his father had cautioned him, explaining the sacred use.
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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 ~ 37 see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
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Friday, Bekki Lynn posted a heart-precious blog about her son’s upcoming wedding. Wednesday, Lindsay Townsend posted about her award for A SECRET TREASURE from CataNetworks and thanks to all the ladies at the HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog, the Kougar introduced BLACK CAT BEAUTY, and expounded a bit about the romance in one scene.
Also, for the next part of the Never Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Courtship on another Earth kiss from the Kougar...

Murder of the Flash...

Yep, murder of the flash today, my Big Beautiful Cats...the Kougar was attending to her edits, and didn’t get to participate in the Liquid Silver SEx blog flash-ings today.
However, take a kitty stroll on over and enjoy ~ Hailey Edwards, a new author with LSB was the hostess with the autumnal mostess...and here is her opening flash-ing ~

Fall Flash Fiction
Hailey Edwards
Ailis lay amid a pile of gold and russet leaves. She looked to the trees above and watched as they rustled in the cool breeze. The gentle tug of wind freed another perfect, star-shaped offering that drifted down to land only inches from her outstretched palm. She heard the sharp crunch of dried leaves crushed underfoot and angled her head towards the sound.
Kerrin approached. She had thought to escape him. This one perfect day she planned to keep for herself, but now it was spoiled by his beauty and paled in comparison.

And isn’t this the most gorgeous banner??? A huge purring thank you to Tess MacKall from Midnight Seductions ~

Serial Flashes by the Kougar...
Monday at around midnight ~ Cruelty... Flash of the Caribbean Vampire
Tuesday at around midnight ~ Blocking My Sun... Flash of Sun and Beach
VOLCANO’S ANGELIC FORECAST for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
MIDNIGHT SEDUCTIONS **Endless Romance Writing Contest** ~
For my entry ~ WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ and all the entries ~ http://midnightseductionsauthors.wordpress.com ~

And, just for the Big Cool Cats ~ put on your dancin’ shoes, kittens ~ a snippet from Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~

Easily Kalypso followed his lead, his dance moves smooth and bold, polished like brass. She was somewhat surprised, since most men didn’t do it for her on the dance floor.
Soon lost in the hot, hot swinging tune, and with the music splendidly ruling her senses, Kalypso responded to his masterful handling of her. Even knowing it would only encourage him, she surrendered to the ecstasy of their rapport. And as the tune changed, becoming a romantic sensual rhythm, she clung to him, her body in dreamy rapport with his, as he languidly curled her around every part of his enormous hard frame.
Their steamy harmony ruled her. It was irresistible. Rare. Dazzling to her senses. So magical she didn’t deny herself. This once. To dance this way with a man, her body fluid and flaming against him. She twirled into his arms once the music faded, a breathless, seductive woman, and his for the moment.

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ 2051 mystery-suspense futuristic ~ coming from Siren-BookStrand ~

Autumnal smooch from the Kougar...

Flash of Space and Fantasy

Big Spooky Cats, it’s almost the middle of the month, amazingly. Time has definitely ‘quickened’, yowl and screaming howl...becoming like a speeding bullet train. Look both ways before you cross those tracks, and, for heaven’s sakes, don’t take a cat stroll on them.
For Volcano’s Angelic Forecast this week, paw click over to ~ SirenBookStrand Author blog ~
Today, fab romance author, Lisa Andel, hosted Flash Fiction day at Liquid Silver SEx blog. Roar and hot sex galore! Wow! Also, take a long delicious peek at the Barbarella pics. Moi is a huge feline fan of that sex kitten’s sci fi fun film.
Now just for the Big Cool Cats ~ first today’s flash, then moi’s serial flash continues with two more added flashes ~ Cruelty...

Revised from the Kougar’s WIP ~ Master of the Battle Stallions

I
He’d attempted to capture her beneath his lusts before. But she had always been too fighting-slippery, battling him long enough to elude his grip, then escape him. Yet, he knew as he knew his own violent blood lust for her, she was desire’s heat for him. He smelled it.
Still, she would never yield, and did not even offer him the truth of why she denied him. That they were Commodity rivals hardly spoke to why, by his thoughts.
Now, she was suddenly offered before him. Bound. To be sold as a mere wife to any who could auction-claim her.
II
Since he required a wife for sexual purposes only, she would do. And do nicely as his purchased captive. Gulping the last stinging swallow of his potent ale, Zhades of the Dune Vortez stood, summoning the Auction’s silent negotiator. He couldn’t allow her to go up for bidding. No chances taken.
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"You’ll do," he gruffly announced, striding inside the large straw-layered cell Solstys inhabited, since she hadn’t devised a viable escape plan. Yet.
She pressed back against the crude metal bars, before she could stop herself. Aware she couldn’t battle him effectively with her hands bound, she glared a warning.
III
"Her price?" her rival proper-demanded.
Realizing the man was sexually compromised in the extreme, by the towering bulge in his flight breeches, the Woman Negotiator stated an enormous sum.
Solstys knew her eyes widened, and she watched the Negotiator’s eyes widen in surprise, as Zhades calmly reached into one jacket pocket, bringing forth a purse.
"Weigh it," he stated, as if it was of no consequence. "Then take the sum you spoke."
"Are you out of your ever-garbage male mind?’‘ she cat-fierce whispered toward him, once the Negotiator departed. She ruthless-stared her challenge, even though she couldn’t attack him caged.
IV
"Hoping for a kinder gentler husband?" he taunted, his tone low, but edged like a blade.
"One I could easily persuade to release me," she whisper-fired back.
"Release you!" He belted forth such a monstrously loud laugh, it rang off the walls, causing all to turn their faces toward them.
She waited, feeling her face burn ferociously red. "I can pay your purchase sum. And double!"
He raised an intrigued brow. "That wealth-bold in holdings now?"
"Yes!" she wildcat hissed toward him.
"Or, you could inform me where your battle stallions are kept in our grand cosmos," he arrogantly returned.
V
The gleam of his gaze struck with near deadly force, aiming for her soul.
"There is not one matter I would ever divulge to you!" Solstys lasered. Allowing her wrist bonds to slide from her hands, she snapped, "Yes, you relentless cur of spaceholes, I could have escaped without your interference."
"And be hunted by every Bountyer in the starhole system," he antagonized. Protectively, he stood before her, capturing her wrists in the bold strength of his hand while pretending to have freed her. "You could be flogged before every peeping pervert here," he growled against her ear. "Stay still!"
VI
"Goddess!" she realized, hell slicing into her. "No! You are in Mating-Rut." His warrior-brutal body branded her, especially his cock’s thrust against her middle.
"Yes," he warned. "It is true." Using the barbaric demand of his body, he pressed her against the cage bars.
"Hell has finally found me, trapped me inside cruelty," she screamed in a whisper. Solstys shut her eyes, drowning in the high tides of her panic. "I can’t be your wife."
"You will be my wife, subject to my every carnal whim, my every lust want. From you, from now on, Solstys of the Kanyon Winds."
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Cruelty...

ONE
Cruelty can take many forms. I sit in the dark. In the back. In the corner farthest away from the gorgeous young women strutting their stuff beneath the pink-shimmering illumination inside the intimate private ballroom of a Caribbean mansion, belonging to a mysterious man everyone called the Vampire.
The lingerie designs they model not only excite the libido to a painful level, but each one is exquisitely unique and incomparably beautiful. I lust over most of them, my breath hitching ridiculously. God, I wanted to wear them. As I could have once. But, I’m too old. Too ugly. Too fat.
TWO
"May I offer you a drink, madam?" The man’s voice behind me was deep, impossibly deep, and definitely amused. I had no idea why he would find me amusing. Unless he found old and fat some sort of sick private joke? Yeah, mess with the fat woman and tempt the oldie into believing a man found her ‘interesting’. That’s a good one. Haha. Only I’m not laughing, creep.
"I believe you will find the mango sangria particularly refreshing."
"Mango sangria?" Stupid, stupid! Why take the bait? I should just ignore him. Damn.
"A sip. I wish you to try it."
THREE
"Wish all you want. No thanks." Go away. Go find another victim. Irritated, my cheeks flushing...thank god, it’s dark...I return my attention to the filmy glamor negligees. I wish I could feel the silk and lace, the sheer whirl of color as it swishes and slinks over my hourglass curves, as they once were. Not so many years ago. I want to look in the mirror again, admire my own beauty. Maybe be admired. If it’s the right man. Passion untamed...god, yes.
"Please, I need your opinion."
Suddenly, he’s sitting beside me. I blink like an owl.
FOUR
"My opinion," I nearly stutter. No man can soundlessly move that fast, can he? His voice had come from my left. Now he sat on my right, his gaze focused on me as if he intended to feast on my face. Maybe he was, in a way. Maybe it was my blood he was after. I stifled a shiver, and chastised myself. The Vampire. I only recognized him because the magazine I freelanced for on the island, often featured him on the society pages. "Oh, I get it. For the magazine’s drink recommendations."
"If that pleases you, then, yes, Sapphira."
FIVE
"What else?" Damn, why had I said that? I’d just opened the door...
"I wish to know your palate." Leaning back, he suavely crooked one finger.
I swallowed as if my life depended on it. I’d never heard of the Vampire interacting with anyone at his fantasy fashion shows. Yes, he attended the island’s elite social events, a stunning woman attached to his side, cleavage down to her navel. But not...
With debonair precision, a waiter from out of nowhere, it seemed, deposited two tall shapely glasses. The Vampire lifted his while I stared.
"To your health, Sapphira. Please taste."
SIX
Okay, Cici, the mag’s owner would kill me if she found out I hadn’t ‘tasted’. Besides, it would be a coup of a society story, even though I’d only agreed to write up the fashion show because her usual reporter retched with morning sickness.
I pick up the cool curvy glass, then convince my hand not to shake as I slightly raise it. "To your health, Mr. Vorragozi."
"Tell me what you think," he encourages.
Are his eyes sparkling strangely? It’s not real blood, is it? Sangria...doesn’t that mean blood? God help me, if I’m remembering right, it does.
SEVEN
I sip. It’s so perfectly yummy-mango, I sip again. And again. Four sips. Five. I force myself to set the glass down. "Amazing. Very amazing, Mr. Vorragozi."
"I prepared it just for you."
"Why?" My head begins a pleasant swim. I smile.
"Tell me, what’s your favorite lingerie?"
"Baby dolls," I blurt out as if I can’t contain myself. "Truth serum?" I ask, and hold up the glass.
"What would be your favorite color to wear?" His eyes glisten like black pearls.
"Red." My tongue is utterly disobedient.
"Yes, I must have you in red."
"Blood-red! What kind of cruelty..."
EIGHT
"Cruelty?" He inquires a moment after I’d firmed my lips, despite the maddening urge to blab like a chic lit heroine. I think his eyebrow is raised, but the darkness makes me wonder. Still, his tone is cool as his restaurant’s giant freezer. I know I’ve been in it, writing an article for Cici.
He waits with a patience I admire, or perhaps, he simply enjoys my mouse-like torture as I scurry in my mind to think of a way to escape.
"My age. I think it’s cruel." So there, Vampire. Maybe that will turn you ice cold with revulsion.
NINE
"How old are you, Sapphira?"
Do I hear the faint drumming of his fingertips? God, I’d love to take another drink. The glass taunted me like a singing Siren.
"Please tell me," he coaxed. Very persuasively.
It was either grab the glass and sip...or..."Fifty-eight." I harden my jaw, then avert my face. "Satisfied? Happy?" I slice my tone quite effectively, I believe.
"Would you care to guess my age?"
Neutral, his voice, yet tempting, a caress of black velvet. Oh yes, there’s that underlying amusement.
I gage my chances at shutting him down. Not damn likely, I realize.
TEN
Still...I’m a sucker for the right challenge.
"Forty something," I fling at him, tightly gripping my hands together. The Mango Sangria beckons and my mouth begs to taste ambrosia again.
He laughs...melodic and deep. Frissons of ecstatic pleasure seize my nerve endings. I sit paralyzed. Wishing I could move. But I couldn’t. I truly couldn’t.
I couldn’t even blink.
"I’ve been told thirty-five. Often." He made no attempt to hide his amusement. The hypnotic glitter of his eyes danced in the dimness, and felt like a gentle stroke on my face. Odd.
"Actually, I’m one thousand and forty-one."
ELEVEN
What the hell kind of drug had he put in that drink?
Maybe, it was blood. His blood? Vampire addictive blood. Hadn’t I read that somewhere? Some romance novel from years ago...however my brain is too fuzzy to remember, as if I’d indulged in drinking a Fuzzy Navel. Damn.
I finally blink. "Forty-one?"
"You’ll enjoy the dark side, my pretty Sapphira," he promises.
"The dark side," I mumble. Straightening my spine, I announce, "I don’t do the dark side."
"Do?" He leans forward slightly. "I believe you’ll enjoy ‘doing’ me. As much as I will passionately enjoy ‘doing’ you."
TWELVE
Shocked to my core...wherever that was, I scoot my chair back, then attempt to stand. It wasn’t happening. My legs have transformed to rubber. "I am leaving." My chin high, I press down on the table to shove myself upwards.
Instantly...before I can even think about blinking, he is beside me, his hand on my arm as if he intends to escort me somewhere.
"Go away," I snap, only able to raise myself part way. My temper emerging, I confront the devil vampire, "What drug did you put in my drink?"
"No drug. Merely a special flower essence."
THIRTEEN
"What? The flower of Bloodroot?" I emphasize ‘blood’ while trying to pull my arm out of his gentlemanly grip. And why the hell does he smell like patchouli and expensive cigar smoke, some exotic mixture of the two which intrigues me more than it should.
"Several blooms from our local flora," he calmly purrs. Again amusement hides in his voice, highly irritating me.
"Let go." I stiffen.
"My Sapphira." His tone humors me. "I will not have you harmed."
"And spiking my drink with ‘special’ essences won’t harm me?" My tone goes for his jugular.
"It will only enhance our risque’ pleasures."
FOURTEEN
"I’m not risque’ pleasuring with you," I storm.
I would have tried jerking my arm away. But damn, I knew he wasn’t letting go. The horrid, overly sexy man.
"Yes, you will." He’s leaned down to my ear, his tone intimate dark bait I yearn to leap for like a silly fish.
"No, I won’t." Righteous temper is not confined to youth. "I don’t care what ‘special essence’ you put in my drink."
"My Sapphira," he vampire purrs. "Yes, you will."
In a fit of temper I stomp on his foot. Though, really, I’m not wearing tramp chic spiked heels.
FIFTEEN
Yeah, my marshmallow-sole sandals are going to skewer his foot. He laughs, a low chuckle, just for my ear.
Damnit, I like the virile sound. My insides turn all buttery fluttery.
So what.
"I’ll scream," I warn.
"I’ll kiss you," he warns.
Kiss...it skitters through me like a thousand landing butterflies, their wings flapping.
I wiggle my arm in his grip, a useless exercise. Useless like me trying to run on the beach every morning. The only thing it got me was severely sore knees.
"Do you drink blood?"
The words dare their freedom before sanity claims them back.
SIXTEEN
Oh God...my heart thumped to beat any band. Ricky Ricardo thwacking the bongos in a fast Latin rhythm during an episode of I Love Lucy, seizes my mind. Does the Vampire hear?
How superior are his senses? Oh god, he has to be a Vampire. What else?
"You’re trembling, Sapphira." He picks up the Mango Sangria. "Another sip?"
"You didn’t answer my question," I counter. Damn it to hell, my voice quavers like a helpless gothic heroine. And I ache to grab hold of the glass. Sip, then keep on sipping.
"Would you like me to taste your blood?"
SEVENTEEN
Seduction. Temptation. The ultimate sexual purr. His voice, a sound barely above a whisper, possesses my ear. Not just the sound. The rim of my ear tingles, pleading for the feel of his lips. The grazing of this teeth.
Omygod. The touch of his fangs?
"Does my rapid neck pulse of absolute fear thrill you?" I dare. With the truth. Why not? He must know. I feel the quick heavy throb below my ear and hate it.
"You thrill me, Sapphira." He hovers the glass before my lips. "One sip."
"Tell me the truth," I desperately bargain. "Then I’ll sip."
EIGHTEEN
"Which truth, my beloved?"
Beloved...what the freaking hell? This climbed the ladder of creepy exponentially, the way he’d spoken it. As if it were a true endearment. Omygawd.
"Whatever ‘truth’ is most convenient, of course," I snipe at him. Ripping my gaze away from the sweating glass of Mango Sangria, I try to swallow away my awful thirst. Useless.
"In some respects you haven’t changed, my Sapphira."
"You act as if you know me," I snap back like a hoyden. And know, once again, I’d pulled a bonehead move...day-ummm, was that a boner in his black linen pants?
NINETEEN
"I do know you," he asserts in a dark purr.
I blink several times, lifting my gaze.
"How? We’ve never met before."
I look down again, expecting not to see what I’d seen. Suddenly, I can’t feel my breath. It’s still there, standing proudly. All too proudly.
"On the island. No, we’ve never met, my Sapphira."
I stare at his hard-on for what feels like an eternity. Aware that he’s amused like some idle harem prince.
"Where?" I mumble, and jerk my gaze away.
The glass or his overly large cock. I’m trapped between the two.
"Sip. I’ll tell you."
TWENTY
"Let go. I don’t want to know you." Yes, a deep vein of stubbornness runs in my family. Hellfire, I wonder which vein he wants to suck on most. And why? He could be Mr. Suave Vampire and suck on any of the four young beauties now eyeing us. They blink their bright-lantern, doe-big eyes as if the magnetic poles are about to shift, tilting the known world upside down. Okay, it could happen. But if it were, there’d be mass panic. I could escape into the abyss of catastrophe.
"Yes, you do," he assures.
"They want to know you."
TWENTY-ONE
"They?" he asks as if I’ve actually caught him off guard. Yeah, right, Mr. Huge Boner vampire. It’s still amazingly upright and HUGE. I stare, rather than gaze at what I can never be again. Never was, actually. Beautiful, yes. Not that kind of thinner-than-thin glamor, chic always my constant companion.
"Go, suck their blood," I prompt, closing my eyes. Could I just fall forward, dead weight, and crawl beneath the table...damn, desperation does breed it’s own insanity.
"I find their blood unappetizing," he elegantly intones, right out of the movies. "You used to enjoyably suck on my cock."
October 12, 2008
TWENTY-TWO
Shocked, no, shocked was not the word. My blood iced. Another ice age? The next instant my blood flamed. Global warming? There was no one word. I’m shocked in the extreme...but, my pique won out, stronger, fiercer, faster...
"Which one would you prefer me to suck on first, Mr. Vorragozi? Your abnormally large dick? Or, should I suck up the rest of the Mango Sangria? How about if I just suck your blood?"
"Dhalyon." His voice rasped. I suppose because he was actually ‘turned on’ by my offer.
"Dhalyon," I repeated, not understanding him.
"My first name is Dhalyon."
TWENTY-THREE
I scowl and consider if I should bite his dick. Viciously.
"I wish you to know my first name before you ‘suck’ on any part of my very willing anatomy, Sapphira."
"How very gentlemanly of you," I snarl. "But you haven’t chosen what you want me to suck on first. I gave you three choices." I emphasize ‘suck’ loudly. And almost feel as though I could stare the Vampire down. Almost. Instead the four beauties openly stare at us. I smile at them. Then give a little wave.
"Cruelty." His growl was suave. "That I have not possessed your spirit."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Barbarella smooch from the Kougar...

First Maiden Flash & The Vampire

Oh, my Brave Big Cats, good evening. First a question...have you ever been asked NOT to write with your ingenious ability? Yep, it’s a definite first for moi. However, completely understandable in this particular story circumstance.
Today at the Liquid Silver Sexpressions blog, shapeshifter author extraordinairre, Celia Kyle, called for a FIRST flash ~ for example, the first kiss...or first anything at all.
So, meow, back to the Kougar’s FIRST Maiden Flash...with one flash added.
And! The Caribbean Vampire continues his wicked game in two added flashes, toying with Sapphira as if she’s simply a sporting amusement to him.
Tomorrow, my Big Cool Cats, BLOCKING MY SUN continues with two more flashes.


Sherrana

I
She inspected the splendidly muscled racing stallion, sliding her experienced hands all over his sculpted sleek body. The more she stroked over him, the more the blood bay stallion she thought to use for her mare, arched his neck and stood at attention. “You’re perfect,” she softly crooned, her breath touching his cheek. “Where’s your master? – So, I can make arrangements for your services.”
She frowned, impatiently shaking her long diva-red hair. Her favorite mare had come into heat. Where...?
“He’s mine...Sherrana.”
That deep unforgettable voice.
She whirled toward the man who had abandoned her on their wedding night.
II
“You!” A stormwind not to be stopped, the word slipped past her lips. Sherrana regretted it. No, she should have launched at him, savage as a red cougaress, her claws striking his face, ripping down his body.
Instead, she remained stoically civilized, pivoting from him, a coward. Her heart threatening to pump out of her chest, she strode down the grassy incline.
If she hadn’t been focused on a faster-than-light escape...if her blood hadn’t been roaring in her ears, she might have heard his running footsteps.
She landed on the ground, beneath him. He did not just tackle me!
September 28, 2008
III
Blinded by her red fury, Sherrana whipped around, and would have kneed his balls, if he hadn’t crushed her with his muscled weight and caught hold of her wrists.
“Listen,” he ordered, a plea edging his tone.
“No. Never.” Feeling her own glare of hatred leap out at him, she spat, “Get off me.”
“Not until you listen.” He didn’t move a fraction, his golden eyes scorching her face with their intensity.
Enraged, Sherrana whipped wildly, fighting to free herself. Still, his barbaric strength kept her a prisoner. Curling forward like a wildcat, she sank her teeth into his shoulder.

**********
Cruelty...

ONE
Cruelty can take many forms. I sit in the dark. In the back. In the corner farthest away from the gorgeous young women strutting their stuff beneath the pink-shimmering illumination inside the intimate private ballroom of a Caribbean mansion, belonging to a mysterious man everyone called the Vampire.
The lingerie designs they model not only excite the libido to a painful level, but each one is exquisitely unique and incomparably beautiful. I lust over most of them, my breath hitching ridiculously. God, I wanted to wear them. As I could have once. But, I’m too old. Too ugly. Too fat.
TWO
“May I offer you a drink, madam?” The man’s voice behind me was deep, impossibly deep, and definitely amused. I had no idea why he would find me amusing. Unless he found old and fat some sort of sick private joke? Yeah, mess with the fat woman and tempt the oldie into believing a man found her ‘interesting’. That’s a good one. Haha. Only I’m not laughing, creep.
“I believe you will find the mango sangria particularly refreshing.”
“Mango sangria?” Stupid, stupid! Why take the bait? I should just ignore him. Damn.
“A sip. I wish you to try it.”
THREE
“Wish all you want. No thanks.” Go away. Go find another victim. Irritated, my cheeks flushing...thank god, it’s dark...I return my attention to the filmy glamor negligees. I wish I could feel the silk and lace, the sheer whirl of color as it swishes and slinks over my hourglass curves, as they once were. Not so many years ago. I want to look in the mirror again, admire my own beauty. Maybe be admired. If it’s the right man. Passion untamed...god, yes.
“Please, I need your opinion.”
Suddenly, he’s sitting beside me. I blink like an owl.
FOUR
“My opinion,” I nearly stutter. No man can soundlessly move that fast, can he? His voice had come from my left. Now he sat on my right, his gaze focused on me as if he intended to feast on my face. Maybe he was, in a way. Maybe it was my blood he was after. I stifled a shiver, and chastised myself. The Vampire. I only recognized him because the magazine I freelanced for on the island, often featured him on the society pages. “Oh, I get it. For the magazine’s drink recommendations.”
“If that pleases you, then, yes, Sapphira.”
FIVE
“What else?” Damn, why had I said that? I’d just opened the door...
“I wish to know your palate.” Leaning back, he suavely crooked one finger.
I swallowed as if my life depended on it. I’d never heard of the Vampire interacting with anyone at his fantasy fashion shows. Yes, he attended the island’s elite social events, a stunning woman attached to his side, cleavage down to her navel. But not...
With debonair precision, a waiter from out of nowhere, it seemed, deposited two tall shapely glasses. The Vampire lifted his while I stared.
“To your health, Sapphira. Please taste.”
SIX
Okay, Cici, the mag’s owner would kill me if she found out I hadn’t ‘tasted’. Besides, it would be a coup of a society story, even though I’d only agreed to write up the fashion show because her usual reporter retched with morning sickness.
I pick up the cool curvy glass, then convince my hand not to shake as I slightly raise it. “To your health, Mr. Vorragozi.”
“Tell me what you think,” he encourages.
Are his eyes sparkling strangely? It’s not real blood, is it? Sangria...doesn’t that mean blood? God help me, if I’m remembering right, it does.
SEVEN
I sip. It’s so perfectly yummy-mango, I sip again. And again. Four sips. Five. I force myself to set the glass down. “Amazing. Very amazing, Mr. Vorragozi.”
“I prepared it just for you.”
“Why?” My head begins a pleasant swim. I smile.
“Tell me, what’s your favorite lingerie?”
“Baby dolls,” I blurt out as if I can’t contain myself. “Truth serum?” I ask, and hold up the glass.
“What would be your favorite color to wear?” His eyes glisten like black pearls.
“Red.” My tongue is utterly disobedient.
“Yes, I must have you in red.”
“Blood-red! What kind of cruelty...”
EIGHT
“Cruelty?” He inquires a moment after I’d firmed my lips, despite the maddening urge to blab like a chic lit heroine. I think his eyebrow is raised, but the darkness makes me wonder. Still, his tone is cool as his restaurant’s giant freezer. I know I’ve been in it, writing an article for Cici.
He waits with a patience I admire, or perhaps, he simply enjoys my mouse-like torture as I scurry in my mind to think of a way to escape.
“My age. I think it’s cruel.” So there, Vampire. Maybe that will turn you ice cold with revulsion.
NINE
“How old are you, Sapphira?”
Do I hear the faint drumming of his fingertips? God, I’d love to take another drink. The glass taunted me like a singing Siren.
“Please tell me,” he coaxed. Very persuasively.
It was either grab the glass and sip...or...”Fifty-eight.” I harden my jaw, then avert my face. “Satisfied? Happy?” I slice my tone quite effectively, I believe.
“Would you care to guess my age?”
Neutral, his voice, yet tempting, a caress of black velvet. Oh yes, there’s that underlying amusement.
I gage my chances at shutting him down. Not damn likely, I realize.
TEN
Still...I’m a sucker for the right challenge.
“Forty something,” I fling at him, tightly gripping my hands together. The Mango Sangria beckons and my mouth begs to taste ambrosia again.
He laughs...melodic and deep. Frissons of ecstatic pleasure seize my nerve endings. I sit paralyzed. Wishing I could move. But I couldn’t. I truly couldn’t.
I couldn’t even blink.
“I’ve been told thirty-five. Often.” He made no attempt to hide his amusement. The hypnotic glitter of his eyes danced in the dimness, and felt like a gentle stroke on my face. Odd.
“Actually, I’m one thousand and forty-one.”
ELEVEN
What the hell kind of drug had he put in that drink?
Maybe, it was blood. His blood? Vampire addictive blood. Hadn’t I read that somewhere? Some romance novel from years ago...however my brain is too fuzzy to remember, as if I’d indulged in drinking a Fuzzy Navel. Damn.
I finally blink. “Forty-one?”
“You’ll enjoy the dark side, my pretty Sapphira,” he promises.
“The dark side,” I mumble. Straightening my spine, I announce, “I don’t do the dark side.”
“Do?” He leans forward slightly. “I believe you’ll enjoy ‘doing’ me. As much as I will passionately enjoy ‘doing’ you.”
TWELVE
Shocked to my core...wherever that was, I scoot my chair back, then attempt to stand. It wasn’t happening. My legs have transformed to rubber. “I am leaving.” My chin high, I press down on the table to shove myself upwards.
Instantly...before I can even think about blinking, he is beside me, his hand on my arm as if he intends to escort me somewhere.
“Go away,” I snap, only able to raise myself part way. My temper emerging, I confront the devil vampire, “What drug did you put in my drink?”
“No drug. Merely a special flower essence.”
THIRTEEN
“What? The flower of Bloodroot?” I emphasize ‘blood’ while trying to pull my arm out of his gentlemanly grip. And why the hell does he smell like patchouli and expensive cigar smoke, some exotic mixture of the two which intrigues me more than it should.
“Several blooms from our local flora,” he calmly purrs. Again amusement hides in his voice, highly irritating me.
“Let go.” I stiffen.
“My Sapphira.” His tone humors me. “I will not have you harmed.”
“And spiking my drink with ‘special’ essences won’t harm me?” My tone goes for his jugular.
“It will only enhance our risque’ pleasures.”
FOURTEEN
“I’m not risque’ pleasuring with you,” I storm.
I would have tried jerking my arm away. But damn, I knew he wasn’t letting go. The horrid, overly sexy man.
“Yes, you will.” He’s leaned down to my ear, his tone intimate dark bait I yearn to leap for like a silly fish.
“No, I won’t.” Righteous temper is not confined to youth. “I don’t care what ‘special essence’ you put in my drink.”
“My Sapphira,” he vampire purrs. “Yes, you will.”
In a fit of temper I stomp on his foot. Though, really, I’m not wearing tramp chic spiked heels.
FIFTEEN
Yeah, my marshmallow-sole sandals are going to skewer his foot. He laughs, a low chuckle, just for my ear.
Damnit, I like the virile sound. My insides turn all buttery fluttery.
So what.
“I’ll scream,” I warn.
“I’ll kiss you,” he warns.
Kiss...it skitters through me like a thousand landing butterflies, their wings flapping.
I wiggle my arm in his grip, a useless exercise. Useless like me trying to run on the beach every morning. The only thing it got me was severely sore knees.
“Do you drink blood?”
The words dare their freedom before sanity claims them back.
SIXTEEN
Oh God...my heart thumped to beat any band. Ricky Ricardo thwacking the bongos in a fast Latin rhythm during an episode of I Love Lucy, seizes my mind. Does the Vampire hear?
How superior are his senses? Oh god, he has to be a Vampire. What else?
“You’re trembling, Sapphira.” He picks up the Mango Sangria. “Another sip?”
“You didn’t answer my question,” I counter. Damn it to hell, my voice quavers like a helpless gothic heroine. And I ache to grab hold of the glass. Sip, then keep on sipping.
“Would you like me to taste your blood?”
SEVENTEEN
Seduction. Temptation. The ultimate sexual purr. His voice, a sound barely above a whisper, possesses my ear. Not just the sound. The rim of my ear tingles, pleading for the feel of his lips. The grazing of this teeth.
Omygod. The touch of his fangs?
“Does my rapid neck pulse of absolute fear thrill you?” I dare. With the truth. Why not? He must know. I feel the quick heavy throb below my ear and hate it.
“You thrill me, Sapphira.” He hovers the glass before my lips. “One sip.”
“Tell me the truth,” I desperately bargain. “Then I’ll sip.”

September 28, 2008

EIGHTEEN
“Which truth, my beloved?”
Beloved...what the freaking hell? This climbed the ladder of creepy exponentially, the way he’d spoken it. As if it were a true endearment. Omygawd.
“Whatever ‘truth’ is most convenient, of course,” I snipe at him. Ripping my gaze away from the sweating glass of Mango Sangria, I try to swallow away my awful thirst. Useless.
“In some respects you haven’t changed, my Sapphira.”
“You act as if you know me,” I snap back like a hoyden. And know, once again, I’d pulled a bonehead move...day-ummm, was that a boner in his black linen pants?
NINETEEN
“I do know you,” he asserts in a dark purr.
I blink several times, lifting my gaze.
“How? We’ve never met before.”
I look down again, expecting not to see what I’d seen. Suddenly, I can’t feel my breath. It’s still there, standing proudly. All too proudly.
“On the island. No, we’ve never met, my Sapphira.”
I stare at his hard-on for what feels like an eternity. Aware that he’s amused like some idle harem prince.
“Where?” I mumble, and jerk my gaze away.
The glass or his overly large cock. I’m trapped between the two.
“Sip. I’ll tell you.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

First blushing kiss from the Kougar...

Flash With No Gaze...

Magnificent summer eve, my Big Lovely Cats. The sunset is typically a splendor the Kougar can only be grateful for...as she is also deeply grateful for her no-pesticide, naturally fertilized apple trees, which have provided a remarkable abundance this year.

Okay and maorrrr...WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS has been submitted to The Romance Studio Blue's release page. And while moi was gathering info, IBN and price ~ well, grin and happy purr, 'Angel' is holding down the number 4 spot on BookStrand's top seller list.

Today Mima was mistress of Flash Fiction at the Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com ~ Her pics and opening flash are breathtaking and powerful. Both Roscoe James and Nina Pierce take up the challenge of writing flashes without using the word, gaze. If you enjoy 'flashing', my Big Cool Cats, hip-slink on over, the Kougar promises you will relish and purr.

How did moi take up the challenge? She added four more 'flashes' to her Flash Fiction from last Sunday...

And tomorrow, Big Kitties, the Kougaress will post the next two flashes from her serial flash ~ BLOCKING MY SUN ~

Cruelty...

ONE
Cruelty can take many forms. I sit in the dark. In the back. In the corner farthest away from the gorgeous young women strutting their stuff beneath the pink-shimmering illumination inside the intimate private ballroom of a Caribbean mansion, belonging to a mysterious man everyone called the Vampire.
The lingerie designs they model not only excite the libido to a painful level, but each one is exquisitely unique and incomparably beautiful. I lust over most of them, my breath hitching ridiculously. God, I wanted to wear them. As I could have once. But, I’m too old. Too ugly. Too fat.

TWO
"May I offer you a drink, madam?" The man’s voice behind me was deep, impossibly deep, and definitely amused. I had no idea why he would find me amusing. Unless he found old and fat some sort of sick private joke? Yeah, mess with the fat woman and tempt the oldie into believing a man found her ‘interesting’. That’s a good one. Haha. Only I’m not laughing, creep.
"I believe you will find the mango sangria particularly refreshing."
"Mango sangria?" Stupid, stupid! Why take the bait? I should just ignore him. Damn.
"A sip. I wish you to try it."

THREE
"Wish all you want. No thanks." Go away. Go find another victim. Irritated, my cheeks flushing...thank god, it’s dark...I return my attention to the filmy glamor negligees. I wish I could feel the silk and lace, the sheer whirl of color as it swishes and slinks over my hourglass curves, as they once were. Not so many years ago. I want to look in the mirror again, admire my own beauty. Maybe be admired. If it’s the right man. Passion untamed...god, yes.
"Please, I need your opinion."
Suddenly, he’s sitting beside me. I blink like an owl.

FOUR
"My opinion," I nearly stutter. No man can soundlessly move that fast, can he? His voice had come from my left. Now he sat on my right, his gaze focused on me as if he intended to feast on my face. Maybe he was, in a way. Maybe it was my blood he was after. I stifled a shiver, and chastised myself. The Vampire. I only recognized him because the magazine I freelanced for on the island, often featured him on the society pages. "Oh, I get it. For the magazine’s drink recommendations."
"If that pleases you, then, yes, Sapphira."

FIVE
"What else?" Damn, why had I said that? I’d just opened the door...
"I wish to know your palate." Leaning back, he suavely crooked one finger.
I swallowed as if my life depended on it. I’d never heard of the Vampire interacting with anyone at his fantasy fashion shows. Yes, he attended the island’s elite social events, a stunning woman attached to his side, cleavage down to her navel. But not...
With debonair precision, a waiter from out of nowhere, it seemed, deposited two tall shapely glasses. The Vampire lifted his while I stared.
"To your health, Sapphira. Please taste."

SIX
Okay, Cici, the mag’s owner would kill me if she found out I hadn’t ‘tasted’. Besides, it would be a coup of a society story, even though I’d only agreed to write up the fashion show because her usual reporter retched with morning sickness.
I pick up the cool curvy glass, then convince my hand not to shake as I slightly raise it. "To your health, Mr. Vorragozi."
"Tell me what you think," he encourages.
Are his eyes sparkling strangely? It’s not real blood, is it? Sangria...doesn’t that mean blood? God help me, if I’m remembering right, it does.

SEVEN
I sip. It’s so perfectly yummy-mango, I sip again. And again. Four sips. Five. I force myself to set the glass down. "Amazing. Very amazing, Mr. Vorragozi."
"I prepared it just for you."
"Why?" My head begins a pleasant swim. I smile.
"Tell me, what’s your favorite lingerie?"
"Baby dolls," I blurt out as if I can’t contain myself. "Truth serum?" I ask, and hold up the glass.
"What would be your favorite color to wear?" His eyes glisten like black pearls.
"Red." My tongue is utterly disobedient.
"Yes, I must have you in red."
"Blood-red! What kind of cruelty..."

CONTINUED ON AUGUST 31, 2008 ~

EIGHT
"Cruelty?" He inquires a moment after I’d firmed my lips, despite the maddening urge to blab like a chic lit heroine. I think his eyebrow is raised, but the darkness makes me wonder. Still, his tone is cool as his restaurant’s giant freezer. I know I’ve been in it, writing an article for Cici.
He waits with a patience I admire, or perhaps, he simply enjoys my mouse-like torture as I scurry in my mind to think of a way to escape.
"My age. I think it’s cruel." So there, Vampire. Maybe that will turn you ice cold with revulsion.

NINE
"How old are you, Sapphira?"
Do I hear the faint drumming of his fingertips? God, I’d love to take another drink. The glass taunted me like a singing Siren.
"Please tell me," he coaxed. Very persuasively.
It was either grab the glass and sip...or..."Fifty-eight." I harden my jaw, then avert my face. "Satisfied? Happy?" I slice my tone quite effectively, I believe.
"Would you care to guess my age?"
Neutral, his voice, yet tempting, a caress of black velvet. Oh yes, there’s that underlying amusement.
I gage my chances at shutting him down. Not damn likely, I realize.

TEN
Still...I’m a sucker for the right challenge.
"Forty something," I fling at him, tightly gripping my hands together. The Mango Sangria beckons and my mouth begs to taste ambrosia again.
He laughs...melodic and deep. Frissons of ecstatic pleasure seize my nerve endings. I sit paralyzed. Wishing I could move. But I couldn’t. I truly couldn’t.
I couldn’t even blink.
"I’ve been told thirty-five. Often." He made no attempt to hide his amusement. The hypnotic glitter of his eyes danced in the dimness, and felt like a gentle stroke on my face. Odd.
"Actually, I’m one thousand and forty-one."

ELEVEN
What the hell kind of drug had he put in that drink?
Maybe, it was blood. His blood? Vampire addictive blood. Hadn’t I read that somewhere? Some romance novel from years ago...however my brain is too fuzzy to remember, as if I’d indulged in drinking a Fuzzy Navel. Damn.
I finally blink. "Forty-one?"
"You’ll enjoy the dark side, my pretty Sapphira," he promises.
"The dark side," I mumble. Straightening my spine, I announce, "I don’t do the dark side."
"Do?" He leans forward slightly. "I believe you’ll enjoy ‘doing’ me. As much as I will passionately enjoy ‘doing’ you."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Swish...swish of the Kougar's sleek tail...and ta-da...here's moi's banner flash designed by The Romance Studio.

Flash with no gaze kiss from the Kougar...

Flash in the Dark

Good evening, my Summer Big Cats, it's been a writerly busy-tail day. First it was naughty and serous fun on the Joyfully Reviewed chat loop with the other Liquid Silver authors. Moi thinks they're still at the keyboards creating sexy mayhem.

Next, it was Flash Fiction Sunday hosted by Nina Pierce, her theme, the dark side ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~

You can thank Nina also, for this fantastic woman fantasy pic.

Flash in the Dark ~

Cruelty...

ONE
Cruelty can take many forms. I sit in the dark. In the back. In the corner farthest away from the gorgeous young women strutting their stuff beneath the pink-shimmering illumination inside the intimate private ballroom of a Caribbean mansion, belonging to a mysterious man everyone called the Vampire.
The lingerie designs they model not only excite the libido to a painful level, but each one is exquisitely unique and incomparably beautiful. I lust over most of them, my breath hitching ridiculously. God, I wanted to wear them. As I could have once. But, I’m too old. Too ugly. Too fat.

TWO
"May I offer you a drink, madam?" The man’s voice behind me was deep, impossibly deep, and definitely amused. I had no idea why he would find me amusing. Unless he found old and fat some sort of sick private joke? Yeah, mess with the fat woman and tempt the oldie into believing a man found her ‘interesting’. That’s a good one. Haha. Only I’m not laughing, creep.
"I believe you will find the mango sangria particularly refreshing."
"Mango sangria?" Stupid, stupid! Why take the bait? I should just ignore him. Damn.
"A sip. I wish you to try it."
"Wish all you want. No thanks." Go away. Go find another victim. Irritated, my cheeks flushing...thank god, it’s dark...I return my attention to the filmy glamor negligees. I wish I could feel the silk and lace, the sheer whirl of color as it swishes and slinks over my hourglass curves, as they once were. Not so many years ago. I want to look in the mirror again, admire my own beauty. Maybe be admired. If it’s the right man. Passion untamed...god, yes.
"Please, I need your opinion."
Suddenly, he’s sitting beside me. I blink like an owl.

THREE
"My opinion," I nearly stutter. No man can soundlessly move that fast, can he? His voice had come from my left. Now he sat on my right, his gaze focused on me as if he intended to feast on my face. Maybe he was, in a way. Maybe it was my blood he was after. I stifled a shiver, and chastised myself. The Vampire. I only recognized him because the magazine I freelanced for on the island, often featured him on the society pages. "Oh, I get it. For the magazine’s drink recommendations."
"If that pleases you, then, yes, Sapphira."

FOUR
"What else?" Damn, why had I said that. I’d just opened the door...
"I wish to know your palate." Leaning back, he suavely crooked one finger.
I swallowed as if my life depended on it. I’d never heard of the Vampire interacting with anyone at his fantasy fashion shows. Yes, he attended the island’s elite social events, stunning woman attached to his side, usually with cleavage down her navel. But not...
With debonair precision, a waiter from out of nowhere, it seemed, deposited two tall shapely glasses. The Vampire lifted his while I stared.
"To your health, Sapphira. Please taste."

FIVE
Okay, Cici, the mag’s owner would kill me if she found out I hadn’t ‘tasted’. Besides, it would be a coup of a society story, even though I’d only agreed to write up the fashion show because her usual reporter retched with morning sickness.
I pick up the cool curvy glass, then convince my hand not to shake as I slightly raise it. "To your health, Mr. Vorragozi."
"Tell me what you think," he encourages.
Are his eyes sparkling strangely? It’s not real blood, is it? Sangria...doesn’t that mean blood? God help me, if I’m remembering right, it does.

SIX
I sip. It’s so perfectly yummy-mango, I sip again. And again. Four sips. Five. I force myself to set the glass down. "Amazing. Very amazing, Mr. Vorragozi."
"I prepared it just for you."
"Why?" My head begins a pleasant swim. I smile.
"Tell me, what’s your favorite lingerie?"
"Baby dolls," I blurt out as if I can’t contain myself. "Truth serum?" I ask, and hold up the glass.
"What would be your favorite color to wear?" His eyes glisten like black pearls.
"Red." My tongue is utterly disobedient.
"Yes, I must have you in red."
"Blood-red! What kind of cruelty..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

And the Kougar has added two more flashes to Blocking My Sun ~

August 10, 2008

Blocking My Sun

ONE
All alone. She sighed with complete satisfaction, and planted her elbows in the beach’s almost too-hot sand. The surf shone brilliantly, green turquoise with thin lines of iridescent bubbles on the rolling gentle edges. Sorrenna wore her favorite red bikini just in case. So far, no one else had intruded.
She reclined back basking in the burning delicious rays of the sun, with only her thin towel between her and the sugar-fine incredible sand that conformed to her body. Was this a slice of heaven, or what? She smiled, let her eyelids flutter closed and relaxed.
"You’re blocking my sun."

TWO
The snarl in her voice should have warned him. She didn’t bother glancing up at him, or moving her perfectly curved body–designed for every carnal sin he’d ever had in mind. As he knew it would be. He’d been tailing her the past three weeks for a business client. Suddenly she’d left the city on vacation. The Dragon Lady of the corporate world, who advised when to fold ‘em and when to hold ‘em. When to expand. When to cut back.
Drave couldn’t believe his luck, even though luck favored him like blossoms attracted bees.
"Gonna do anything about it?"

THREE
Sorrenna ignored the crude insolent challenge. From his overwhelming potent smell as he baked in the high tropical sun, she figured he was muscled and male to the core. Sensually arching like a happy cat, she settled even more comfortably in her sand bed, deciding her best strategy was to wait him out. Men like him weren’t noted for their superior patience when dealing with the opposite sex. Still, it was more than annoying that he blocked her sunlight with his obviously huge body. Not one ray touched her skin.
"If I’d wanted shade, I would have brought an umbrella."

FOUR
Drave had spotted her leaving the flower-prettified bar next to the lobby of his vacation hotel hangout, as he’d been checking in. He’d quickly thrown cash, practically dumped his bag on the bell hop, then stripped down to his suit when his feet hit the sand.
His breath hitched as she moved, tantalizing him brutally with not one thought of doing so. Scenes of her naked and writhing on his bed while he plundered her body with his, exploded in his head. Not to mention his loins exploded to instant need.
Down, he ordered his cock.
"Consider me your sun."

FIVE
Sorrenna deigned to open one eye. All she saw was tree trunk-sized bronze legs.
After hissing a long impatient sigh, she reluctantly rolled over and wiggled into a comfortable position. It so figured. Finally she’d been able to sneak off on vacation and now this impossible lout wanted to be her ‘sun’. Maybe if she slipped into a nap, maybe if she snored, he’d get the hint pounded through his obviously thick skull like a damn ten inch nail.
Drowsiness seeped into her limbs along with the warmth of the sand. He didn’t leave.
"You’re a damn shade tree. Move."

SIX
Drave stared at her voluptuous ass, so round and such a blatant invitation, with only a red strip of cloth in his way. He groaned silently. His entire body growled for her, a damn bear claiming a honey-filled tree. He forced himself not to grab his cock, rising like a sentinel on watch in enemy territory.
Front or back, she was the kind of woman a man watched, raised up his on fists, while his cock took her with long pillaging thrusts. While she moaned with extreme pleasure. And let him do whatever he wanted with her.
"I can’t move."

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August 17, 2008

A LARGE GLASS

SEVEN
Effing annoyed, Sorrenna stifled a massive sigh. Deciding to open one eye, she reluctantly peeked out the corner. Good God! The man’s organ towered like a friggin’ utility pole. Instantly her brain flashed a scenario of her saying, timber, as if she’d just sawed it off and the enormous pole now fell on top of her. Even worse, the ridiculous urge to cover herself with her arm almost caused her to do it. Forcing her casual reach, she idly lifted the corner of her towel, then pressed the electronic waiter.
"Large glass of ice water. As soon as possible, please."

EIGHT
Ice water. For an instant his brain froze as if she’d just dumped ice water on his head. In another firing of his neurons, he realized that wasn’t the head she was planning on freezing with her large glass of ice water. What the fuck hell now? He wasn’t leaving. His feet wouldn’t move. And, damn, his cock felt like an anchor effectively weighing him down to the spot. Not like he could hoist himself, despite the lack of other patrons, and sail away. Mentally, he shook himself, thinking through the heavy carnal fog.
"Raoul, over here. I’ll get it."

August 24, 2008

NINE
Sorrenna froze as if he’d drenched her with a barrel of ice water. Her heart pounded painfully. Now what? The odious beast blocked her sun. And blocked what she’d yearned for since the beginning of summer. To be alone, damnit! On vacation. Fury whipped through her, and she whipped around. Good god, it was even more humongous. Up close. And way too personal. She felt like her eyes crossed as she stared at his cock. Hell, no wonder he couldn’t move. A ton of cock weighed him down. She wanted to ask him if he’d ever considered reduction surgery.
"Leave."

TEN
Her voice blazed ice and rage, and sliced up his middle. Her gaze trained on his cock, however, had him happier than a callow youth noticed by his first crush. Fuck, her full high breasts still jiggled, barely contained by the red scraps of material. There wasn’t one part of her body his cock didn’t want. Raoul placed the large glass of ice water in his waiting hand, said nothing, and quickly departed. Drave figured he had only three options. Pour the water out. Pour it down his pants. Or let her pour it on his cock.
"Your ice water."

Flash in the dark kiss from the Kougar...

Flash of a Tangerine Dream

A soft cool summer evening, my Big Cats, and the Kougar has experienced a very strange restless night ~ including and imagine moi's surprise when she discovered her novella, Tangerine Carnal Dreams, is now available from Aspen Mountain Press ~ http://aspenmountainpress.com ~ A big ole' surprise because the Kougar's other two publishers had contacted with the release date.

Maow...it's not the Olympics, however 8-08-2008 is the official publish date...which in complete cat honesty, has thrown this Big Cat for a loop or two. Toss the cat out, Mable. She's yowling for a tomcat.

Stunned down to the tip of the Kougaress' tail is another description. And, for now, moi will leave the story there.

In honor of Flash Fiction day at Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~ where Roscoe James reigned supreme, and tomorrow is his release day for his new sci fi series ~ presenting ~ Flash of a Tangerine Dream ~

Excerpt from ~ TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS
ONE
"Katta! Where are you? I’ve lost your blink on the netscope."
"I’m here, Jessa. Power-divert to tracking. I’ve got him, sis. I’ve got the son of a wormhole." Katta struck her relay panel forcing more power to her speed system. The old spacecraft jerked forward, into a new warp level-humming loudly, vibrating roughly.
"Come on, you bucket of silicon bolts. You know I luv ya."
"Katta, where are you?" Jessa’s voice bounced in and out, shrill with concern.
"Looks like our personal villain is on the fast trail to Yemisque."
"Yemisque! Katta, no. It’s not worth it."
"I don’t care...
TWO
...I’m going to get him."
"He can hide, do anything to you–almost anything." Jessa amended, having enjoyed Yemisque’s free wheeling sex pleasures often.
"I’ve gotta get it back. I’m not letting Dad go down the devil’s asshole. He’ll lose everything..."
"Katta, even you can’t–"
"I see it, Jessa. Tangerine as those gumdrops you gobble. Yep! His vapor fart swirls down to that planet lust-playground."
"Come back..." Her sister’s worried voice crackled faintly.
"Sorry, sis. Gotta cut you free."
Katta hit communications’ access with a swift hard slam of her fist. Then punched on the opening to Yemisque.
"Tangerine carnal dreams...
THREE
...here I come," she muttered fiercely, on fire with capturing her prey.
Automated landing instructions flowed, a sensual male crooning, translated into her birth language.
"Yeah, that’s what I’m coming for, a really hard-lunging time. Oh baby, give it to me, harder, oooooh harder," she mocked. Quickly, she set the rickety, but plucky craft on cruise.
Katta stretched, relieving the tight anticipation of her muscles. "I don’t suppose it’ll be a flush-out run to the nearest fornicating mecca. Get my quarry. Then get out. I wish. Upon a trillion zillion stars."
"Corporal Kattalonia of Windsworld, an interview once you land."

http://www.aspenmountainpress.com/new-releases/tangerine-carnal-dreams/prod_165.html

Also, just for moi's enjoyment and hopefully her Beautiful Big Cats ~ the continuation of the previous week's Flash Fiction with #7 and #8 ~

Blocking My Sun

ONE
All alone. She sighed with complete satisfaction, and planted her elbows in the beach’s almost too-hot sand. The surf shone brilliantly, green turquoise with thin lines of iridescent bubbles on the rolling gentle edges. Sorrenna wore her favorite red bikini just in case. So far, no one else had intruded.
She reclined back basking in the burning delicious rays of the sun, with only her thin towel between her and the sugar-fine incredible sand that conformed to her body. Was this a slice of heaven, or what? She smiled, let her eyelids flutter closed and relaxed.
"You’re blocking my sun."
TWO
The snarl in her voice should have warned him. She didn’t bother glancing up at him, or moving her perfectly curved body–designed for every carnal sin he’d ever had in mind. As he knew it would be. He’d been tailing her the past three weeks for a business client. Suddenly she’d left the city on vacation. The Dragon Lady of the corporate world, who advised when to fold ‘em and when to hold ‘em. When to expand. When to cut back.
Drave couldn’t believe his luck, even though luck favored him like blossoms attracted bees.
"Gonna do anything about it?"
THREE
Sorrenna ignored the crude insolent challenge. From his overwhelming potent smell as he baked in the high tropical sun, she figured he was muscled and male to the core. Sensually arching like a happy cat, she settled even more comfortably in her sand bed, deciding her best strategy was to wait him out. Men like him weren’t noted for their superior patience when dealing with the opposite sex. Still, it was more than annoying that he blocked her sunlight with his obviously huge body. Not one ray touched her skin.
"If I’d wanted shade, I would have brought an umbrella."
FOUR
Drave had spotted her leaving the flower-prettified bar next to the lobby of his vacation hotel hangout, as he’d been checking in. He’d quickly thrown cash, practically dumped his bag on the bell hop, then stripped down to his suit when his feet hit the sand.
His breath hitched as she moved, tantalizing him brutally with not one thought of doing so. Scenes of her naked and writhing on his bed while he plundered her body with his, exploded in his head. Not to mention his loins exploded to instant need.
Down, he ordered his cock.
"Consider me your sun."
FIVE
Sorrenna deigned to open one eye. All she saw was tree trunk-sized bronze legs.
After hissing a long impatient sigh, she reluctantly rolled over and wiggled into a comfortable position. It so figured. Finally she’d been able to sneak off on vacation and now this impossible lout wanted to be her ‘sun’. Maybe if she slipped into a nap, maybe if she snored, he’d get the hint pounded through his obviously thick skull like a damn ten inch nail.
Drowsiness seeped into her limbs along with the warmth of the sand. He didn’t leave.
"You’re a damn shade tree. Move."
SIX
Drave stared at her voluptuous ass, so round and such a blatant invitation, with only a red strip of cloth in his way. He groaned silently. His entire body growled for her, a damn bear claiming a honey-filled tree. He forced himself not to grab his cock, rising like a sentinel on watch in enemy territory.
Front or back, she was the kind of woman a man watched, raised up his on fists, while his cock took her with long pillaging thrusts. While she moaned with extreme pleasure. And let him do whatever he wanted with her.
"I can’t move."
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A LARGE GLASS

SEVEN
Effing annoyed, Sorrenna stifled a massive sigh. Deciding to open one eye, she reluctantly peeked out the corner. Good God! The man’s organ towered like a friggin’ utility pole. Instantly her brain flashed a scenario of her saying, timber, as if she’d just sawed it off and the enormous pole now fell on top of her. Even worse, the ridiculous urge to cover herself with her arm almost caused her to do it. Forcing her casual reach, she idly lifted the corner of her towel, then pressed the electronic waiter.
"Large glass of ice water. As soon as possible, please."
EIGHT
Ice water. For an instant his brain froze as if she’d just dumped ice water on his head. In another firing of his neurons, he realized that wasn’t the head she was planning on freezing with her large glass of ice water. What the fuck hell now? He wasn’t leaving. His feet wouldn’t move. And, damn, his cock felt like an anchor effectively weighing him down to the spot. Not like he could hoist himself, despite the lack of other patrons, and sail away. Mentally, he shook himself, thinking through the heavy carnal fog.
"Raoul, over here. I’ll get it."

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Doo...doo...doo...strange synchronicity strikes again!!! Following is an email the Kougar sent to Ian Punnett of Coast-to-Coastam ~ on 8/17/2008 at 1:15:21 AM ~

Ian, that song is playing and this is the paragraph of my novella, Black Cat Beaty, that I'm working on right now.

Whipping around, she nipped his ear harder, then noticed they moved inside the celebration area. Groaning his pleasure, he tightened his hold on her leash. Vaguely Sable noticed the strange decoration. Except for the elaborate slave and master costumes, it looked more like a futuristic disco than an x-rated Halloween party. Catwomen and Brykkitv men were twined together, dancing in poses of pure erotic seduction to the Animal song, House of the Rising Sun.

This is also the fang snippet the Kougar offered yesterday.

Strange universe kisses from the Kougar...

Flash of Sun and Beach

Greetings, my Big Kitties ~ From the land of strange dreams...ohmymeow...what a long ride through the mundane and the fantastical with the theme of being masterfully programmed like the Manchurian candidate, then being de-programmed...

Ohmyyowl...that will be enough of that!

Tomorrow on Title Magic, Jami Davenport, Siren Author, will be guest blogging. If you enjoy animal POV's in your novels, roaring...here is Jami's blog title ~ From the Horse’s Mouth--Using a Horse’s Point of View ~

From the land of Tombstones, Bitten by Books Reviews, the Kougar has earned 3 of those spooky babies for All Shades of Blue Paradise from reviewer, Kersyn. Thank you, Kersyn, for your thoughtful review.

And from the land of Flashes, Nina Pierce hosted today at the Liquid Silver SEx blog ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com ~ Nina posted some delish summer fun pics and wrote some fantasy island naughties in tandem with Roscoe James.

The Kougar had intended a brief sun and fun flash. Not to be, Big Cats.

Blocking My Sun

ONE
All alone. She sighed with complete satisfaction, and planted her elbows in the beach’s almost too-hot sand. The surf shone brilliantly, green turquoise with thin lines of iridescent bubbles on the rolling gentle edges. Sorrenna wore her favorite red bikini just in case. So far, no one else had intruded.
She reclined back basking in the burning delicious rays of the sun, with only her thin towel between her and the sugar-fine incredible sand that conformed to her body. Was this a slice of heaven, or what? She smiled, let her eyelids flutter closed and relaxed.
"You’re blocking my sun."
TWO
The snarl in her voice should have warned him. She didn’t bother glancing up at him, or moving her perfectly curved body–designed for every carnal sin he’d ever had in mind. As he knew it would be. He’d been tailing her the past three weeks for a business client. Suddenly she’d left the city on vacation. The Dragon Lady of the corporate world, who advised when to fold ‘em and when to hold ‘em. When to expand. When to cut back.
Drave couldn’t believe his luck, even though luck favored him like blossoms attracted bees.
"Gonna do anything about it?"
THREE
Sorrenna ignored the crude insolent challenge. From his overwhelming potent smell as he baked in the high tropical sun, she figured he was muscled and male to the core. Sensually arching like a happy cat, she settled even more comfortably in her sand bed, deciding her best strategy was to wait him out. Men like him weren’t noted for their superior patience when dealing with the opposite sex. Still, it was more than annoying that he blocked her sunlight with his obviously huge body. Not one ray touched her skin.
"If I’d wanted shade, I would have brought an umbrella."
FOUR
Drave had spotted her leaving the flower-prettified bar next to the lobby of his vacation hotel hangout, as he’d been checking in. He’d quickly thrown cash, practically dumped his bag on the bell hop, then stripped down to his suit when his feet hit the sand.
His breath hitched as she moved, tantalizing him brutally with not one thought of doing so. Scenes of her naked and writhing on his bed while he plundered her body with his, exploded in his head. Not to mention his loins exploded to instant need.
Down, he ordered his cock.
"Consider me your sun."
FIVE
Sorrenna deigned to open one eye. All she saw was tree trunk-sized bronze legs.
After hissing a long impatient sigh, she reluctantly rolled over and wiggled into a comfortable position. It so figured. Finally she’d been able to sneak off on vacation and now this impossible lout wanted to be her ‘sun’. Maybe if she slipped into a nap, maybe if she snored, he’d get the hint pounded through his obviously thick skull like a damn ten inch nail.
Drowsiness seeped into her limbs along with the warmth of the sand. He didn’t leave.
"You’re a damn shade tree. Move."
SIX
Drave stared at her voluptuous ass, so round and such a blatant invitation, with only a red strip of cloth in his way. He groaned silently. His entire body growled for her, a damn bear claiming a honey-filled tree. He forced himself not to grab his cock, rising like a sentinel on watch in enemy territory.
Front or back, she was the kind of woman a man watched, raised up his on fists, while his cock took her with long pillaging thrusts. While she moaned with extreme pleasure. And let him do whatever he wanted with her.
"I can’t move."

Sun and beach smooch from the Kougar...