The Kougaress simply enjoys looking at this cowboy pic. ~ smiles~ Late night yowls, my happily sunning Big Cat Beauties... goodgoshmeows, what a brutal trauma drama day... the Kougaress is recovering now... if she doesn't get a certain level of nutrition in her by a certain time during the day... well, really bad things happen to her health... it was one of those days... le sighs... On the good side when she was just outside at about nine thirty, the Kougaress actually saw a few dim stars... still, really, what is going on with the atmosphere? ~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~ The Kougar is hoping to write on her WIP ~ Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys ~ tonight. ~~~
She gazed skyward then giggled... Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS and SHAPESHIFTER KISSES ~ Underdog To Save the Day, Starring White Fang By Savanna Kougar Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. Thank You! To everyone who stopped by during the Sexy Summer Blog Hop. And congratulations to all the winners. So, yesterday I unexpectedly heard the lyrics of the theme song for Underdog, a Saturday morning cartoon that was one of my favorites as a youngster. Thus, this flash scene was born in my fertile imagination. Hope you enjoy and it is X-Rated.~~~~~~ Underdog To Save the Day, Starring White Fang Pasha leaned back against the large alabaster column, the coolness pleasing to the bare flesh of her back in this summer heat. She gazed skyward then giggled, a rare occurrence for her. To contain her laughter, Pasha covered her mouth. She had no intention of missing one moment of White Fang, her super wolf lover, wearing the Underdog costume he'd purchased just to entertain her. One morning he'd caught her enjoying the silly cartoon character on that internet phenomenon called YouTube. Pasha had been researching superheroes in the mortal world to gain more insight. After all, being a goddess had its limitations when it came to such things. ~~~~~~
Big Cat by-the-numbers ~ 2:12 am... 4:44 am... 5:55 am... 1:11 pm... 10:10 pm... more Earth changes on the way... ~~~~~~
ON THE BAD NEWS FRONT ~ Today the Kougaress heard part of a British interview with a man who is an undercover reporter and infiltrated the staff at the Olympics, to be held in London. YOU ABSOLUTELY DO NOT WANT TO ATTEND THE OLYMPICS!!! It's a cesspool of con artists and criminals and corruption. What the reporter exposed was so disgusting, it's hard to believe. ~~~
From THE POWER HOUR ~ Progresso: Stop poisoning people with your soup! Progresso soup cans are lined with bisphenol A (BPA), a hormone-disrupting chemical that studies show is linked with cancer, obesity, heart disease, and other life-threatening diseases.A recent study conducted by researchers at Harvard tested individuals who ate Progresso Soup. Levels of BPA spiked in their blood samples.~~~
Yes, the twilight zone nightmare continues... Whistleblower: TSA Deliberately Hiring Psychopathic Criminals Paul Joseph WatsonInfowars.comTuesday, June 26, 2012A TSA supervisor turned whistleblower has revealed to the Alex Jones Show how the federal agency is deliberately directing its staff to hire people with criminal records who exhibit violent tendencies and psychopathic behavior. More at ~ infowars.com/whistleblower-tsa-deliberately-hiring-psychopathic-criminals ~ ~~~~~~
The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire. ~ Have a magickal month of June ~ ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~ And, May you live the dreams of your heart, not in interesting times... Happily sunning kisses from the Kougar...
A dreamy unicorn world the Kougaress would so like to enjoy... Late night yowls! ... my 'even more awesomer' Big Cats... this is a phrase from a spoof vid made by Mike, the Health Ranger... it's hysterically funny, but hey, since Youtube censored it... well, this Big Cat doesn't dare tell you about it.... warm and windy today on the tame prairie, but the winds weren't as strong... however, there was a hit and run storm awhile ago, complete with lightning and a small downpour... Wow, talk about a dragon-savage battle between good and evil right now... the Kougaress wishes she had some good advice for coping with these times successfully... but, she doesn't... not for herself or anyone else... other than the obvious, love and caring about others, and getting together with like-minded people. ~~~
BEWARE: X5.4 CME Solar Flare due to hit Earth and Earthers on March 8, also night of the Full Moon... could be power outages and electronic disruptions... also, earthquakes or volcanic eruptions, and possible severe superstorms. ~~~~~~
and retro, Death Blow Flash... so, the Kougaress got one of those googlie notices about a spam comment on her blog. Out of curiosity, she clicked on her bloggie from back then, and found this piece of flash fiction she wrote. ~ kougarkisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/death-blow-flash.htmlSunday, November 22, 2009Death Blow Flash “Death blow to the global order!” Slade Krystal leaped from the edge of the cliff, swan-diving into the gray indigo shadows of the miles deep ravine. Complete darkness enfolded her as she plummeted downward. She felt incredible free. These were her last minutes on Earth before she became zillions of blown-up particles. This was her final sacrifice to defeating Those who ensnared humanity in a cruel matrix meant to enslave them mind, body and soul. Her body had been riddled with platinum nano charges by the techno-scientists of her rebel group. Seeing the faint glimmer of the structure, she rejoiced.Soon Slade stared at the crystalline light gleaming over the massive dome, just one part of the octopus-immense complex that housed the secret uber-technologies and genius intellects being used to control the people. “One giant splat for humankind,” she mentally amused herself. Instead of darkness, the brilliance of the dome became blinding. Slade closed her eyes and prayed the strike of her body would do maximum damage. Yes, the world could go dark from loss of power. The rebels had prepared with independent energy systems, and ways to sustain themselves. Slade smiled widely as the light blasted through her eyelids.Her free fall descent felt magnificent and she was about to go BOOM! ‘Death blow to the global order’, she chanted inside her mind. An instant later, her body ceased hurling downward. She bounced like a yo-yo several times, then felt herself being lifted up at a rapid speed. “Noooooo!” she screamed. “Where the hell am I?” A grayish darkness surrounded her and she sat on a floor, curled up against something solid. “You’re on my imperial ship.” The man’s masculine arrogant voice jerked her gaze to the side. "It took some serious effort, but your body has been cleansed–"“Cleansed!” Slade jumped to her feet. “What the damn effing hell have you done?” She paused. “Whoever you are.” All she saw was a tall imposing silhouette in what appeared to be the room’s exit. “We could not allow your suicide mission.” “We!” Slade stomped toward him, noticing she’d never felt better in her life. “Who is we?”“We are the race you would have destroyed had you nano-dusted that complex.” “Oh, well...” Slade halted. He didn’t look exactly human, “how would we have known?” “Yes, that’s why you’re here.” He moved inward. Slade shrank backwards. He had devil horns.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~ The Kougar spent most of her writerly day putting together her blog for EBOOK WEEK at LINDSAY’S ROMANTICS, THE PINK BLOG ~ lindsaysromantics.blogspot.com ~ The Kougar is posting on March 9. So far there is IF YOU LIKE... Wounded Heroes and IF YOU LIKE... Knights.... IF YOU LIKE... short stories... and IF YOU LIKE... Westerns. ~~~
As far as the Kougar's WIP ~ Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys ~ well, she's 'coming' to a hot erotic lovin' scene between Sherilyn, Zance and Dontoya. ~~~
Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ A New Huntby Rebecca GillanHe was beautiful. His broad shoulders tapered down to narrow hips and long trim legs. He had the shoulders and arms of a swordsman and the bearing of a warrior. His long dark hair was pulled back on top into a tail then left to hang lose down his back. It was his eyes that caught her, though. Dark, brooding. Mysterious. The eyes of a Warg.Three weeks ago, she’d come across him as she hunted. This winter was particularly hard even though it had just begun and the game was scarce. As an ice dragon, the cold didn’t bother her, but her belly would have been happier if there had been something available to fill it. ~~~~~~
Big Cat by-the-numbers ~ 11:33 pm... 12:12 am... 3:33 am... 3:33 pm... 4:44 pm... 11:33 pm... 11:44 pm... and the world changes big time... ~~~~~~
BIG CAT SNARL AND SNARK ~ TSA or Total Slave Agency... and, yeah, the naked nuke machines don't even work... as a censored youtube vid by an engineer proves, you can get all sorts of weaponry through those pervert-loving body scanners... also, Israeli and Canadian experts say the scanners don't work, either... so, chertoff got rich and the American people got raped of their tax dollars, once again... ~~~~~~
The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire. ~ Have a happy and magickal March ~ ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~ And, May you live the dreams of your heart, not in interesting times... Even more awesomer kisses from the Kougar...
Okay, he is not cooling this Big Cat down... Late night purrs, my stay-cool Pussycats... yep, yowsa, hot on the tame prairie today... but, not quite as steamy nasty... ohgosh, the Kougaress might yet get some yummy tomatoes... her renegades plants are blooming and forming little green tomatoes. More huge storms on the way, according to this Big Cat’s intuition. Take, my darlings. ~~~
BTW... did you know that Washington DC was built on top of ancient dwellings? The Kougaress thought it was just a drained swampy area. ~~~~~~
An impromptu scene... Dreams Demolished... “Dreams demolished,” she whispered. “All of my dreams demolished.” She stood unmoving, barely aware of her surroundings. The rust-colored, parched land stretched for miles around her, flat as a table top. Dwarf trees and sparse, succulent-leaf vegetation dotted the landscape, sucking up water from an immense aquifer. She thought to move -- a foot, her arm, even a finger. But, she didn’t. She couldn’t. Likely shock kept her paralyzed. Only her breath moved in and out of her lungs. Her thoughts dashed madly, though, zigzagging like a chased hare. She remembered each demolished dream, vividly reliving the horror of when hope had crashed and died an ugly death. So many dreams... so many... She swayed, and before her mind’s eye, she saw herself crumple to the ground. Somehow, she remained upright, standing, even though nearly every drop of her energy had deserted her. Once, so very long ago, she’d been filled to the brim with bright and great dreams for the future. Once, she’d burned with aliveness. Once, she’d believed. Simply believed in herself. She’d made plans, and followed her divine path. Confident she could achieve the desires of her heart, and live the truth of her soul, she’d braved every struggle. And, despite how impossible things had appeared, she’d persevered. Now, she stood abandoned. The descent of the sun seemed to reflect the loss of her own light, as if her life force bled out. Yes, after the death of each dream, she’d grieved terribly yet moved onto the next dream... now... In truth, she was a mere shell of herself. Empty. There had been so many dreams inside her, she’d thought they would never end. But, they had. After all, the world had collapsed. The future she’d been promised as a child had evaporated just like raindrops before they could splash on the desert floor. Suddenly, her legs moved. Slowly, she walked deeper into the parched land... either she would die, most likely... or, she’d find others like herself. Those who had already escaped the dark oppression that was taking over. ~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~ Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ "What Do You See In That Stone?"by Serena Shay“It was only a dollar fifty for fu…”“Silas! Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Ally’s patience was wearing thin with her son’s anger and foul mouth. Her fear of the ever increasing mountain of shit she knew was nearing the point of collapse and her constant refusal to agree to any bit of fun for her kids was sending her natural mother guilt in to overdrive. Silas was right, not that she could tell him that, but it was a dollar fifty cone for fucks sake—a simple cone she could not provide.“Fine, but it was just a stupid, plain cone. I want one. I’m hungry!” ~~~
Erotic romance author, Ann Cory, says it so much better at TRS BLUE than this Big Cat ~ Friday, July 15, 2011Support Matters!Ladies, make sure you’ve got a proper fitting bra, and gentlemen, make sure you’ve got the right fitting belt. What the heck am I on about? I’m talking about support.We all need it. Even if it’s just a little bit. None of us do well for long when we’re out there flailing around or riding low. Hence those bras and belts! It doesn’t matter what size you are, this is a one-size fits all kind of deal.~~~~~~
Big Cat by-the-numbers ~ 12:12 am... 2:22 am... 1:11 pm... 2:22 pm... 3:33 pm... 10:10 pm... 11:11 pm... 12:12 am... and it just gets bigger and badder from here... but, so will the repercussions against the bad guys and gals... 900 gallons of oil spill into Missouri River in NDAP-Fri, 15 Jul 2011 15:43:54 PDTAP - Damage around a North Dakota oil well site where officials believe floodwaters shifted a storage tank, causing at least 900 gallons of oil to spill into the Missouri River, does not appear to be significant, state health department officials said Friday.~~~ Heat Wave Hitting Michigan's Upper PeninsulaContributorNetwork- 43 minutes agoContributorNetwork - The National Weather Service has issued several special weather statements for much of Michigan's Upper Peninsula, particularly in the western UP. Reports of "dangerously hot and humid" weather with a chance for severe thunderstorms are affecting northern Michigan.~~~ Central Indonesian volcano erupts; residents flee TOMOHON, Indonesia (AP) — A volcano in central Indonesia spit lava and smoke high into the air early Friday, sending thousands of panicked residents racing down its fiery slopes... Mount Lokon, located in northern Sulawesi province, unleashed its first powerful eruption at 10:46 p.m. Thursday, said Brian Rulrone, a disaster management agency official. That blast was followed by a second just after midnight and a third at 1:10 a.m. Friday.Glowing lava cascaded from the mouth of the crater, triggering forest fires along its western slope, said Ferry Rusmawan, an official at the nearest monitoring post, adding that activity remained high and another eruption appeared imminent.The 5,741-foot (1,750-meter) mountain continued to rumble late Friday morning.~~~
14 July 2011 An earthquake with a magnitude of 3.9 has struck in the English Channel, the British Geological Survey (BGS) said.The quake had a depth of 10km and its epicentre was south of Portsmouth, according to the BGS.Residents in parts of West Sussex reported buildings shaking for a few seconds at about 0800 BST.Sussex Police, Solent Coastguard and West Sussex Fire and Rescue Service said they had not been called out to any incidents related to it.'Largest since 1734'David Kerridge, from the BGS, said it was the biggest incident of its kind in the area for nearly 300 years.~~~~~~
The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire. ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE! ~ Happy Summer-livin' in July ~ ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~ And, May you live the dreams of your heart, not in interesting times... Stay cool kisses from the Kougar...
Now ~ JUST for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues... Part 718 ~Sylva set her cup down, then took hold of the pink, chenille-like socks, with suede soles. “Thank you.” Marina smiled. “I’m certain Zeke is okay. He’s always had a knack for gettin’ out of any right tough situation,” she paused, “you’ll see.” Sylva nodded. “He is amazing...” Sylva began, then took moments to pull on the lovely-feeling socks. “I just worry, in part... because...” Marina offered a knowing glance. “Because of your unique abilities.” Sylva shook her hair back. “I’m not so certain they’re that unique. I mean, don’t all humans have intuition? And, various other magic sorts of abilities?”Zeke grinned. “I am lucky son of a gun.” Zeke paused while he thought, and at the same time, he kept an eye on the deputies. “Could be,” he continued, “we’ll figure out a way to bring some brides from other Earths. It’s only in the jawin’ stage, though,” he warned before he got himself in too deep. “Zeke Vintorr,” one of the deputies hollered. “That you?” Zeke hopped off the hover-jeep before answering. “Yep, Bucko. Didn’t recognize you in all that deputy regalia. When did you decide to join the Sheriff’s posse?” Bucko holstered his sidearm, jogging toward him. ~~~~~~
Part 719 ~ Sylva wriggled her toes, enjoying the socks, even as she wished for all she was worth, that she was with Zeke. She smiled at Ginger as she carried over a mug of hot chocolate. “You and Marina are so kind. I really appreciate it.” Ginger placed the mug on what looked like an electric warmer, only there was no cord. “Nonsense, Sylva dear. As family we need each other, don’t you think?” Sylva nodded, then murmured, “We all do need each other. Is there any more news?” Ginger gazed toward Marina. “Grant is on his way back with the robo-plane’s remains.” Zeke grabbed Bucko’s extended hand, and pumped it briefly. Then he nodded toward where the two running men were being placed inside the posse’s transport. “Who are those two?” Bucko’s coffee-colored eyes glinted with speculation. “Claim to be on the trail of those who stole their invention. Not the robo-plane, but the missiles and the delivery system used to fire ‘em.” Zeke took moments to try puttin’ pieces together. “Hell’s truth, Bucko, those two are super-trained athletes. That just don’t fit.” Bucko gave an understanding nod. “Yep. They say they trained because they were going up against the Secret Circle.” ~~~~~~
Part 720 ~ Sylva cradled the warm mug and took a sip. The difference in the hot chocolate’s flavor caught her off guard. But, it was too late to stop her surprised expression. “Something wrong, Sylva?” Ginger asked. “No, not really. This tastes as good...actually better than what I’m used to... it’s just different.” Sylva took another sip of the frothy, dark chocolatey brew. The next instant, Nevada strode inside the room, moving toward his wife. He snagged her waist bringing her against him, then planted a kiss on her cheek. “Zeke’s about to interview the two men who surrendered to the posse.” Zeke settled himself on the bench seat opposite the two running men, then leaned forward resting his elbows on his thighs. Before speaking he regarded them both for a time. From his reckoning they hailed from the Mid-Atlantic region. “Zeke Vintorr is the handle. Wes, Wayne, can either one of you tell me why my barn roof was targeted? And, why I shot down two of those robo-planes targeting you?” Neither one of them blinked, but watched him steadily, and with a suspicion Zeke understood. “Been battling the Secret Circle myself,” he added. “Your wife. Heard she’s a wanted woman.” ~~~~~~
Hot Chocolate Courtship kisses from the Kougar...
Sunday into Monday mews, my deliciously lovely KitKats... a warm blustery day on the tame prairie... per usual, the Kougaress has bitten off more than she can chew... chew, yeah yowls... Thanksgiving is only a few days away... where, hopefully, lots of good chewing will occur on all that yummy food. The tail-switching thankful moment: Reading Lindsay Townsend’s short story, A Christmas Sleeping Beauty. Yes, it made this Big Cat softie shed some good tears. It’s available as a free read at THE PINK BLOG. The Awakening of Sleeping Beauty ... it hit the Kougaress’s brain like a mack truck after reading A CHRISTMAS SLEEPING BEAUTY, and thinking about the fairytale, Sleeping Beauty... it’s a perfect metaphor for these times. We are all SLEEPING BEAUTIES in some stage of sleep, we beautiful and incredible humans... we have collectively pricked our finger on the spindle like sleeping beauty, unaware we have been poisoned... no, we just don’t know it, or we don’t know how deep we are... in truth, we don’t know our own amazing beauty, inside and out... it has been obscured from us by a cabal of psychopaths, who are masters of the black arts, THOSE who want to keep humanity enslaved and asleep... all too often we buy into the current propaganda of what is beauty, instead of looking with our sacred eyes, instead of seeing and hearing and feeling with our sacred souls... whether, as individuals, we are about to awaken or still deep asleep... THE AWAKENING IS NOW... the Awakening of Sleeping Beauty. ~~~
This is for those Big Cats who thought the title of the Kougar’s bloggie meant a flash scene. This one is rated *sweet*. The Awakening of SharomondShe walked in the land of shadows. Even her roses were pale shadows, their vibrant beauty denied to her, their heavenly scents gone. Sharomond remembered another life, another time, when lush fragrant rosebushes, heavy with red and pink blooms, twined up her balcony stairway. When roses, happy in their abundance, climbed up the marble archway of her garden. Dreamy, ephemeral and brilliant, her roses had been nearly every color and shade in the rainbow. Once upon a time. Fleeting glimpses of a man, a warrior prince by his dress, haunted her. During her endless sojourn in the land of shadows she would catch sight of him astride a magnificent dragonhorse stallion. Or, she would briefly see him battling the leviathan black shadow that domed her entire land. Sharomond had never found her parents, or discovered another human being in the shadowland. The animals were shades of gray. Moving and acting like apparitions, they took no notice of her presence. Loneliness had long ago driven her mad. Yet, madness meant nothing here. Still, she wandered, dreariness clinging to her like a wet woolen blanket. Sharomond never saw his face, the elusive warrior prince. The color of his eyes remained a mystery, as did the manly definition of his physique. She had tried with all her might to reach him, running until he vanished. She had tried to speak to him with her thoughts until despair ruled her heart so brutally she had been forced to quit. Sharomond only knew he was as she had once been. Alive. Alive, in a glorious land where shadows did not reign. Sharomond could not remember how or why she roamed this shadowland. No amount of pondering brought her closer to any manner of answer. What lived inside her now was rage, a rage to find and conquer whoever had cast her spirit into this gray-black imprisonment. In truth, Sharomond did not know the fate of her people. Were they still living their lives, cherishing the seasons and celebrating their joys? Who cared for them in their time of need? Who brought healing herbs and broths to them when illness struck? A slight rustle of sound, one she had never heard in this land of shadows, drew her toward her sumptuously attired bed, now mere mist in appearance. Even though, her coverlet and pillows were layers of luxurious mist, they were as insubstantial as her existence. An urge to lie down claimed Sharomond, and she obeyed. Why not? For, nothing held any great importance anymore. Unless, she could figure out a way to escape. Unless, she was granted a rescuer by some unknown benevolent hand. Unknown, indeed. Had not every one of her often-whispered prayers gone unanswered? No, her God did not recognize her. Not here. Not hidden by the shadows. With her eyelids slipping closed, Sharomond draped the coverlet over her, even though it felt like a sodden featherbed. She prepared herself to feel nothing, to dream nothing. But, again, she heard a sound. The scrape of a boot? An odd sensation skittered through her. Was it excitement? So foreign was the feeling, she could not tell. Warm lips pressed against hers suddenly. To her complete astonishment, a tender kiss was placed upon her mouth. Another kiss followed. This one was more urgent and longer, yet just as gentle. Sharomond fought to respond, puckering her lips. In that moment she did not care who took liberties with her mouth. She only wanted more. So much more of this fleshly paradise. The next kiss devoured her entire mouth with a passion she had once dreamed about. Sharomond felt the thick waves of a man’s hair inside her fist. Startled beyond any bearing, she stilled, yet did not let go. Rough breathing filled her ears, and she became aware her pants joined with the impassioned pants of another. “Sharomond, can you hear me?” a man’s voice asked. The low rich timbre reminded her of being in a deep dark forest, and she trembled with what felt like desire. A familiarity about the man teased her memory. Yet, no image of his countenance entered her head. “Awaken, please. I need you. Your people need you.” Once again, his lips seized hers. Gentleness was replaced by a searing fusion of their mouths. A light flashed before her mind’s eyes, and Sharomond felt utterly ignited. Almost painfully so. In that moment she knew who kissed her awake. “No,” she forced out, even as her eyes flew open. His visage filled her gaze, the warrior who had won her hand in marriage. She had refused him, fearing he would demand her complete obedience. Eyes, composed of midnight and emeralds, roved over her face. The concern glittering in the depths was so obvious her heart jerked like a rabbit freeing itself, yet leapt toward him. Sharomond un-fisted his dark coppery-colored mane of hair, an act against her sudden yearning for him. “Sharomond, I love you. I will care for you in every way that you may need as you recover. And, my beloved, I will not insist you become my bride.” With those words, Dhutrov straightened his handsome, sleekly hewn torso. From his kneeling position beside her, he took hold of her hand. Tenderly, he encouraged her to sit up. Shivering like the last leaf on a tree in the face of winter’s winds, Sharomond kept her hand firmly clasped within his. The sheer vibrancy of her bedchamber caused her eyes to blink and water. A banquet of smells assaulted her nostrils. Roses, her precious roses, their scents drifted to her as if in welcome. “The Seventh Coven of Abarus bespelled you and your people,” Dhutrov answered her question before Sharomond could ask, the one hovering on the tip of her tongue. “Your realm was considered to be too influential, too powerful.”Sharomond knew then. With her whole soul she knew. Still, she needed to hear it spoken. “The state of our world?”“Beloved, I must be the bearer of terrible news. Our world has fallen to those who are dark-hearted and cruel. To those who have no thought, but for themselves.” “Yet, your lands remain free, do they not?” “Yes. But, I am in need of you and your people to stand with us in freedom, or it will be lost.”Torn in two, between the joy of being rescued from the land of shadows and the reality that her world now suffered from despotic rule, Sharomond could not stop the flood of tears bursting from her eyes. She wept uncontrolled. Dhutrov lent his shoulder to her and murmured comforting words. His arms embraced her close, feeling invincible in their strength. Sharomond reached upwards clinging to his neck like a child. Placing her on his lap, he wrapped himself around her, holding her until her weeping eased. Their lips met in a salty kiss, yet the lingering press of their mouths overwhelmed her with sweetness, the new sweetness of love. “Dhutrov,” she whispered her heart. He cupped the side of her face, his gaze adoring her. “Side-by-side, we will ride, my Sharomond, and we will know triumph against our enemies.”“Yes. As warriors we will ride together.” Sharomond caressed his hand and smiled with happiness. ~~~~~~
Big Cat by-the-numbers ~2:12 pm... 5:55 pm... 10:10 pm... 1:11 am... 2:12 am... awakening to love and truth is the answer... ~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~ Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~ My Palate Was Seducedby Bekki Lynn Last night, I had the most wonderful wine. Pinot Noir for me is the best wine on the market. However, like in all things, there are bad apples. I've found plenty of bad apples among the choosing, usually choices I've found in the stores such as Cavit Pinot Noir and Arbor Mist Pinot Noir.~~~
Featured at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~ A Christmas Sleeping Beauty by Lindsay Townsend Heaving his battle axe with practised skill, Prince Orlando hacked a path through the final thicket of thorns and stepped through into the princess' bedchamber. His shoulders and back ached and his jerkin was ripped, his leggings muddy and pierced by rose thorns, but he grinned widely. ~~~
Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~ Sultry Sunday- My Ultimate Fantasy From Years Gone By by Dawne Prochilo I've had a sexual fantasy in my head since I was a high school girl. It's a moment in my life I've never experienced- and had only shared with one other person until this moment. I think 27 years is long enough to keep the secret- I'm ready to expose my deepest, darkest sexual fantasy to the world (or at least our faithful followers). AND! Sensual Sunday by Mary QuastThis time of year brings rainy Sundays in my part of the country. It can be a welcome relief from raking leaves. Cuddling with my hubby, listening to the deep, steady beat in his chest thinking of how we hold each others hearts. We live in the woods in a log home; when it rains acorns fall on the roof creating an interesting symphony.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 693 ~Sylva felt the slow upturn of her lips. “Twining is good, right?” Her cowboy grinned like a satisfied stud. “The way we twine is very good, darlin’.” He’d emphasized ‘good’, and she smiled widely. “Fact is, angel mine, the way our legs twine, the way our arms twine, and the way our bodies twine together, is so good I might just want more twinin’.” Sylva arched her brow. “Is that so?” Zeke caressed her thigh, his touch loving. Sylva felt her heart warm, the radiance filling her body. “Yep, I’m thinkin’ we should do lots of different kinds of twining, wife.” Zeke palmed his Sylva’s tresses, then stroked the mussed silkiness. She grinned mischievously. “I suppose I could learn to twine my hand around your studly cock in the most stimulating way...husband.” Despite his lazy satisfaction, Zeke felt his loins flare. “You could, wife. And that would be mighty pleasin’. I ain’t discouragin’ your willingness. But, even more pleasin’ would be my tongue twinin’ around those bud-plump nipples of yours.” His woman’s eyes became half-lidded and her breathing quickened. “What if I twine my tongue around that huge ole shaft of yours?” Zeke felt like hot smoke twined through him. ~~~~~~TO BE CONTINUED...~~~~~~Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...Part 16 ~ 692 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire. ~ HAPPY THANKFUL DAYS ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~ Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true... Sleeping Beauty kisses from the Kougar...
One ~Cradling the butt of her phase pistol, Khyph stared at the two golden moons from the space deck of her official quarters as Marshall of Meddiea, an inhabited moon. On this rotation, the two sister moons gleamed as complete orbs, their beauty stunning. The atmosphere of Meddiea had been created, initially, to not only sustain most sentient beings in the galactic region, but to enhance every celestial object that could be viewed. Whipping around, Khyph sighed. Duty called. Duty being the rounds she made at various gambling establishments, where the most trouble occurred, as it did on a regular basis. Two ~Khyph was no stranger to trouble, having battled her way through more than her share, during her long days as a renegade. She’d run supplies to the underdog resistance fighters or whoever fought off the tanker-ship advance of the Jorilittes, an android race designed to inhabit, then take over a sector for the Corporate Three, a megalithic organization that thirstily sucked up a world’s treasured resources. Promising prosperity, the victimized world was always left high and dry. Broke. Glancing in the small holo mirror she kept beside the door’s entrance, Khyph paused to secure a loosened strand of her hair. Three ~For rounds she bound her long tresses tight to her head with the intention to appear more masculine and business-like. Waving, butt-length hair didn’t inspire cooperation with her authority. It certainly inspired another kind of cooperation, one Khyph hadn’t been interested in for quite awhile. Gamblers, and those who visited the outer-limits entertainment moon, offered some fine unique sex, but it was only a temporary arrangement. Just as she’d altered her life once the Corporate Three had been contained, now a fly-by-space lover no longer held any appeal. Palming the door open, she rapidly strode to her internal cruiser. Four ~Hopping aboard the anti-grav floater, she seated herself in the center. After a quick review of her weapons capability, she spun the cruiser, testing its performance level. Satisfied, Khyph sped into the airy labyrinth of corridors leading to every establishment on Meddiea. Following her gut instincts, she sliced toward one of the larger gambling saloons, a fancy affair that had been done up in shades of gold, from dark brown amber to palest icy gold. On her off time, she’d often masquerade as a woman traveler and take advantage of the luxuries the Golden Comet so generously offered its customers. Five ~Her spine blazed with warning as Khyph swaggered inside the gold-luminous interior. Her hand at the ready for any trouble or ambush, she halted, braced her legs and swept her gaze past the fabulous gold-gleaming trappings. Narrowing her eyes, she sighted the dangerous situation. A Ubixx male, drunk on his lizard-scale ass, waved a short-barreled blaster and shouted for female company. The problem, the Ubixx were deadly shots when over inebriated, but useless between a woman’s thighs. “Marshall, no reasoning with him.” Bressa, the manager sidled beside Khyph, well-knowing her scent would be familiar enough not to be a threat. Six ~Half-stunned, Zroz halted high on the grand golden stairway, smelling the woman who haunted his dreams ever since she’d commandeered his private vessel to use against the Jorilittes. Bolting downward on silent feet, despite the unfolding drama, he landed on the floor, laser knife in hand. Hell’s asteroid, if he had to hogtie the lizard scoundrel, to get to the woman who always gave him every carnal satisfaction in his fantasies... “Dim by two degrees,” he heard her instruct. The Ubixx’s night-seeing eyes glittered in his dream woman’s direction. Immediately, the idiot aimed, his primal instinct engaged. The light lessened. Seven ~ Already, she stealthily closed in on the Ubixx. Zroz could do nothing but watch her swing her arm into position as fast as he could hurl a knife, and shoot. A single white flash appeared. That easy, she’d targeted the lizard’s rifle. Disarmed, the Ubixx bellowed as two bouncers seized him, one of them shoving a paralyzer against his neck. The danger over, light luminesced the gold-glimmering interior. The music used for the stage shows blared, encouraging the gamblers and the other guests to resume their chosen entertainments. Sliding his knife into his belt sheath, Zroz ambled toward the Marshall. Eight ~Dampening his adrenalin, Zroz scanned for a seat at a gaming table close to where she stood. Her tall boot hitched up on a chair, she took reports from those who’d been gambling with the Ubixx. This time he wouldn’t underestimate her. As an adversary, she’d been one of the few to own his ass. Damn! If he didn’t feverishly itch to rip off those garments that hid her beauty, and shaped her to appear masculine. Unclenching his fingers, he slid a chair from an empty table, sitting. Slickly, he shuffled the old-fashioned cards as if he invited a game. Nine ~Observing her from the corner of his eye, he wasn’t surprised when she sauntered in his direction, once she’d completed her interviews. Zroz fanned the cards on the table with smooth precision. “In the mood for a game?” he inquired. Hand on her hip, she halted beside him. At an angle that gave her the advantage, she aggressively widened her stance. “Fancy seein’ you here. Going to give me any trouble?” With slow deliberation he gazed at her, square in the eye. “All the trouble you want, Marshall. For as long as you want.” Her exquisite amethyst eyes regarded him. Ten ~ “Guess I should lock you up. Throw you on the first ship out of here.” Zroz clasped his fingers loosely and eased his frame back. “Care to play for who gets top position first?” One corner of her mouth quirked in a grin. “I’m on duty.” Lazily, he roved his gaze over every inch of her he could see. She didn’t move. His cock straightened toward her. “When you’re off duty, Marshall.” She flicked a glance at his crotch. “You smell like a stud breeder. Won’t be long before willing company shows up.” Zroz leaned forward. “Challenge. You win. I leave.” ~~~
TO BE CONTINUED ~ Apologies, this is as far as I've gotten.
How? Wow, Kitten Kats, things, events are moving at an extraordinary pace, whizzing by at almost blur speed. Already, it’s nearing the end of April.Darling Big Cats, if you live in Chicago-land, there is a call for the National Guard to patrol the streets like the police... sadly, dangerously, posse comitatus, the separation of the police and military, a mainstay of our democratic republic, has come to an end in our beloved country.~~~
Synchronicity rules these days... last night the Kougaress listened to a re-run broadcast of Coast to Coast am... yep, right on cosmic cue, she heard ~ love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you ~ a song featured the WIP the Kougar is penning ~ KANDY APPLE FOR HALLOWEEN ~ check out the snippet below.
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~~~ Flash of Dance With Me ~~~Sunday Flash Fiction featured at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~
Dance by mima
My favorite scene in my next Bonded fantasy...
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Moi’s flashie ~ a continuation of the third flash she wrote ~
Ignored as usual...
ONE ~
Ignored as usual, she swayed to the sultry rhythms as she sat, occasionally sipping on the old-fashioned Sangria. It was the usual crowd, couples making themselves hotter, their bodies twined together like pretzels. And those who despised dancing, thinking the art of the music was all. Shaking her hair, she missed the man headed her way. A viking of a man. His golden russet mane waved below his shoulders...had he stepped off a dragon ship? Stunned as he strode toward her, she drank in his muscled thighs, impressive beneath leather pants.
“Dance with me,” he commanded, extending his hand.
TWO ~
Trepidation raced through her like wildfire. Instantly, her palms became clammy. His sheer size made her feel like cowering, not to mention all that mass of hard muscle. He could probably snap her like a twig, even if she wasn’t the 60's model, Twiggy.
Still, the command of his icy azure eyes and his domineering stance compelled her to extend her own hand. And something else, her own sharp prick of curiosity. Why would a man like him want to dance with her? The drive to know why had her standing up. He clasped her hand.
“Your beauty pleases me.”
THREE ~
Shocked to say the least, Kayanna moved before him simply because he compelled it. Holding her hand in a strange courtly fashion, he peered down at her from what looked like nosebleed height.
His gaze, somehow blazing and somehow frigid, made a survey of her face. Kayanna felt plundered. Only it was the kind of plunder she’d fantasized about...wickedly delicious, turn-me-on plunder. She’d never dared believe it could ever be real.
All she really wanted was to dance, feel his body up close and personal. To be polite, she asked, “What’s your name?”
“Later, I will reveal my name.”~~~~~
Dance scene snippet [unedited] ~ KANDY APPLE FOR HALLOWEENNot doubting that for a second, Kandace followed him as he walked backwards with a dancer’s lithe power. The dark glisten of his eyes compelled her to match his movements.
“Zin.”
The sensation of her body flowing toward him became real as his arm clasped her waist and he pressed her against his virility. That’s what he felt like, hard polished virility. His beast smoky scent didn’t merely fill her nostrils, but seeped into every crevice of her, including her sweltering sex crevice.
Zin dreamily whirled her onto a surface meant for dancing. Like magic, ceiling lights created a silvery blue radiance around them. In her head Ella Fitzgerald’s beyond-compare voice crooned what Kandace felt.
“You do that something to me, that something that simply mystifies me,” she sang just for Zin.
He paused, draping her over his arm, his gaze blatant with desire, yet lit with curiosity.
“Tell me why should it be,” she throatily continued, “you have the power to hypnotize me?”
“My Kandy Apple,” he rasped so seductively, she wasn’t quite prepared for his next move.
With utter ease, he twirled her, then brought her flush against him. He swayed her body with such suave demand, Kandace clung to him, molten to her core.
Definitely magic, the melody from Cole Porter’s song enveloped them.~~~~~~
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Got it covered...
By Chelle Cordoro
Are we so superficial that we judge the books we’ll read by the way the cover looks? It’s part of the come on I guess.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 483 ~Sylva cocked her head, fascinated by what Nevada said. “The technicians are in heaven studying the design,” he continued. “Some newfangled advancement I don’t understand.” He paused as Eduardo whispered in his ear. “Snake is being right cooperative, so far, telling all he knows.” Nevada glanced at her, then at his son. “Why don’t you two settle in? I think it’s handled for now.” Taking a step forward, Sylva offered her hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Vintorr.” His answering smile blew her away, it was so welcoming. Bowing his head briefly, he took her hand, pressing it between his.
Zeke allowed the happiness swelling his heart to reign in the following moments. His precious Sylva already belonged to his family, and was treasured in a way she probably didn’t understand, yet. Squeezing her shoulders, he gave a nod to his dad, then pivoted them back down the corridor. “There’s so much good in your world, that I’ve seen so far.” His wife clasped hands with him affectionately. “It’s overwhelming, actually.” Zeke rumbled a chuckle. “You’re overwhelming, darlin’ mine. And I mean you.” She giggled a bit, swinging his hand. “Do you mean, not because of my talents, but me?”
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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 ~ 482 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP ~ http://infowars.com ~ Alex Jones for a PEACEFUL REPUBLIC ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves... a Known Seditionist ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~HAPPY SPRINGING THROUGH SPRING!Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Dance with me kisses from the Kougar...
Meows, my adorable adventurous Big Kittens, it’s been a busy penning day for the Kougar with writing miles to go.Featured at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~
Trains, Planes, and Automobiles-oh, my
by Jolie Cain
Welcome to today’s edition of Sunday Flash Fiction. Transportation is our theme. Hotness is our goal.
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Here’s moi’s flashie ~
From the Kougar’s WIP ~ Rancher Needs a Wife
“Come here, honey.”
His words were her only warning. Keely found herself hauled before him, the steering wheel pressed against her back. She straddled his thighs, her sex riding his engorged cock. Seizing her ponytail, he tugged forcefully. His mouth descended, his kiss completely capturing her lips.
Taken by surprise, Keely didn’t struggle. Instead, she waited to find out if he could kiss worth a damn. His mouth moved over hers powerfully, his kiss consuming her lips with raw need. Keely succumbed. In a dance that could only be described as fierce and wildly sensual, their lips explored each other.
Their passion spread like wildfire, their heads switching back and forth rapidly as their mouths clung, rubbed and tasted. God, Keely had never felt such incredible lips. She indulged her appetite for making out, and keeping her kisses in concert with his, she slid her arms around his neck, then hugged tightly.
Their tempo slowing as if they knew each other’s souls, they kissed with open mouths, their lips sensually moving. The slip and caress of their lips felt like erotic heaven to Keely, and she gave him what he wanted, full access to her mouth in whatever way he wanted.
He’d gotten to her.
She only hoped he didn’t go too far, taking something she didn’t want to give. Not yet. There was nothing worse than a man who stabbed his tongue down her throat as if he’d found a cache of gold, then was determined to dig it out. Unless his tongue probed her ear like he performed a crude medical exam.
He sealed his mouth with hers, then traced her inner lips with the tip of his tongue. With a talent she reveled in, he teased the corners of her mouth until she sighed and kissed him hard.
Their kisses changed. Savagely, they seized each other’s lips, their tongues darting and twining. Keely didn’t know when she’d begun rocking on his log of a cock, but she knew the moment he stroked his hands beneath her sweatshirt claiming her bare flesh as if she already belonged to him.
Course, he figured she already did. Hell, she wasn’t giving him any message, but the ‘go’ signal. Molding her ribcage and her back with caresses, he continued kissing her feverishly, fiercely, fast.
“God, honey,” he uttered against her swollen mouth.
She knew why. His hands swept over her naked breasts.
He captured the fullness of her breasts as if he held treasure. Their mouths still clung, exchanging delicious kisses. Molten with pleasure, Keely pressed into his hands, offering her breasts. Shaping her eager tits with his large hands, he stroked her.
“Damn, you’re talented,” she moaned, then nipped his mouth with her own.
Suddenly, he eased his hands from her. Panting harshly, he adjusted her sweatshirt, covering her again. Keely whimpered in frustration.
“God, you start something. It’s good...” She halted. “Dammit. Never mind. What am I saying?”
“Too much. I’ll have to kiss you again to shut you up.”
His hoarse voice sizzled her skin as if he touched her.
“If I didn’t hear your lust, I’d have to punch you.” Keely let eyes slide closed. “God help me, you’ve got a big cock.” She stopped herself from rubbing her crotch against him. “I guess I’d better not say, I hope you know how to use it.”
“Honey, I’d be using it. But now’s not the time or the place.”
“Only a bed man? Make that only a ‘do it in bed’ man.” What was going on with her? Her tongue had taken on a personality of its own.
“Nope. But I’m not puttin’ on a sex show here. And when I ‘use’ it, you’re gonna know I used it, honey.”
Keely eyed him, firming her lips so she didn’t egg him on anymore, or herself.
He eased back from her as much as the seat allowed. From beneath his heavy-lidded gaze, he studied her face. “I wanted you to know it’s going to be good.”
“Yeah? Well, now we’re both hot and bothered.” Keely practically hurled her sigh. “Sorry, you seem to inspire the sharper edge of my tongue.”
“A frisky wife sounds real good to me, honey.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say. And it never turns out that way.” Keely carefully leaned on the steering wheel as she studied him. That’s all she needed, the horn blaring, a blatant announcement of her lust.
He flashed a lopsided grin, catching her off guard. “Don’t you worry. I’ll keep you plenty feisty and frisky. In bed, honey, and out of bed.”
“Oh, goody, goody.” She thrust her chin, swinging her ponytail several times.
“Sassy, too,” he drawled. “Well, that suits my nature just fine.”
Keely gave him a dubious look, not backing down from his steady gaze.
“Let me ease off this pole you’ve built in my jeans, then we’ll go inside. Settle down to some early breakfast.”
“Me sitting on it isn’t going to ease it.” Keely resisted her urge to ‘build’ his cock again.
“I like you sittin’ on it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m getting off...”
“I was about to get off.”
The tease of his voice tickled her. Keely wasn’t about to let him know that, averting her face.
“You were riding the length of my cock like a rodeo queen,” he continued, his drawl exaggerated.
“I was not.” Her chin shot out.
“I swear you were about to bust it out of prison.” A twinkle entered his eyes.
“Is that so?” Keely made her move, attempting to swing off him.
He caught her, his hands spanning her waist. “Hold on, rodeo queen.”
“I thought you weren’t interested in putting on a sex show.”
She nodded toward his window, then folded her arms, difficult in the confined space, but she managed.
Two men sauntered in their direction. He took a quick look. A grin spread over his features. “You don’t think playin’ kissie face and engagin’ in the sex act are two different things?”
“Oh, for... whatever.” Keely rolled her eyes big time. “I’m in no mood to discuss the subtle differences between romance and screaming monkey sex.”
“Nope, honey, you’re right.” As if he’d won their exchange, he hoisted her off his lap, then placed her on the seat with an ease that shocked her. Who was he? Really? Straightening her sweatshirt, she watched him from the corner of her eye.
“I’ll get your door. You stay right there.”
He waited until she nodded her head, then launched out his door with a speed that had her sucking in a breath of surprise.~~~~~~
It’s *** COVER ART WEEK *** at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG and the Kougar is blogging Monday, the 19th ... here’s the beginning ~
Cover Art ~ I am the Troublemaker
Yep, when it comes to my cover art, I can be a troublemaker. Okay, I can be a troublemaker over anything I feel strongly about. That’s my nature and I’m sticking to it.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Featured at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~ COVER ART WEEK
CHERYL’S BOOK COVERS
by Cheryl Pierson
FIRE EYES:
Fire Eyes is always going to be the “book of my heart”—most special to me for several reasons.~~~
Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
Sultry Sunday- Heating up the weekend
The moment has come...you can feel the anticipation...your bodies have become one.
He needed more.~~~~~~
NOTE: Now would be a good time to purchase Potassium Iodide, and use it regularly. The supplement protects against radiation poisoning of the thyroid. Check it out on the webbie or in a medical book.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 476 ~Sylva took heart at her cowboy husband’s words. What else was there to do? “Landing?” she asked, “I didn’t even feel the flight.” His eyes lit up. The hint of whiskey-colored ornery she saw lightened her heart. “Nope. That’s the technology. Come on, darlin’.” He rose before her, offering his arms. The chair released her body as she stood. Sylva almost fell into his embrace because she hadn’t unexpected it. “Whoa there, little filly,” he teased. Gathering her close, he held her until the door panels slid open. White illumination flooded the interior as he guided her toward a ramp.
Zeke noted the bewildered expression on his Sylva’s face as she gazed around. “It’s like a little city... in here.” Bending down he pecked her sweet lips. “I’ll be right back, darlin’. Just going to get our cases. Stay here. You’ll be fine.” She gave an uncertain nod, then straightened her shoulders. Zeke strode for the transport. He understood her apprehension. It was better, though, if he gave her a chance to understand she could trust him as her husband. Snatching up their cases, he bounded toward her at the same time one of the managers approached. She shrank back.
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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 ~ 475 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP ~ http://infowars.com ~ Alex Jones for a PEACEFUL REPUBLIC ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~HAPPY SPRINGING THROUGH SPRING!Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Un-Wifely kisses from the Kougar...
They just look GOOD, don't they?Beloved Big Cats, a sundown shout out from the tame prairie...oh, how exquisitely lovely the pink-hued horizon lit up one of those blue skies that speaks to your soul.Oh, the times they are a-changing, my Kittens... drastically changing... the Kougaress feels like she is on a high wire and mighty winds are buffeting her... there is nothing to catch her below, except a deep, deep dark ravine... in several years nothing will look the same... what we have known, what we have grown up with... gone, gone with a wind so violent historians will never be able to do it justice... unless, there is INTERVENTION from the Divine... unless...
How’s that for the opening to a novel? Or, maybe the Kougar will use it in her Black Wolf love story.
Featured at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~ Ooooh, some wonderful flashies, Big Kittens.
Is chivalry dead?
By Dee Carney
Welcome to Flash Fiction Sunday!Moi’s flashie ~
From the Kougar’s WIP ~ Radio for the Star-Crossed LoverOne ~
“To start my radio game of star-crossed love and lust. I’ll share why I have arrived at this moment. It’s tragically simple. No love. No lust. No real man. I want one, a real man...yes, real love and real lust.
“I have this one fantasy, to outline it for you...the sexy handsome super-powers alien man who is searching for his true love and lust mate...he lands here on Earth...and well, the rest is the best of an adventurous romantic novel.
“Or a night-inspiring fantasy, if you get my pleasure-meaning, ladies.
“What are your night-inspiring fantasies, ladies?
Two ~
“What do you passionately crave from an intergalactic lover?
“What do you erotic-crave?
“What does your heart desire?
“Ladies, roll the star dice, spin romance fortune’s wheel, this is your chance at Otherworld love. Who wants to play?
“Oh, by the way, George Noory eat your heart out. You wouldn’t play. You wouldn’t bring intergalactic lovers together with a special hotline. Just for one night. So here I am. You lose, George.
“Ladies, we’ll be back for your calls...” Everything blinked to black. No one moved. No back-up power whirred on. Only the rush of their breaths echoed around them.
Three ~
In the heavier-than-lead silence, Sylfann took off her head phones.
“I take it we’re not on the air,” she quietly stated. Her nerves sizzled on the high-heat setting.
‘Sylfann, come with me. Now.’
“Who’s that?” Her body danced on a razor’s edge.
‘Behind you. Come with me.’
Glass shattered loudly. Sylfann froze. A brutal wacking began on the building’s street-level door, immediately followed by slashing wacks on the back door. Around her, the pounding echoed savagely.
Shocked out of her mind, Sylfann burst upwards,
“This is the FBI.” The bull-horning voice menaced. “Do not move. We are entering the building.”
Four ~
“Stay where you are. Do not resist. You will not be harmed.”
Not believing that for a second, Sylfann tried to remember another way out. Her thoughts raced as if on a speedway as she stepped backwards.
Two strong hands gripped her shoulders. Sylfann jumped, screaming like a cornered animal.
Reassuringly, the hands remained on her shoulders. “Come with me. If you want to save your life,” a man’s voice whispered in her ear.
Whoever he was or the FBI? Sylfann thought quantum fast. She grabbed her bag from the back of her chair. “Okay.”
‘Turn around. Hold onto me.’
Five ~
“Telepathy?” she whispered, obeying.
The two doors crashed open, banging like explosions against the walls. Sylfann flinched, flattening herself on the man’s very virile chest.
More glass shattered, the shards raining down on her. Sylfann threw her arms around the man’s neck, feeling the imprint of his hunky body against hers, delicious in any other circumstance.
The man’s arms tightly embraced her. To her wicked surprise, they slowly levitated upwards. Don’t think, Sylfann told herself. Just hang on.
A horde of footsteps pounded up the two stairways.
Sylfann squeezed her eyes shut as they sailed higher.
Six ~
Below her, she heard gagging and coughing. ‘Oh, god, tear gas! Her friends, no!’
‘Do not breathe. Kiss me.’
Holding her breath, Sylfann lifted her face. A man’s lips clamped on her lips, fantastic feeling lips, but they weren’t kissing her.
“Where is she?” the bullfrog-gravelly shout demanded.
His lips sealed on hers like superglue and her beyond-strange savior’s grip tightened. A whirr-buzzing sound surrounded them, and it felt as if they surged through glue. Sylfann felt a sucking sensation as they slid, then rose swiftly in the cool night air.
He unclamped her lips. Sylfann breathed hard and fast.
Seven ~
She clung, her lungs pumping, her heart pounding out of her chest. Questions and her fears raced each other, stumbling over each other to reach her lips.
They shot forward suddenly, angling ever higher. As they rocketed somewhere, Sylfann caught glimpses of the city’s blazing lights. Skyscrapers disappeared looking wavy-fuzzy. If she hadn’t been hellishly scared out of her mind, she would have enjoyed the superman ride.
Heavy, violent, the throb vibrated her body. Sylfann shot her gaze toward the sound. “Oh my god! A black helicopter!”
‘Three. We are close.’
Transfixed, Sylfann watched one helicopter dive, and charge them.
Eight ~
Burying her face in his amazingly muscled chest, she clung like a scaredy-cat.
They streaked downward and Sylva dared a peek. Fast, furious, they wove through the city’s maze of buildings. Roller coaster, Sylfann told herself. Pretend it’s a roller coaster.
The nasty throb of the three helicopters pulsed through her, only diminishing as they slowed, then almost hovered. Sylfann glanced around, seeing an odd tunnel. Delivery-truck large, it silvery gleamed.
Utterly intrigued, she stared at the horseshoe-shaped opening that appeared to be self-illumining.
Deeper and deeper, they floated inside, but to where?
“You’re not from around here,” she stage-whispered.
Nine ~
“Earth, I mean,” she added.
‘Neither are you.’
Stunned to the soles of her feet, Sylfann had no clue what to think. Did he mean because she’d recently moved to the outskirts of Chicago?
‘We are landing. You must stay in my arms.’
‘No problem,’ she tried.
‘Good girl.’
Sylfann felt his amusement while her feet landed on a surface. Looking down, she saw a circular platinum-colored platform. Glancing up quickly, she ran her gaze over him. He wore a black-film suit, similar to a scuba diver. Only his eyes and his mouth were visible.
‘Don Johnson lips.’
“Don Johnson?’
Ten ~
“Miami Vice. Where are we?’
‘The Hub. Remain still.’
‘The Hub?’
Whoosh! The sound whirled around Sylfann. Somehow, they spun upwards without spinning. Feeling car sick, Sylfann clenched her eyelids, and prayed she didn’t puke on Mr. Super Mysterious Man.
Hating her helplessness, she hung onto him like a frightened child.
When everything stopped, when she stood on something solid, she opened her eyes. Blinking, she saw a Star Trek-like bridge, the down-sized version.
Aware he still held her flush against his hunky body, she realized why. Buzzing seized her brain. Dizziness consumed her whole. Then, it was lights out.~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~Ooooh, check it out, western erotic romance KitKats ~ Gem Sivad’s latest story, all polished up...
The second book in my Bounty Hunters series is finished, polished, and ready to hit the trail. Five Card Stud is Sam McCallister’s story. I hope you enjoy him. He’s coming soon.~~~
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Sultry Sunday moments of passion
Sundays spent at home are a special day...the possibilities are endless. Love in the morning, love in the afternoon and a passionate evening.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 455 ~Sylva felt wonky-shaky inside. “One of you three is one of them. One of the Secret Circle.” She hauled in a breath. “And, if someone doesn’t come clean... Lariat, where is he?” Aunt Martha shifted and Sylva figured she took a look. “Lariat is sittin’ on the varmint. He’s hailing Nevada. The cavalry’s arrived.” Not taking her eye off her target, Sylva asked, “Your dad?” From her peripheral vision, she caught her cowboy’s nod. “Yep, dad. He can transport the Secret Circle agent to our regional holdin’ center. Know who is who, darlin’?” Sylva decided on discretion. “I might. Then, again.”
Zeke concentrated on hearing everything that happened around him while keeping a steady aim. His own instincts clawed at him ruthlessly. The faster this latest Secret Circle attack was handled, the better. “Anyone wants to confess anything more, now is the time,” he quietly growled. “Unless, you want the attentions of the real experts.” Zeke heard the boots of the old-timer scrape the floor. “Hell’s whiskers, it is Nevada. He’ll recognize me.” Glancing quickly, Zeke saw his aunt’s scowl. “I don’t recognize you, ya ugly scoundrel.” She pinched his ear hard. “Ow! Dang it, woman. You didn’t frequent the Mesa Cantina.”
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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 ~ 454 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP HAS ARRIVED ~ http://infowars.com ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~HAPPY SPRING!Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Radio rescue kisses from the Kougar...
Chasing her tail, that’s been the Kougar’s day... how about you, adored and absolutely adorable Big Cats? Is the world spinning all too fast these days?
Well, meowsers... moi can’t keep up! She did make it over to Flash Fiction Sunday at the Liquid Silver SEX blog ~Nature’s Romantic Moments
Roscoe James
We’ve all seen them in movies, read them in books, and waxed poetic about them in our own fashion. A moonlight stroll. An open ocean sunset. An early morning sunrise. Winter wonderlands, spring rains, and autumn leaves. The backdrop to romantic strolls, happy ever after endings, and reflective moments of deep insight and realization. Nature is the backdrop and our actors take full advantage of the moment.So, here it is, a return visit to one of the Kougar’s Serial Flashes ~X-Flash of Sun and Beach ~ Sorrenna and DraveBlocking 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.”
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.”
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.”
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Authoress news and mews ~The Kougar is blogging at HAPPILY EVER AFTER on Monday, the 15th ~ here’s the opening ~
Romancing Spring’s Arrival
Spring officially arrives on March 20th, and yes, I’m romancing Spring’s arrival... sort of... mostly.~~~
THANK YOU! Nara Malone for featuring the Kougar and her book on your blog ~ http://naramalone.com ~ as one of the ebook giveaways on those adorable tiger flashdrives.Nara Malone’s blog ~ Spotlight on #ebookweek Contributing Author Savanna Kougar
Savanna Kougar, has contributed a copy of RED LIONESS TAMED .~~~
Hot to trot Kittens, in the mood for some drool worthiness pictures, paw-run on over to Tres Jolie ~ http://joliecainauthor.blogspot.com ~~~~
THANKS TO EVERYONE who commented on my first post at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY.
Featured at ROMANCE WRITER’S BEHAVING BADLY ~
Sultry Sunday Floor Play
A nice quiet Sunday and just the two of you; the room is lit by firelight and candles. Fluffy pillows are tossed onto the floor. Spread a soft blanket or two next to the pillows. Hmm…sounds nice doesn’t it?
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Purrs and predictions... watch out, the Kougaress is sensing some hellacious tornado activity this year... make certain you’re as prepared as you can be ahead of time, if you live where those tornadoes enjoy roaming and whipping around.~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...Happy Courtship on another EarthX-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...Part 441 ~Sylva instinctively grabbed the cover as if that would save her, then scowled at herself. She glanced around quickly for what she knew wasn’t there, a gun. Her inner Annie Oakley shouted at her grab one and stand beside her man. When she gazed back at Zeke, part of her tensed with apprehension... while, well hell, how good did her cowboy husband look? A sexy magnificent god, as he stood, naked and ready for action. Damn! Fear and lust seesawed back and forth inside her. His muscles easing suddenly, he pivoted toward her... that in itself, had her panting hard.
Zeke made absolutely certain before he stepped away from the window, and strode back to his Sylva. “It’s one of my stable managers. Likes to go by the handle, Lariat. Must be something hellbent-important, though, or he wouldn’t have showed. And he wouldn’t be using our code.” His bride didn’t appear all that at ease. “Code?” she asked, her gaze wary. Zeke set the rifle down and grabbed his robe, sliding into it. “Specialized lasers we carry out on the range. We use them for identifying each other and for communicating messages, mostly. Lariat and me developed our own code.”
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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 ~ 440 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~~~~~~~
~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP HAS ARRIVED ~ http://infowars.com ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...Flash of sun kisses from the Kougar...
