...up the chimney he rose...

Merry Xmas evening, my Big Beautiful Cats. Last Christmas eve was the first one for the Kougar as a blogger...harken, ye kittens, back to a day in yore ~ to the beginning of moi’s first year bloggie...

Christmas Eve Kiss

Curl up by the fireplace with the softly crackling flames, creamy egg nog at the ready, dear Big Kittie Lovers. Santa is on his merry journey, gifts for all of us good kitties in his magic always-filled bag. Rudolph lights the way through fog or snowstorm with his beacon red nose. Yes, the big night of Winter Solstice has arrived, the night of all divine, the time of all Good Angels is here. Whether you're the cat who loves to pounce at Santa's legs or if you merely keep watch and squinch open one eye to glimpse Santa's arrival, all is to be enjoyed on this night of many miracles and wonders.

And, if you haven’t read the Kougar’s naughty version of the Rudolph, the Red Nose Reindeer, and you have a yen for such Xmas naughtiness, it’s still up at Title Magic.

Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Up the Chimney He Rose...

Part Eighteen ~

“...my true love sent to me, twelve drummers drumming.” He smoothed his hand beneath the ribbon around her waist.
“Twelve drummers drumming at midnight?” she asked, unable to resist, just as her palms were unable to resist his magnificently muscled shoulders.
He slid his other hand beneath another band of ribbon on her back, caressing. “Christmas eve, Santa comes down your chimney again.”
“Shapeshifter Santa is already in my chimney.” Enjoying his huge cock, Kaily writhed her hips a bit, while her body melted even more against his. “What happens if you don’t arrive?”
Utter desire, his gaze gleamed. “Given it will be known my vessel was damaged, there will be no bad consequences.”
“Oh.”
“Your generous supply of curiosity has given me a superior destiny, little kitten.”
“I’ll keep your secret,” she promised, and meant it more than she’d ever meant anything before.
“We will act like boyfriend and girlfriend,” he stated, as if that were the normal course to take. “Until I engage you in an act of marriage.”
Kaily blinked several times, the fog of being shocked blurring her vision. “Marriage,” she stammered. Her eyes must have crossed, since his face wasn’t in focus. “Don’t you have to go back?” Was that a straw she grabbed at? It must be, since she knew her straw, helping to set up the outdoor nativity scene each year.
“If my vessel repairs itself fully, I will return with you as my bride.”
“Bride.” The word lodged itself in her throat, a lump of gargantuan proportions.
“Yes. Thus, my obligation will be cancelled, and left to another if it has not yet been fulfilled.”
“Oh.”
“It will be a visit only, my precious Kaily. I will have lost my right to rule.” He nuzzled into her hair, a sensual pleasure lost to her.
“Oh.” Oh, god, now what? “A King without a kingdom.”
“You are my kingdom.” Suddenly he claimed her butt. “Twelve drummers,” he purred with naughty intent. Lightly his hands drummed on her very well-rounded ass, causing her to slide on his cock.
“Oh!” She reveled in the sensations, despite the more-than-bizarre situation.
“You don’t have more than ten fingers, do you?”
“Ten fingers and two palms,” he triumphed, never missing a beat on her butt.
“Ooooh, that does feel good.” Kaily added oomph, undulating her hips in time with his drumming.
He growled his own lustful appreciation, then caught her lips in a bold kiss that possessed her insides and didn’t let go. She couldn’t refuse him, kissing him as passionately.
Their mouths fused fiercely, he drummed on her jiggling butt while she glided her sheath up and down his eager cock. At least, his long yule log seemed to rise eagerly inside her.
As if a bubble of wildest joy exploded around her, Kaily felt her orgasm take her, ravish her. Grabbing her ass cheeks he loosed her mouth, and pummeled her sheath, his strokes deliberate, ferocious.
Lunging deep, he savagely growled, “Up the chimney he rose.”
~~~~~

Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Twelve ~ see Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!
Part Thirteen ~ see Smiling for the Holidays
Part Fourteen ~ see Nine Ladies Dancing... & the Grand Gift Winner
Part Fifteen ~ see Winter Solstice & Ten Lords A-Leaping...
Part Sixteen ~ see Santa Baby ~ Eleven Pipers Piping...
Part Seventeen ~ see Twas the Night of Twelve Drummers Drumming...
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MOST BLESSED DAY OF GIFT-GIVING

Christmas eve smooch from the Kougar...

Twas the Night of Twelve Drummers Drumming...

What the Kougaress would wear if she was going *Holiday partying* tonight...

Big Kittens...the terrible chill has lifted, for now, on the tame prairie. And the Kougar is recovering from being under the weather...sniffle...
May you all be snuggy warm and truly blessed on this day before Christmas...
Guess *tail-twitching* what? Looking for a cover art font, moi discovered the BookStrand ad in Romantic Times magazine...and there was the cover of When a Good Angel Falls, in the midst of, and along with all of the outstanding authors’ book covers. Meow-wow and pow! What a lovely giftie for this Kougar girl...check out page #117 of the January 2009 issue.
Also, tomorrow, the Kougar will be blogging at Title Magic...find out about a naughty version of Rudolph, the Red Nose Reindeer...

Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Twelve Drummers Drumming...

Part Seventeen ~

Who was this man...this shapeshifter...this alien from the stars? The questions struggled against the staggering blissful drunk her mind had become.
“Dillon.” She heard her voice reach out to him, even though he could tell her anything he wanted. How would she know?
“Kaily.” His rough, but gentle purr covered her skin. Slipping his palms over her waist, he stroked over her breasts, then caressed the swells. Omygawd, what was he...her dream lover come to life?
She pried one eye open, and gazed at his strong taut groin. “Eleven pipers piping...gonna pipe me, with that pipe?”
“Your wish, my woman,” he growled softly. “One.” He seized her breasts, then lunged.
She moaned with the torrid pleasure, the rapture already simmering through her sheath and igniting her pussy mound.
“Two,” he growled savagely.
She gripped his forearms, luxuriating in the feel of his hands as a blaze of ecstasy shot up her belly.
“Three.”
The immense weight and size of his cock lit her up like a bonfire.
“Four.”
As he plowed his manhood deep inside her, she whimpered, and dug her nails into him.
“Five,” he roared. With primitive strength, he thrust inside her six more times.
Her orgasm flared into an inferno of rapture throughout her flesh, and Kaily felt him strike deep, then squeeze her breasts into cones. Groaning her name, he raised up, rigid with his orgasm.
Long moments later, he languidly rolled her on top of him, his embrace heaven.
“God, can your lord leap,” she praised, letting herself snuggle against his chest.
“Then, my pipe is pleasing. And remains pleasing in you.” She opened her eyes meeting his dark golden eyes.
He looked so smug, she muttered drily, “You’re not an actual lord, are you?”
His grin could have eaten a canary. “No, my beautiful gift, I am not a lord as you mean it.”
She waited a breath or two before asking, “What are you?” Her heart tripped rapidly, suddenly, as if some part of her knew.
“On my world I would be considered a King.”
Despite his sumptuous molding of her butt, her eyes flew open, and straight into the amused brilliance of his. Her heart pounded like a damn hammer. “What? The King of Beasts?” The silly words burst out the instant they appeared before her mind’s eye.
“The King of Vhayquexia. One of thirty realms.”
Nothing made sense anymore. She merely gaped at him, still as a mouse hiding from a stalking cat.
“There is no urgency. I am certain my brother enjoys ruling in my absence.”
“I’m sure I don’t understand,” she hesitantly whispered.
“I traveled to meet a bride I did not wish to marry.”
“A princess?” Kaily blinked, feeling like she lived in a fairytale.
“A ferocious and particularly vicious princess with claws like scorpions.”
“Why?” She had to know.
“As firstborn it was my obligation to fulfill the treaty. Even though I objected.” His gaze turned to smoke. “On the twelfth day of Christmas...”
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Twelve ~ see Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!
Part Thirteen ~ see Smiling for the Holidays
Part Fourteen ~ see Nine Ladies Dancing... & the Grand Gift Winner
Part Fifteen ~ see Winter Solstice & Ten Lords A-Leaping...
Part Sixteen ~ see Santa Baby ~ Eleven Pipers Piping...
~~~~~~~

HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

&

A MOST BLESSED CHRISTMAS EVE

Twelve tiny kisses from the Kougar...

Santa Baby ~ Eleven Pipers Piping...

Not quite as frigid on the tame prairie, my Big Holiday Cats, though the Kougar has some kind of icky malady, which she is yowling-blaming on the icy temps.
Good thing moi has her not-so-big Christmas preparations done.

Yay and a happily swishing tail! Cathy MacDonald has won one of the Kougar’s ebooks by entering the contest at The Romance Studio’s Twelve Days of Holiday Cheer.

Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Eleven Pipers Piping...

Part Sixteen ~

“On the Tenth Day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, Ten Lords a-leaping,” she whispered, enthralled with him. She flowed her fingers over the strong column of his neck, then caressed beneath his wealth of hair. He remained like a sphinx above her.
Good lord, what was his prowess with a partridge? His cock had not lost any size whatsoever, that she could feel. Her fingers halted, grazed over what felt like a small patch of fur on his shoulder, near his neck. Fur?! She brushed her finger pads back and forth. Fur?
Not hair as in a hairy back. This felt like plush-pile silky fur. Her heart skipped a beat. Her breath clutched at her throat. Comparing him to a lion, his carriage and power, was one matter. Having fur was a WHOLE other matter. Her eyebrows shot up. How furry was he?
“Fur,” she murmured, slipping her fingers along the edge of the patch. Her stomach clenched with astonishment.
“Kaily.” Gradually, he lowered himself, his gaze unnaturally luminous, as if his eyes glowed in the dark.
Her hands remained on his shoulders, and she wondered why fear didn’t grab her and shake her like a ragdoll. “Fur?”
When his features tensed and his eyes flickered brightly, then darkened, she quaked inside. His thumbs gently stroked her temples.
“I am what you might call a shapeshifter.”
Everything inside her lurched...where to she had no idea. Shapeshifter, the word pushed against her lips, but wouldn’t pass through. She knew by the way she stared, her pupils must be dilated to the size of dinner plates.
“It will pose no real problem between us,” he rumbled, his tone utter reassurance.
“No real problem,” she choked out, then noticed her nails were biting into his shoulders. He seemed impervious.
“Let me show you.” He purred exactly like a human male, who was about to use the point of his cock to make a point.
“No...”
The rest of her words failed to launch. He caressed his palms from her head, rising upwards. Straddling her thighs, he possessively swept his hands down to her hips. After leisurely stroking , he gripped her butt. “One,” he promised, then placed both knees inside her thighs.
Every question she had... lined up like racehorses on Derby day...froze on her lips as if they cuddled up to an iceberg.
He withdrew his cock, then pumped inside her, primitive and fierce.
Kaily screamed silently with utter appreciation and pleasure.
“Two,” he growled, his eyes all aglow.
Oh God, he rocked her with the force of his thrusts, counting out each one. Delirium seized her mind, making it mushy bliss.
“Ten.” He did not fail to launch, jolting her into an orgasm that sent her reeling through time and space...even though she could still hear his primal groan, his roar of triumph.
Falling back through the portal, she felt his lazy strokes on her hips and butt.
“Eleven pipers piping,” he rasped like a beast.
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Twelve ~ see Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!
Part Thirteen ~ see Smiling for the Holidays
Part Fourteen ~ see Nine Ladies Dancing... & the Grand Gift Winner
Part Fifteen ~ see Winter Solstice & Ten Lords A-Leaping...
~~~~~~~

HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

Eleven Santa Baby kisses from the Kougar...

Winter Solstice & Ten Lords A-Leaping...

Happy Winter Solstice, my Big Beautiful Cats. Winter Solstice in the Year of One, it’s a SEVEN day. Seven is considered a highly spiritual number, but it cuts both ways. Spiritual as in those who truly live their path, and those who use religious principles to subjugate others, including themselves. One path frees, the other path enslaves. This is our current world, and the terrible clash is coming between those who wish freedom for themselves and others...and those who think their freedom depends on enslaving others. Unless, we as a people can create a mass spiritual consciousness beyond this battle, the ugliness will touch us all in ways we can’t even comprehend. Our opportunity as humans is to advance toward a way of freedom which nourishes us all, physically and down to our precious souls.

Today, the Seasonal Celebration at the Siren-BookStrand loop continued, with delightful results, especially the conversations which go beyond promo, exploring all of us as authors and readers of romance.
Also, today, was Flash Fiction day at the Liquid Silver SEx blog, with the incomparable RJ hosting. The Kougar did not get to participate, having slept a major part of the day away because she didn’t make it to her slumbers until about 8 am. Meow-wow talk about a massive flash-ing party, though...there were well over 300 comments!!!
However, the Kougar KitKat did follow the Flash theme, turning the first one hundred words of her current WIP into a flashie...

This is the beginning of a new story I'm working on ~

Stallion of Ash and Flame

Trail rapped his knuckles on the splintery wood of the old ranch house’s front door, and made a mental note to replace it. As soon as the woman inside moved to answer, he gathered her fragrance into his nostrils. Suppressing his urge to snuffle in her scent more fully, he let the blaze of rose and gingery spice course through him. He’d admired her from afar, mainly at the Saturday night dances in town.
Knowing she was not a woman to give a man a one-night tumble, he’d respected her aloofness toward him, despite the raging bulge of his cock.
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Alert !!!
Issue #10, my Big Beautiful Kittens, of The Romance Studio’s Twelve Days of Holiday Cheer ~ there it was, the Kougar’s greeting.
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My KitKats ~ this is a post on the Aspen Mountain Press loop from Maura Anderson. The Kougar appreciates how she explains, in a simple way, the ancient tradition of celebrating the Winter Solstice ~

Some of you probably know I'm a pagan - a wiccan high priestess - and I wanted to point out that tomorrow is Yule, the Winter Solstice. This is traditionally the shortest day of the year (in terms of time from sunrise to sunset) and the tipping point of the year. After tomorrow, the year will slowly start to have more daylight hours until the Summer Solstice.
There is a lot of mythology based around Yule and a lot of traditions - one of the most famous is the battle between the Oak King and the Holly King. Traditionally the Holly King is the consort of the goddess and rules from Summer Solstice to Winter Solstice (the waning) and then the Oak King and Holly King battle on the Winter Solstice where the Oak King takes over as consort and ruler.
The Holly is sacred as it bears green leaves and red berries in the death of winter. Lots of symbolism in these traditions.
Some of that is melded into my story, Gift of the Holly King, that has re-released as a single-title ebook!
Maura Anderson - Author of Sensual, Magical, Unconventional Tales
Gift of the Holly King -- Available NOW from Aspen Mountain Press
~ http://www.realmsoftheraven.com ~

HAPPY WINTER SOLSTICE, EVERYONE!

Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Ten Lords A-Leaping...

Part Fifteen ~

Once she could, Kaily dared one eye open, just a crack. Ignoring the embers that now seemed to have taken up permanent residence in her belly...and ignoring his yule tide log of joy still filling her completely, she asked, “What are you? Some kind of sex guru on your world?”
“Guru?” He appeared puzzled. Placing her hand on the side of his face, he nuzzled a kiss into the center of her palm.
Good heavens, how was it everything the man did to her felt so tingly erotic? “Mystical wise man,” she explained, her breaths already out of control.
He pressed another kiss, and Kaily let her eyes close, basking in the way he made her feel. Why not? This might be the only time in her life she was with a ‘sex guru’. Unless...his past words penetrated...joining...the way of his forefathers.
She snapped both eyes open, staring...well, staring as hard she could while being ravished. He seductively swept his palm down her arm, covering her other hand with his. At the same time, he cradled her head, leaving her hand to attach itself, as if the granite-like planes of his face were made of Velcro.
“Like the three Wise Men?” His golden gaze blistered into her. Slowly, he brought her other hand toward his cheek.
“Could be,” she mused, thinking it did make sense. “But not exactly.”
He rubbed the side of his face against her palm, a sensual act which had her insides scintillating like a summer heat wave on pavement.
“Hold my face, Kaily.”
His deep raw tone compelled her, even though her hands weren’t about to detach themselves. Sliding his arms beneath her shoulders, he tenderly cupped her head with both hands. “Kaily, my beautiful gift, dance your fingers on my face.” His head dipped, and he gently drew her thumb into his mouth.
“Nine ladies dancing,” she murmured. As if bewitched, her fingers caressed, lightly stroking over his handsome regal features. Her thumb bathed in the hot cavern of his mouth, massaged by his large tongue, while an intense core of pleasure established itself in the middle of her body, emanating from the bold shove of his cock.
“Oh, god,” she moaned. “Dillon...what are you doing to me?”
He didn’t answer, of course. He just kept doing it, his tongue and mouth conquering her thumb, and her senses with sweltering ecstasy. She writhed her hips slowly, barely rocking his enormous cock.
His groan of pleasure vibrated her thumb, and sent a cascade of ecstatic ripples though her loins, twitching her clit. She whimpered, the sharp flow of her orgasm shooting upwards.
Gradually he dragged his mouth up her thumb. “Kaily.” He tensed, a mighty presence above her and against her flesh. Consumed by his orgasm, he strained upwards, finally bellowing a growl that coursed through her fingers first, then through her. Her hands had never left his face, glued to him by extreme passion.
“Ten Lords a-leaping,” he rasped.
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Twelve ~ see Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!
Part Thirteen ~ see Smiling for the Holidays
Part Fourteen ~ see Nine Ladies Dancing... & the Grand Gift Winner
~~~~~~~

HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

Winter Solstice smooch from the Kougar...

Nine Ladies Dancing... & the Grand Gift Winner

Holiday evening, my Big KitKats, the Grand Gift Winner is *ta-da* ~
Debbie Tsikuris !!!
Debbie, moi has paw-sent out the e-mail. If there’s any glitch, please contact the Kougar here at her bloggie or at her email addy ~ rebelromance at earthlink.net ~
And!!! another huge roaring shout-out to the Kougar’s gift winner... *** JAYZEE ***...chosen by moi’s mother. Jayzee, please contact at the above email addy or leave your addy here, and I’ll send you a blurb and you can choose which ebook giftie you’d like.
Plus!!! If anyone who commented would like a short and sweet Angelic reading from Volcano, then follow the contact instructions above...meow-jingle bells, jingle bells, tra la la and romping over the snowy landscape, purring-have a holly jolly holiday...
Shhhhh...the Kougar is slightly inebriated on all the holiday loop chatting...

Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Nine Ladies Dancing...

Part Fourteen ~

He paused, his gaze flaming into her. “I would taste each of your fingers.”
“My fingers,” she breathy murmured, puzzled.
“Yes, my beautiful Kaily, that is part of the ritual.”
“Ritual?” But did she really want to know? There’d been a tiny terrified squeak beneath her tone, and inside her soul, even as her own gaze immersed deeply into his, and felt like fire meeting his fire.
“The ritual of our joining.”
Before she could squeak a louder response, he shifted, his hand stroking away from her head. With lazy grace, he eased the ribbon from her upper arm onto her shoulder, then caressed down the length of her arm in manner that had her begging for more of his touch. God help her, even though he touched her about everywhere, including his still rocket-shaped cock, lodged with seeming comfort, inside her pussy. Enfolding her hand, he brought it before his lips.
Her breath hitched, stopping in her throat. His features had altered, the hard planes of his face were more glorious and masculine...and somehow, different. She furrowed her brow, studying him despite the unending shivers of bliss, as if she bathed in a pool of champagne...only better. “Joining,” she recalled, the miniature bubbles inside her doing their best to distract her with effervescent pleasure.
“I join with you, Kaily, in the way of my forefathers.”
His tone was so resplendent and formal, his gaze so potent and serious, Kaily tried to quiver with alarm. But her body refused, merely succumbing to the press of his lips on top of her fingers. Then her hand surrendered to the stroke of his thumb up the center of her palm, so slow she panted in anticipation.
“Eight maids a-milking,” he roughly purred.
As he lowered his mouth toward her forefinger, her breath caught, and her sheath clenched, gloving his cock tighter, which she’d thought was impossible. A moment later he had devoured her finger with the blistering heat of his mouth, and now he gradually sucked upwards. She died inside, deliciously, and went to carnal heaven. Who cared if his tongue felt a little like sandpaper?
“Dillon,” she whispered, as he began to ravish her middle finger in the same seductive and deliberate way. Then her ring finger. She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut the moment his mouth gently closed over her little finger, then glided upwards.
“Dillon,” she whimpered, once he’d placed her hand beside her, then cupped her head again.
His other hand swept down her arm, capturing her hand. Effortlessly, he smoothed away the ribbon, then brought her palm before his mouth. Again, he ravenously sucked up her forefinger while her body subtly blazed with rapture. Omygawd, as his mouth dominantly slid up her middle finger, she glowed with the start of another orgasm. By the time he leisurely enjoyed her little finger, she floated into radiance, lost. Until she heard...
“On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, nine ladies dancing.”
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Twelve ~ see Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!
Part Thirteen ~ see Smiling for the Holidays
~~~~~~~

HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

Nine dancing kisses from the Kougar...

Smiling for the Holidays

Greetings, Big Beautiful Cats, the Kougar is smiling wide from all your comments...as if she just consumed the proverbial canary. A kitty yowl of great big thanks to everyone, and may you all your holiday wishes come true, whether they involve sexy Santas, or not.
Tomorrow moi will announce the winner who will receive their choice from her published ebooks, or from the two to be released.
Nina Pierce will announce the Grand Giveaway winner on her bloggie tomorrow morning, around nine...at which time this night owl KitKat will not be awake...
Good Purring Luck to everyone.
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If you’re not too tuckered out from shopping and other holiday activities...or if you just want a break...remember!
~~~ For a weekend of erotic sizzle and holly jolly lust, plus prizes, join the authors of Siren-BookStrand this weekend. ~~~
Saturday, the 20th and on Sunday, the 21st its...ta-da! It’s the
*** Siren-Bookstrand Christmas Party *** at ~ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SirenBookstrand/ ~
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Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Eight Maids A-Milking...

Part Thirteen ~

With a powerful gliding rhythm he claimed her sheath. He claimed her passions. And he claimed her. All while his hands possessed hers and his legs possessed hers. Omygawd, her breasts swelled with ecstasy as his chest moved boldly on top of them.
His seizing relentless kiss enhanced every sensation flooding her body. God, she swam in raging waves of bliss.
Dillon.
What was his name? If he was ‘from the stars’?
The thought slipped in and out of her awareness. Her curiosity and her sense of self-preservation wanted to assert itself. Instead her loins burned beautifully, a slow molten build toward her orgasm. The glorious strength of his cock took her over and over again, and so magnificently she could hardly believe it was real.
Hadn’t she dreamed of this? A man who could truly take her, not just ‘fuck’ her senseless. But then, the few men she’d been with, most of them couldn’t even fuck worth a foolishly wasted damn.
Surrendering, she flowed her body with his and savored his stamina. God help her, the tip of his cock possessed the core of her femininity with each long forceful stroke inside her sheath. Part of her wanted to cling to him forever. To know his magnificent strength between her thighs the way she would if she did belong to him.
Belong to him, the phrase sang through her mind as her orgasm began inside her sheath, then ebbed rapturously throughout her flesh. She drowned until her body dissolved, and finally disappeared, and she soared into whiteness.
"Kaily."
His rough velvet voice worshiped her first. Then he growled his orgasm, the sound rose to a roar, and she nearly jumped out of her skin...except she had no desire to move, not even her little finger. She languished in bliss.
Releasing her hands, he placed his palms on either side of her and shot upwards like a great lion. He roared again. His short thick mane, shades darker than his brandy eyes, waved as if he had been born free, and shone like burnished gold in the tree’s illumination. Through her hooded gaze, she watched him toss his hair again, then slowly descend to her.
His eyes blazed strangely, reminding her. "Your name...what is your name?"
Her languid soft voice sounded more like an invitation than a question.
Obviously pleased, he smiled, an upwards turn of his lips. "Dillon is the first sound of my name."
"I couldn’t pronounce it," she guessed, and searched his eyes.
"Not yet." Leaning on his elbows, he caressed his fingers through her hair, then captured her head. "On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, eight maids a-milking."
She shuddered inside violently...from the euphoria of anticipation, and from fear. What more was he going to do to her?
"If we were in my world." His tone tantalized her. "I would place golden rings on your thumbs now. Then I would lift your hand close to my lips."
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...
Part Eleven ~ see American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...
Part Twelve ~ see Liquid Silver's Stocking Stuffer Giveaway!
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HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

A Maid’s swan-elegant kiss from the Kougar...

American Title V & Six Geese A-Laying...

Still unthawing cold with a thin ragged blanket of snow on the Kougar’s tame prairie, my Big Beautiful Cats.
Friday will be the beginning of a monster posting party weekend for this Big Cat Authoress. On Friday the ALPHA HERO AND THEIR AUTHORS at ~ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha_males_and_their_authors/ ~ is having a holiday bash. On FALLEN ANGELS REVIEW Loop it’s Aspen Mountain Press day on Friday. Then on Saturday it’s Siren-BookStrand authors’ day.
PLUS!!! Saturday, the 20th and on Sunday, the 21st its...ta-da! The
*** Siren-Bookstrand Christmas Party *** at ~ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SirenBookstrand/ ~

Since moi has no actual Christmas day scenes to share, she is contemplating writing a seasonal vignette for each of her Siren-BookStrand books... although... well, meow, there is the naughty *rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer* scene between Sedona and Volcano in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS...hmmm-purr...

Big KitKats, this was posted by Evonne Wareham at Title Magic. If you haven’t checked out this round of entries yet, take a stroll on over, and vote for your fave ~

American Title V ~ Round Two

yes - it’s time to vote again. Already round two is here.

This time you get to choose your favourite description of the hero and heroine.

Check out the contest at the Romantic Times site or go direct to ~ romantictimes.com/news_amtitle.php

Voting is from 15 to 28 December

Please take some time from your busy Xmas schedule to take a look and to vote. It’s the easiest Xmas present you’ll give anyone this year.

Of course if the words ***NEVER COMING HOME *** should float through your mind when your fingers are hovering over that keyboard...

And this was one of the season greetings from The Romance Studio’s Twelve Days of Holiday Cheer ~ which the Kougar found completely cool ~

Minnette Meador
May your muse leave you breathless. May your pen flow with fire. May your words rise to spark the soul. May your heart never tire.

Happy holidays from my family to yours!
Minnette Meador ~
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Just for the Big Cool Holiday Kitties ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Six Geese A-Laying...

Part Eleven ~


Her lips numb as if she’d just been smacked by a snowball, she murmured, “You have got to be kidding.”
“Where I come from it is tradition.”
He’d stressed ‘come from’ as the heel of his hand stroked down her mound, pressing deeply...at least, one part of her was tingly-happy.
“Tradition,” she choked out. “What kind of tradition is that?” And where do you come from, mystery man?
He gently squeezed her mound, making it swoon helplessly for him. “It is a tradition of pleasure between a man and his woman.”
His woman! And what the heckfire kind of pleasure??? Did she dare ask him? Kaily unthawed inside, but it wasn’t a good heat twisting up her middle. “What world would have that tradition?”
“A world dissimilar and similar to yours.” He drew his hand away. Lithely rising to a sitting position, he removed his santa jacket.
Kaily quivered with the anticipation of seeing him naked. Actually, it was probably sheer lust. Yet, she was also afraid. Sucking in a big fat breath, she asked, “What world?”
“My home world, beautiful Kaily.”
A brisk winter wind blew through her, she could have sworn to it. “As in a world far, far away?”
“Far away, yes.” He paused, undoing the waistband of his santa pants. “My travel vessel was damaged. Earth was the nearest planet viable to my physiology.”
“Omygawd.” She didn’t doubt what he’d told her. Why, she wasn’t exactly certain. Except... “Is that how you actually look?”
He gave her a mischievous grin. “Most of the time.”
“What the hell does that mean?” He didn’t answer, taking off his boots instead.
Stunned down to every particle of her being, Kaily watched him slide the pants down in one easy movement that left her panting. His outside physiology was golden and muscle-gorgeous. Okay, he still had a pair of silly candy cane boxers on. “Omygawd,” she whispered as he faced her.
The fact that his cock looked like a rocket ship ready to launch beneath his boxers, while extremely impressive, paled in comparison to what she’d finally found out...so far.
“On the sixth day of Christmas,” he crooned. His eyes darkened to smoky brandy.
“Six geese a-laying,” she breathed out.
“My true love sent to me,” he deeply purred.
“What are you going to do to me?” Common sense told her she should unwrap the ribbon and make a hasty exit. But, no, she wasn’t going to do that. Watching him shove down his boxers, she thrummed with fiery excitement.
“Kaily.” He moved above her, straddling her with the latent power of a lion. “Give me your palms.”
Ridiculously obedient, she placed her hands beneath his, and he clasped them warmly while lowering his body on top of her. “Hands, two geese,” he rasped. “My chest, three.” He settled his cock in the cradle of her thighs, his legs wrapping hers. God, his body felt like masculine heaven. “My legs, five.”
Smooth and hard, he thrust inside her. “Six.
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...
Part Ten ~ see Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...

HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

Six holidays smooches from the Kougar....

Black Cat Beauty & Five Golden Rings...

It’s here...it’s here...meow! My Lovely Big KitKats, the cover art for Black Cat Beauty...and tomorrow, the Kougar is blogging at the Liquid Silver SEx blog...to yowling-quote herself...

In this sacred season of gift-giving, I received an incomparable gift, the cover art for my novella, Black Cat Beauty, coming soon from Liquid Silver Books. Anne Caine, my cover artist, captures the naughty black cat heroine perfectly~ along with her rising Hollywood star hero. Not only that, Anne’s polished artistic touch is like the wave of a magical wand. The final creation is a shimmering of fantasy and reality fused, which tempts the eye to simply indulge and linger in the enjoyment.

Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Five Golden Rings...

Part Ten ~

Indescribable ecstasy seared Kaily’s entire body...the sensations of his mouth fused with hers...his hands fondling her breasts while his thumbs brushed over her nipples...the enormous tip of his cock spearing repeatedly on her clit...she would never think of the *four calling birds* in the same way again...she would always remember how he made her feel and what he was doing to her...not to mention the sensual rub of velvet and fur from his santa suit. Had she unexpectedly died and gone to Holiday Heaven? Even the ribbon gift-wrapping her body tightly, added to the extreme pleasures washing over her like tidal waves.
Dillon. His name, if that was his real name, played as a song in her mind while he thrust over and over. God...the ache of her arriving orgasm was nearly unbearable in it’s intensity and bliss. Ebbing like an arriving storm, it floated her higher, ever higher. God, Dillon...
What was he doing to her? She knew what he was *doing” to her, but, oh God, what was he doing to her?
When a thick wetness from his cock flooded over her clit and joined with her hot juices, she boiled with an erotic need she’d never felt before. He seemed to taste it on her lips, deepening their kiss to naked lust.
Dillon. She crashed into her orgasm, becoming a zillion pieces of rapture. As if she’d suddenly become a flurry of crystalline snowflakes, pleasure alive in every radiant flake of her. God, Dillon.
With a short growl of ecstasy, he released her lips. Cradling her breasts, he forcefully thrust his cockhead against her clit, and made her glisten with another orgasm. When she drifted downward, his body shook ferociously for an instant before he carefully moved, then rolled close beside her. And before she could move a toe, he combed his fingers through her loose hair, causing glints of bliss to tingle through her.
What was he? Some kind of sexual guru? From the stars?
Fate...wishes...providence...what he’d spoken reeled through her pleasure-soaked mind. “Dillon,” she whispered. “You’re the best Santa a girl could ever wish for.” She reined in her fast breaths. “But I have feeling you’re not any ole’ regular Santa comin’ down the chimney...even if you haven’t come down my chimney yet.”
As if he felt a ‘wonder’ for her, he languidly slipped his fingers through her hair. Until he leaned closer. “On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, five golden rings,” he crooned in a velvet purr. “I will place on you ” He touched her earlobe, then slid his finger beneath her earring. “One ring here.” His lips grazed her other earlobe. “One golden ring here.” He captured her hand as if it was a bird. “One ring on each thumb, my Kaily.” Possessively, he caressed over her belly, then cupped her mound. “And the last golden ring, I place here.”
Kaily froze like an icicle inside.
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...
Part Nine ~ see The Passions of Four Calling Birds...

HAPPY PURRING HOLIDAYS

Black Cat holiday smooch from the Kougar...

The Passion of Four Calling Birds...

Good very early morning, my Holiday Kittens. The Kougar got a late start today, but did get some much needed rest during this day of frigid nasty temps.
First, my Big Cats, moi’s serial flashes ~ Cruelty... Flash of the Caribbean Vampire & Blocking My Sun ~ will return after the holiday season.
Second, congrats to all the winners of the Midnight Seduction’s Endless Romance contest...not moi and meow-to be expected. Huge long roar to everyone who voted for WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS...thank you so, so much!!!
If you’re in a feline mood to know this week’s forecast ~

Volcano’s Angelic Forecast

Angelic Forecast ~ XV

“O the weather is frightful, inside your bubble sphere is so delightful,” I say to the heavenly one, as we gaze at the slash of icy pellets with tiny snowflakes interspersed.
“Yes, weather wars are partly responsible,” he states seriously.
I sigh long and deep. “Yes, these days who knows what’s real weather and what has been manipulated.”
“In the long run of time, it will work against them. Those who are responsible. So it has been written by the Divine of Divines.”
“I hope so,” I murmur, wishing things were different, better for all us on planet Earth.
“You will notice as the magical date of Christmas approaches, the light will gradually increase in the skies.”

MORE...Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

Now, just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Four calling birds...

Part Nine ~

Omygawd...yes, yes, yes! Her mind answered before she could think anything else. Her breasts still throbbed with pleasure, and her pussy hummed a lovely ecstasy.
“Yes, Santa,” she replied like a good little girl on his list. How he’d known when to let go of her ‘three hens’, her nipples and her clit, so she could fully come, Kaily didn’t know. But she was deliriously *who needs a hot toddy* happy. And it had her wondering how good he really was in bed.
Noticing the tickle of mistletoe leaves beneath her shoulder, she wiggled. Instantly he reached over her retrieving it, surprising her with the passion igniting his gaze, because it wasn’t merely lust. It wasn’t only about his cock screwing her pussy. A puff of breath escaped her lips at the realization, and panic nipped at her insides like the cold nipped at her nose. “I don’t really know you...” she began, letting her voice and her nerve trail away.
“You don’t know me as you know your friends and neighbors.” He slipped one finger beneath the ribbon wrapped around her waist. “A part of you knows me, Kaily.” The tip of his finger teased her skin, sliding beneath the ribbon slowly.
“Where are you from?” she whispered, wanting only to close her eyes and savor the sensual skim of his finger. Wanting what she knew he wanted to do to her.
“I’m from several stars away, my Kaily.”
“Stars.” Her eyes popped open like the popped corn she strung for the tree. “Did you say ‘stars’?” Her breath deserted her.
He moved over her, his lips a tantalizing inch away. “Stars,” he repeated, then covered her mouth with his.
His kiss immobilized her, sending her whirling into a sensory realm that made her feel luxurious with passion. Restricted by the ribbon, she managed to grip his upper arms. The feel of velvet over his lean amazing strength had her flattening herself against him, only to be stopped by the bands of fur on his santa suit. But nothing could disguise the yule log his cock had become.
Ending their kiss, he delectably nibbled on the corner of her mouth. “Kaily, open for me.” Lifting his body a few inches from hers, he caressed down her belly, stroking his hand over her mound. As she widened her thighs as far as the ribbon would allow, he purred, “On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, four calling birds.”
Before she could blink, she felt him straddle her thighs, then free his cock. The bold head of his partridge struck against her clit. “Oooooh, Santa, what a big boy you are.”
“One bird,” he growled. His hands captured her breasts, holding and manipulating in a manner that made her utterly pliant with the pleasure. “Two birds.” Lowering his face above hers, he rasped, “Your lips are calling, my beautiful gift.” Seizing her mouth, he locked their lips with a sumptuous unending kiss, and strongly rocked his cockhead.
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...
Part Eight ~ see The Pleasures of Three French Hens...

Very early morning smooch from the Kougar...

The Pleasures of Three French Hens...

Ice showers, my Big Beautiful Cats, on the tame prairie. The Kougar is praying her electrical power doesn’t go down, or it’s up the icy creek without an energy paddle...meow-uh oh...now is when moi wishes she possessed the funds to purchase a back-up generator, even better a way to stay off the grid forever. Yowl...
Slink on over, my loverly Big Kittens, to Flash Fiction Sunday with Nina Pierce. It’s secret wish day at the Liquid Silver Sexpressions blog. And Nina’s Santa pic may be the secret wish of a lot of us. Imagine him under your tree or as the partridge in your pear tree...

Just for the Big Cool Cats ~ Three French Hens...

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Three French Hens

Part Eight ~

His tone was utter appreciation and a complete claim of her. As her body shivered with delight and steam poured out of her ears, Kaily told herself his possessiveness was just for this night. That was all she could bear. She couldn’t think about anything continuing between them, or not continuing. It was just this night. “My secret Santa,” she whispered, “I never thought my wish would come true.”
“Your wish?” His bold purr slid over her skin shivering her more exquisitely.
“Don’t you ever make wishes?” she countered. Her curiosity about him had not lessened one teeny little ole’ iota.
“Many, my beautiful gift.”
The way he’d spoken the words made her ask, “Such as?”
“Once I wished for a way to avoid my fate.” With gentleness he palmed her upper thigh just beneath her hip, then stroked ever-so-slowly down the length, resting his hand on her knee. “Beautiful,” he praised, his brandy eyes alight with golden sparks.
“Fate?” she managed, her curiosity beating off the molten desire of her loins, almost... “You make me feel beautiful, Santa.”
“That is a wish of mine,” he growled, only it was a silken sound. “I did not wish for my fate. And providence intervened.”
“Providence.” This was becoming definitely odd.
“On the third day of Christmas,” he recited, “My true love sent to me, three French hens.”
Curiosity gripped her like Jake on their first and only date. She’d had to pry his fingers off one at a time, then bolt for the front door. Okay, his partridge and her two turtle doves, but, heckfire, what could he mean by three French hens. “Your providence is three French hens?”
The corner of his incredible mouth lifted in a brief smile. “Yes, I believe it is.”
Mesmerized, she watched him lift off his santa hat, then lower his head to her breast. She shuddered wildly as he brought her nipple deep inside his mouth, and strongly suckled her. Moaning, she collapsed on her back and felt his hand claim her other breast. He tenderly fondled her curves, then captured her nipple with his fingers, and plucked.
“Oh, Santa.” Kaily whimpered her excruciating pleasure. When his other hand left her knee and palmed her pussy mound, Kaily could only liquefy like heated honey and relish the delicious torment. “Santa, make me a bad girl for Christmas.”
Immediately his finger penetrated her sex lips and slid along the seam of her pussy, languidly slipping through her juiciness. Then with lazy thoroughness he rubbed the long cord of her clit, stroking up and down. Bliss slammed Kaily like a sledgehammer and all she could do was feel. Feel his mouth suckle her, his fingers pluck her and his finger stroke her. Until her orgasm blossomed and crashed through her in waves. What felt like endless waves for a long time.
“Dillon,” she whispered. Kaily thanked her lucky stars, and secretly wished for more.
“Three French hens,” he rasped. “Isn’t that one of your secret wishes?”
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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...
Part Seven ~ see Santa’s Two Turtle Doves...

A french smooch from the Kougar...

Santa's Two Turtle Doves...

Raorrr...hello, my Big Beautiful Cats, trimmed any trees with your claws and fangs yet?
The Kougar went out on another preparatory shopping trip, so if she’s trapped by mounds of snow, her vittles won’t be a problem.
Not to purring-mention the weather could turn dastardly cold next week. Meanwhile the winds monstrously blew and were mighty chilly, despite the warmer temps.
Of course, paw-penning the next Santa Baby five hundred flash has warmed up the Kougar...

Just for the Big Cool Cats ~ Two Turtle Doves...

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Part Seven ~ Two Turtle Doves...

“Santa,” she breathy crooned while wondering if her breath would ever return again. “Have I been that good? Or is it how bad I’m being, that you like?”
He didn’t answer, unless you counted the flaring sparkle of his eyes. Instead he lowered the mistletoe and brushed the very tip along the seam of her lips several times. Slivers of pleasure danced over mouth, then spiraled lower, heating her loins with bliss and hunger, both at the same time.
“Kaily.” His voice seemed to resonate through her, even better than velvet. “You’ve been very, very bad.”
“A lump of coal in my stocking?” Her throat tightened unbelievably, and she swallowed. “Instead of a partridge in a pear tree?”
“You have the naughtiest two turtle doves I’ve ever seen.” With the lightest of touches, he trailed the mistletoe downward, beneath her jaw, slipping it over her neck...her sensitive skin sizzled with the absolute beauty and rapture of the feeling. And she wondered if she glowed on the outside like she did on the inside.
“Naughty.” She gulped. The mistletoe traced the upper swell of her breast. And she had the mad urge to throw herself against him. Yet what he was doing to her was far too sexy-delicious, his manner unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world, only for her.
“I can’t wait until the second day of Christmas to taste your two turtle doves.” He trailed the mistletoe over the roundness of her breast, closer to her nipple.
Kaily moaned loudly, embarrassing herself, and utterly surprising herself. Her nipple threw itself at him, the little tart. Flowing the mistletoe upward he let it rest in the crook between her neck and shoulder, as if he decorated her. Then his mouth latched onto her nipple, tasting her for long moments. Before he suckled her with a strong languid rhythm that made her drop her head back and whimper pleas, and moan with a terrible passion.
As he tugged strongly on her big tart of a nipple, the fur and velvet of his santa hat also rubbing against her throat and chin, sensual sensations that caused her pussy to swell, then desire the holiday gifts he was giving out.
Nuzzling his nose deep into the inner curve of her breast, he seemed to inhale her essence inside himself. While her wet aching nipple stood at attention, distraught without his talented mouth. In a way that had her swooning inside, he nuzzled over her other breast. Then his tongue laved her other nipple slowly, and she cried out from the sheer ecstasy racing through her. Good lord, did the mystery man have the key to her chest of sexual pleasures?
Of course, there were men who could twist a woman inside out with kisses, but couldn’t fly their partridges into a woman’s pear tree worth a tinker’s damn.
Raising his head, he lingered a kiss on each of her nipples, on the absolute tips. “My two turtle doves.”

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Part One ~ see Holiday Flash in Five Hundred
Part Two ~ see Celebrating with Santa Baby
Part Three ~ see Santa Baby... Part Three ~
Part Four ~ see Baby, it’s cold outside... Holiday Flash
Part Five ~ see The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...
Part Six ~ see Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Turtle dove kisses from the Kougar...

Holiday Flash in Five Hundred...

Wintry temps on the tame prairie, my Big Holiday Kitties...a frosting of snow and a cold blowing wind all day. Meow and moi wishes for a warm crackling fire to curl up next to, for a little comfy snoozle.
But no, the Kougar is hard at work finishing up the final run through of edits for MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ~ coming from Siren-BookStrand. And a lot of fun it is reading through her story.
Once again *sad pouting expression* the Kougar Kat had to forego Flash Fiction Sunday at the Liquid Silver SEx blog with the talented author, Lisa Andel, hosting ~

However, just for the Big Cool Cats ~ a holiday flash in five hundred words ~ part one begins ~

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Part One ~

Rarely reckless, Kaily flung off the negligee she’d first thought to wear. It landed in a red ephemeral heap beside the tastefully trimmed Christmas tree. So what if she’d just broken into his house...well, she hadn’t exactly broken in...more like she spied on him until she found out where he hid the extra key...lodged in a crack of the frame above the door of the Victorian mansion he’d resurrected, and obviously treasured.
The only thing amiss in the traditional holiday atmosphere he’d created with the help of the town’s local historical club, had been a long waving sash of garish red ribbon with a simple bow attached to one end. It certainly didn’t belong on the floor as a decoration, and she couldn’t see anywhere else it did belong...except wrapped around her. Since she was giving herself to him as a gift for Christmas...well, why not?
Wildly inspired, she arranged the ribbon around her naked body...naked except for a gold ankle bracelet, her *I want to seduce you earrings* and a whimsical pair of faux-fur trimmed santa boots. If he was gay he might just chuckle *ho ho ho*, and turn it all into a joke. If he wasn’t gay, but didn’t want to take what she was offering, he could have a holly jolly laugh at her expense, and politely show her the door.
It was too true, her curiosity raged out of control, even causing her sleepless nights. He’d sauntered into her small town last December, paid cash for the dilapidated but proud old Victorian, then set about restoring with a vengeance, while gaining the good will of everyone in town...well, almost everyone. Nessie Jones, the town’s librarian, didn’t like him. Of course, Nessie didn’t like anyone for any reason she could find. The love of her life was books and a mystery man she claimed to be married to, that no one ever saw.
Nessie always curled her lip and wrinkled her nose behind Dillon’s back, as if his deodorant had failed in its job...which might be case, since he always smelled smoky and impossibly virile to her. Which was often, since they were always running into each other, even though she did try to avoid him, because of her obsession with knowing more about him. Why make herself look like a prize-trussed fool in front of everyone by groping him with questions.
Although, she did look rather trussed up, the way the long length of red ribbon was wound around her body...at least, by what she could see from a slice of her reflection in the tall narrow mirror near the fireplace mantle. The bow dangling from one hand, Kaily wondered if she should place it over her well-furred pussy...or maybe between the swells of ber breasts...or maybe at the top of her ample-enough cleavage.
“Ooooh...Santa baby, waitin’ just for you,” she crooned like the song, then pursed her lips in attempt to look sexy.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Warm smooches from the Kougar...