Romancing the New Year with Shestry and Drauz

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Romancing the New Year with Shestry and Drauz

The nearly backless gown of heavy satin flowed over Shestry’s body in long elegant lines. Feeling extraordinarily beautiful, she languidly arranged herself in front of the full length mirror. Her curves appeared to be streamlined by her evening gown that was a deep rich color of burnt gold.

She smiled with sheer sensual enjoyment at her reflection.

“Sis, hoop-di-doo, you’re going to drive the gents c-r-a-z-y over the moon.”

Entering her lavish dressing room with his usual flair, Jaxter sauntered to his favorite lounge chair and settled himself.

“I’ll be thrilled with good dancing partners, if you must know. I’m not going as part of the cattle call to be some man’s wife. Or is that the ‘heifer call’ market? Regardless, you men can keep to your own lives and leave me out of them for a good while.” Moving toward her brother, Shestry swept up her glitter evening bag. “Is Alexa waiting for you at the supper club?”

“She’ll be swinging into my arms once we arrive. I just gave her the tinkle and heard her sweet voice.” Jaxter held up his wrist phone, his grin one of ‘let’s go make merry’.

“What’s the latest on the parents?” Shestry gave her fancy upswept hairdo a final pat, then let the natural sway of her body take over as she walked toward her personal portal.

“They’re going to let us kiddies play and dance the night away. They’re planning to join us an hour before midnight, sweets.” Rising with athletic grace, Jaxter adjusted his tux’s black silk bowtie, then followed after her.

In moments, they stood inside the welcoming foyer of the Galactia Ecstasy, a supper club arching high above one of their world’s largest cities. The posh glimmer of furnishings, in shades of amber, surrounded them as they glided toward the immense, bowl-shaped room that was composed of a central dance floor and two upper levels for dining, partying and viewing.

“Jaxter!”

Alexa’s excited squeal penetrated the celebratory atmosphere with an arrow-like ease. The petite brunette, who owned a doll’s perfect figure, flew inside her brother’s open arm. Shrugging adorably and flirtatiously, she tilted her head all the way back, smiling without an ounce of pretense at him. Her eyes glowed with intimacy. Closing them, Alexa pursed her brilliant red lips for his kiss.

Jaxter obliged for several instants, then wrapped her close against his side. “See ya later, sis. That gleaming dance floor is pulling on the soles of our shoes like magnetic plasma.”

Shestry fondly gazed at them both and gave a nod. “Greetings, Alexa. See you two much later.”

Free to pursue her own evening delights, Shestry pivoted toward the second level entrance. Straightening her shoulders, she held her head high and let the gown’s design have its way with her walking stride, what she called her ‘elegant slink’.

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Drauz halted in his tracks. He’d been seized in the same way the gravitational pull of a sun captured his galactic ship, an occasional problem. Only his gaze moved, following the gorgeous woman as she swayed like a breeze-blown reed toward the exquisitely appointed ramp that led up to the second level dining area.

The sumptuously curved, yet slender beauty with hair the color of gold, bronze and rubies combined, obviously belonged to this world. Still, she hitched his cock to a full-standing salute, despite having satiated himself with several women during the past few days.

Surprised by the power she wielded over him, Drauz swiftly stepped behind a splendid drape that sectioned off a gentlemen’s lounge. Glancing over his shoulder, he was relieved to see no one was about. Already his hand transformed to beast claws.

His desire for the woman had catapulted his sex hormones so fiercely and so fast, his body threatened to shift into his most primal nature. He was known as a Dragonlion on his world.

Slipping the tiny vial out of his pocket with his un-transformed hand, Drauz tipped it up and drained its contents. The natural potion would tamp down his libido, for now. As quickly as it had occurred, his beast claws disappeared and his hand returned.

Without thought he trailed after the woman, his predator instincts fully engaged. Her fragrance enchanted him, reminding him of the most potent and delectable spices. The moment he caught sight of her, close to an empty dining table, he strode in her direction.

She stood alone, casually leaning on the translucent rail, enjoying the dancers below. The extreme roundness of her ass was displayed to carnal perfection by the high sheen of the gown she wore. Drauz licked his chops and told his beastly cock to behave in a gentlemanly fashion.

He could tell by the feminine language of her body and by her scent, she expected a man to woo and win her with more than his exceptional prowess between her thighs. A low roar of need rumbled up from the core of his being. He didn’t let it out.

“Who are you?” she asked without turning around. Intentionally, she kept her posture dismissive and her gaze riveted on the dazzling whirl of dancers.

“The man who is about to plead for a dance, once your favored piece of music begins.”

She spun around then, and their gazes collided. His breath rushed inward, as did hers. Reaching back, she steadied herself by clutching the rail. Drauz knew it would be a mistake to touch her yet. He forced himself not to sweep her against him as both an act of passion and protection.

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Ignoring her ridiculous pants of breath, Shestry stared into the black-golden eyes of a Magollov, a race she knew little about, that is, except the obvious. His stature was larger, his frame more muscular than the men of her world. The deep brown-gold coloring of his suede-like skin subtly glowed. His furred lion ears pricked forward with sexual interest. Though, he’d kept his long tasseled tail discreetly behind him.

‘Lovely, aristocratic mane you have’... those were the words that wanted past her lips. Instead, Shestry spoke her second thoughts. “Are you able to dance with any manner of competence, and perhaps, a dash of style?”

A glint of amusement transformed his gaze from bold intensity to a wicked playfulness that appealed to her. “Should I demonstrate with another partner? Or will you trust my word?”

Shestry tilted her head, all too aware of his hypnotizing gaze, and all too aware that she sizzled as a woman inside. “Will I require another partner? Or do you posses the stamina to dance all night?”

“My stamina is yours for this New Year’s celebration.” His gaze roamed over her face, devouring every detail. Her nipples tightened when he briefly dipped his gaze to the swells of her breasts, revealed by the gown’s v-plunging neckline. “Shall I order us a sustaining platter of delicacies and a bottle of bubbly? Your preference, of course.”

“You are an adventure I would like to taste. Prove your worth on the dance floor and I am yours for this New Year’s celebration.”
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And, of course, here's a personal celebration, a youthful pic of Adrian Paul, one of my favorite dancers of all time!

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOUR AND YOURS!!!

Time to Romance the New Year!

Late night yowls, my tail-swinging spunky KitKats...wowsa, meow about knock-you-off-your-feet winds today... unseasonable mild temps, which most likely means another frigid period around the corner... but, lordy, those winds!
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Time to Romance the New Year!

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HAPPY READING AND ROMANCING NEW YEAR!
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Hopefully not to disappoint those who were enticed by the title of the Kougar’s blog, here’s a scene flash... a New Year’s Eve fantasy that if wishes came true, well...

Romancing Shequessa

“Time to romance the New Year.”

Ztoth offered his arm and bent slightly toward the woman he had recently become enchanted with. More than enchanted, he admitted to himself. Damn near close to besotted. An uncomfortable position to be in for a man of his rank and station.

“You will pardon me, Regent, I find any mood of celebration has deserted me.”

Shequessa’s soft beautiful voice reminded him of the warmed honey he used nearly everyday in his beverages for stamina and flavor. Although, he had heard her righteous screechings, fierce as a wildcat, at the fool of a man who had deserted her, betrothing another.

“Perhaps, you would consider pleasing me with a dance. Romance is a clever minx, often sneaking upon one while enjoying the lyrical passion of the music.”

She glanced at him for moments he could count, yet time had become infinite while he gazed at her. The gorgeous facets of her eyes astounded him, and reflected the coloring of the handsome peacock she stroked as she sat upon the garden’s granite dais.

Ztoth couldn’t blame his birds for becoming unusually attached to her. Even now, they strutted around her, enjoying the remainder of the day as the sun blazed below the horizon.

“You would do well to find a livelier partner, Regent.”

The sadness underlying her tone, straight from her broken heart, cut to the core of his heart, and twisted it with no show of mercy. Such a woman should never be deprived of sweet healing counsel. Yet, here, on this intergalactic planet-station devoted to educational pursuits, she had no family.

“Perhaps, Shequessa.” At the use of her familiar name, her gaze flew to him, and Ztoth witnessed her fire, bright and scorching as if he soared too close to the sun in his star cruiser. “However, I wish the beauty of your form in my arms.”

Shock pillaged her at his boldness. It was there in her irresistible, stained-glass eyes, the eyes he dreamed about every night now. And, it lay upon the brazen sculpture that were her features. At the oddest moments, her face haunted him, and the overwhelming urge to kiss her ripe-as-cherries mouth stirred his cock to undeniable life, to unrepentant desire.

“I must deny your improper pursuit, Regent.”

She resumed her delicate stroking of his peacock. Even so, the spirited tilt of her chin begged for the cup of his hand, then the brand of his lips upon hers. How his hand itched to obey his need.

His need! Her woman’s shape had been exquisitely designed for a man who knew his own power, and exercised it. As well, Ztoth knew her intelligence matched his own. And, how often had he admired the witty slice of her tongue? Rare, yet never sparing those who deserved the comeuppance.

“Then, you find my form less than adequate for your womanly passions.”

He had gambled. Would he win? Spying a peacock feather, one of splendid length and loveliness, he swept it up.

Her utter stillness beat hope inside his chest. Playing the feather over his fingertips, Ztoth indulged in the rounded swell of her breasts above the tightly cinched bodice of her gown. The white-shimmer fullness of her gown’s skirt draped around her, and she made an incomparable vision to his eye. It was one reason he had noticed her, above all others, upon her arrival at the planet-station he governed.

“Your form, Regent, is more than adequate. Quite in comparison to a war stallion in boldest rut. However, you should decide on another as a dancing partner.”

With his desire searing a fierce path through him, Ztoth touched her bosom with the jewel-like eye of the feather. Languidly, he brushed the feather’s fringes over the curve of her breast. His result became more than splendid as she heaved breaths of passion.

Now, he offered his hand. She did not gaze at him directly, Yet, her hand alighted within his, as gently as one of his doves.

“One turn upon the dance floor, Regent.”

Her breathy pronouncement only enticed him. And, to such a wicked degree, he mentally complimented his tailor on the strength of his evening attire in containing his mounting passion.
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The tail-switching New Year moment: A beautiful statuesque hawk perched on a fence post today.
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Big Cat by-the-numbers ~

1:11 am... 3:33 pm... 11:11 pm... the sun’s colored brilliance astounded this Big Cat... she’s never seen anything like it.
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Thursday 13 - Sexy New Year Resolutions
by Mary Quast

So many New Year Resolutions are made and quickly forgotten. Not only are these promises easily forgotten when we are caught up in the hustle of everyday life, but also we can forget about the love in our lives. Try making a few resolutions that won't be forgotten and easily obtainable. Make your relationship with that special someone a priority, put pleasure first on your resolution list.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

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

Part 732 ~

Sylva figured she’d probably been too effacing about being a pest, given how the culture here worked. At least, as she’d observed it. Still, the words had emerged naturally. “Pest?” Marina’s brows raised, her gaze puzzled. “A difference in my former Earth, the cultural ways,” Sylva offered. Then, she sighed, and the duration of her sigh surprised her. It felt as though her entire life on the other Earth flowed out of her, disappointments included. Maybe, it meant she was mentally letting go, and now accepting what life on this Earth had to offer her. God, she so hoped so.

Zeke mentally gritted his teeth, and rested his palm on the butt of his sidearm. “Comin’ from you, Zeke, I’ll count on it.” Big Gun gave him the big eye as follow up that he meant business. With his hand resting on his gun butt, he continued. “Heard of the V? The Center-like operation back East?” Zeke gave a nod, and held down his reaction. “That’s who contacted me, along with several of the prominent ranchers in the Carolina Territory. Seems like they got one helluva a problem with the Secret Circle infiltratin’ some of their tech-inventin’ labs.” Zeke wasn’t surprised.
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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 ~ 731 ~ 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 ~
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The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.

~ HAPPY NEW YEAR ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~

May your most romantic dreams come true...

Time to Romance the New Year kisses from the Kougar...