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...

Snow Kiss and Snow Cloud, the truth is out there...

Greetings, my Big Beautiful Cats, above is the Christmas logo from The Romance Studio’s Twelve Days of Holiday Cheer. Okay, this is what triggers the Kougar girl’s beauty instincts and stunningly resonates with a promo moi penned yesterday before she saw the logo. Of course, the product of moi’s efforts are below. Because why throw a gift back at the Universe?
The Kougar received the first Studio Notes e-newsletter of holiday greetings from us authors. What an absolutely gorgeous presentation the folks at The Romance Studio have created. This Kitty girl is tail-swinging, happily impressed. And yes, moi put in her greeting request, however she doesn’t know if it went through or not.
My Big Lovely Kittens, the Kougar should have mentioned it in yesterday’s post, but her feline brain does have its limitations, especially when she’s worn herself out...*silly kitty girl moi*...meow, as much as this kitten hates to admit that...however, Lindsay Townsend, has written a very insightful blog about the use of different heat levels in the romance novel...thus, the promo info below ~
Also – Part Six ~ Santa Baby, waitin’ just for you...

Lindsay Townsend at Title Magic

Ever wonder about the hows and whys of different heat levels in our beloved romance novels, from sweet to scorching?
Lindsay Townsend~ author of FLAVIA’S SECRET, A SECRET TREASURE & ESCAPE TO LOVE ~ has done a fantastic blog explaining those ‘hows’ and ‘whys’ at Title Magic ~ http://titlemagic.blogspot.com ~

Yesterday, the Kougar felt inspired to pen another tongue-in-equine-cheek promo for her stallion shifter novella ~ and, yes, the secret is out, Santa is astride Snow Cloud, older brother to Snow Kiss...the truth is out there, and out now...

*** A Recommended Read from Snow Kiss, Santa’s Sleigh Horse ***

Ever just want to get away for the holidays and prance your hooves over a warm golden-orange beach instead of crunching through an endless icy blanket of snow pulling an over-loaded sleigh...ever want to get away so far no one else from the North Pole can find you, no irksome equine relatives wanting extra bags full of apple goodies, no ungrateful reindeer mothers who think you’re always available to take care of their little rambunctious red-nose darlings, no elves pulling on your tail at the worst times, then giggling like nerds on laughing gas...
Not only that, Yemisque is an out-of-this-world world where no one knows you or has ever heard your name, especially if you request the pleasures of anonymity. Neigh for freedom, sister equines, you don’t have to be the good sweet horsie girl here. It’s just you and a luscious lusty vacation with the stallion or stallions of your choice...think the Love Boat and Fantasy Island combined, yet on stellar nova oats...but be warned, what happens in Yemisque won’t necessarily stay on this world of tangerine carnal dreams...unless you want it to...
Snow Kiss says with a thrilled *five* nickers ~
Give the gift that keeps on giving ~ a sci fi vacation on the world of tangerine carnal dreams...
Read the erotic love story of Katta & Zio ~
TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS...a fire-shooting fierce woman...a shapeshifting prince of a stallion...and the tangerine aphrodisiac winds on a world far away...Available from Aspen Mountain Press ~ http://aspenmountainpress.com ~

Other Sizzle Titles ~

Just in time for Christmas, Christmas in 2012, that is...
Sedona & Volcano invite you to read their love story ~
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth...Is a stranger on a superspeed motorcycle her savior from the brutal endtimes? ~ available from BookStrand ~ http://www.bookstrand.com/ ~ An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
VOLCANO’S ANGELIC FORECAST for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

Stroke a Red Lioness for Christmas...
Sun Rocket & Captain Draxen Z invite you to read their love story ~
RED LIONESS TAMED ~ Lioness shifter lost in space with a loner captain who will do anything to keep her, even seduction by leather ~ *5 Flowers* from Book Cravers ~ Available from Liquid Silver Books, Molten Silver ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/books/redlionesstamed.htm ~ a spicy sci fi ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com ~

It's a blue, blue paradise for Christmas...
Lady Sheridan & Baron Zaggry invite you to read their love story ~
ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE [World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book I] ~ An aristocratic world of fiercest passion ~ Despite his past betrayal, Sheridan becomes the Baron’s slave lover to save her brother ~ *5 Stars* from ReviewYourBook ~ available from Siren Publishing ~ http://www.sirenpublishing.com/savannakougar/asobp.asp ~ Which seductive shade of blue are you? ~ http://bookstrand.com ~ An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

Sizzle Romance Titles Coming from Savanna Kougar ~

Sable & Devon invite you to read their love story ~
BLACK CAT BEAUTY ~ halloween seduction with cattitude ~ *coming soon* from Liquid Silver Books

Kalypso & Zryphus invite you to read their love story ~
MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ~ 2051 mystery-suspense futuristic ~ American Title IV finalist ~ coming from Siren-BookStrand

Escape into the seductive fantasy romance of your choice ~ FICTIONWISE ~
http://www.fictionwise.com/eBooks/savannakougareBooks.htm?cache ~
For my novels at KINDLE, MOBIPOCKET & ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS ~ Search *Savanna Kougar* ~
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HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Part Six ~ A Partridge in a Pear Tree...

The blush that stole over her cheeks was painful. “Gender,” she squeaked like the one mouse who had stirred on the night before Christmas.
He pondered a moment. “Because I did not choose any woman,” he stated as if a puzzle piece slipped into place.
“No one knows anything about you...really.” Kaily grabbed for a slim chance to learn something else about him.
He lowered his face above hers, and she was struck by how regally handsome his features were in the gold-tinted illumination. “You’re about to learn everything you need to know about me. Now.” Good heavens, his gaze devoured her with a passion she’d only seen in the movies.
“Now,” she whispered. Omygawd, her lips pleaded for the feel and taste of his like she remembered from High School. Billy McShea. Oh yeah, he’d finally kissed her behind the stands at a football game. One long sinful and dreamy locking of their mouths, a kiss that had seduced her lips and her virgin body. He’d never touched her again. He hadn’t exactly avoided her. But he’d look at her as if she was a temptation he could never yield to...so she’d stuffed down the angsty pain, keeping her distance. He’d married one of the cheerleaders and left town. Goodbye, Billy.
Hello, the slow descent of mystery man’s lips. It felt as though he prolonged his
pleasure in a way that increased his pleasure. His lips alighted like feathers, then rested softly on hers. The texture and wintry coolness of his lips thrilled through her...ding, ding, ding...a winner. Gradually his kiss deepened, his mouth a large dominant force on top of hers. Passion uncoiled from her belly, so long repressed she’d almost forgotten what it felt like. Raw and needy, she kissed him back, pressing her lips into the beautiful heat his mouth had become against hers. How long, she didn’t know...their lips clung as if greedy for each other, and clung with an excitement that clawed through her, fierce and relentless.
This was terrible. It wasn’t in and out sex, as she’d planned, even though she’d never attempted it before...only listening to Monica describe her man hunts, quickies in the nearest place available...then she was long gone, unless the man impressed her.
As gradually as he’d deepened their kiss, his mouth parted from hers. She knew he still held up the mistletoe. And even though he seemed closer than a whisper to her, he hadn’t actually touched her, except for his lips.
“Santa,” she breathed out. She couldn’t help it. The way his gaze blazed into hers, so impossibly hot for her.
“Santa is coming down your chimney tonight,” he growled with such virility, she couldn’t laugh.
He plucked the bow away from her pussy with a finesse that made her all a-tingle.
“On the first day of Christmas,” he crooned the purr, “a partridge in a pear tree.”
His partridge...a mighty huge bird indeed...touched the front of her thigh.
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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 ~ The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Pear and snow kisses from the Kougar...

Thursday Thirteen Practical and Impractical Gifts...

So, my Holiday KitKats, what’s your list?
Enjoy the pic of the Noelle Holiday Horse from Breyer.

Thirteen practical gifts the Kougar wishes Santa would bring her for Christmas...

1 ~ water purification system
2 ~ the new systems that take water out of the air and purify it
3 ~ solar energy system
4 ~ alcohol still for fuel and fun
5 ~ an old-fashioned wind mill
6 ~ sewing machines, including a treadle
7 ~ a basement
8 ~ a green house and solarium
9 ~ a working fireplace
10 ~ infra red heaters
11 ~ organic bedding
12 ~ lots of viable heirloom seeds
13 ~ fenced in pastures

Thirteen impractical gifts the Kougar wishes Santa would bring her for Christmas... other than the heroes in her novels ...

1 ~ a small herd of horses, her favorite breeds
2 ~ a small herd of donkeys, some of them cream colored
3 ~ gift certificates for every type of healing massage out there
4 ~ every kind of organic chocolate and cocoa
5 ~ wines that taste like sunrise and sunset, and ice wines
6 ~ cheeses, the really good expensive stuff
7 ~ organic tropical fruits
8 ~ a rejuvenation booth imported from another world
9 ~ a flying car
10 ~ a freezer full of organic whole cream ice cream
11~ a caribbean island with a wonderful beach
12 ~ a malt shoppe/ice cream parlor
13 ~ a re-creation ballroom and dance like in Gone With the Wind

Just for the Big Cool Cats ~ from the Kougar’s WIP ~ Stallion of Ash and Flame ~

“Then you found the amulets.”
She nodded, her gaze on the colorful rug. “I’d gone in to check on the coins, take a couple of the silver ones,” she whispered. “I heard this strange sound.” She raised her head, remembering. “Why I didn’t run out I’m not certain. It was this eerie rustling wind type of sound. I’ll never forget it. Then I thought I saw the shadow of an animal running inward. Not a big one, smaller than Luke and Spook, and like a dog. Of course, I thought coyote, maybe even a wolf. Or a wild dog. Then this howl...mournful, like it needed help. So, like a fool, I followed, creeping along...then this amazing cavern.”
She paused, glancing at him, her eye haunted and wondrous at the same time. “I don’t think it’s natural. There’s even this odd illumination. It’s not large, no larger than the living room. But there are stone altars with artifacts.”
“Why take the amulets?”
“That’s the really paranormal part. The dog, actually it looked like a jackal, appeared, then trotted toward one of the lower altars. He sat down, then looked alertly. When I finally moved toward him, he vanished...just vanished. The three amulets were laying there. I...I took it as a sign...a good sign. And I took them. I suppose,” she mused. “It was like the trickster. Or it was the trickster. Yep, I got tricked. Definitely.”
“Maybe not,” he murmured.
“Medicine man knowledge?” she asked, hope flickering beneath her depressed tone.
He nodded. “Let me think about it.” But he didn’t need to, he knew. The amulets were being used as bait by Spirits who wanted an evil exposed and stopped. And they had been chosen.
~~~

Gift-wishing smooches from the Kougar...

The Red, Red Cardinal & Santa Baby...

Yesterday my Beautiful Big Cats, the Kougar watched the most gorgeous red, red Cardinal outside her back window. Little adorable guy was all puffed up against the cold and perched on a slender stem close to the ground. For the longest time, he swivelled his head back and forth, up and down, watching everything around him. Finally, he hopped down, fed for an instant on the organically grown weed seeds that are moi’s wilding yard. Then he puffed up again against the nasty cold and looked around for such a long time, moi began to worry that something was wrong and he couldn’t fly away. But happily, he finally flashed away in a winging burst of blurry red.

Just for the Big Cool Cats ~

HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED...

Santa Baby, Waitin’ Just for You...

Part Five ~ The Magic of Mistletoe...unrealized...

She watched him snatch down a generous sprig of mistletoe, a smooth fluid motion that made her gasp. As he walked toward her with that powerful languid stride that always held her attention, she sucked in a ginormous breath, clutching her belly. Okay, he wasn’t gay, if the size in his santa suit wasn’t his bag of goodies stuffed down his pants...of course, maybe it was goodie-filled. Kaily felt her eyes widen like the O-rings she used in her craft projects, before her gaze flew back up to his face. The golden flare in his eyes immobilized her like a deer in headlights...yep, his gaze looked like brandy set on fire, flambe’ style. Frightened, she quivered and felt the edges of the wide ribbon cut into her skin. Halting, he stared down at her. Kaily swore his gaze feasted on her like she was his personal holiday banquet. Before she shut her eyes, that is. Omygawd...the image of his manhood didn’t dance like sugarplums in her head. No, it towered like a damn chimney.
“Gift-wrapped,” he rasped. “This is definitely a worthy holiday.”
Kaily popped one eye open at his unusual statement. Not to mention the strange lilt to his voice, a masculine sound that reminded her of a Scottish bur.
“Worthy holiday,” she murmured. She should grill him like a steak at a backyard cookout, and shake on the spice rub if he didn’t cooperate. She’d even rehearsed the questions while pretending to be a super-powered lawyer on Boston Legal. But her body hadn’t been tingly deliciously aware of him then, nor naked.
He lowered himself beside her, his virile scent overriding the moth-balled santa suit. Lying down parallel to her with the latent power of a big cat, he propped himself up, dangling the fresh mistletoe above her head.
He’s going to kiss me, she thought. Her senses reeled as if drunk on too much egg nog, while her body tensed in anticipation and panic. It was now or never. “Where are you from?” she whispered, her voice like Marilyn Monroe in Some Like it Hot.
“The North Pole.” He didn’t miss a beat, and his roughened tone rubbed directly on her nipples.
Kaily gave a tiny moan as her head tipped back.
“Let’s see if the magic of mistletoe works?” he growled softly.
“Magic of mistletoe...” God help her, she did want the magic of mistletoe. Who knew he could be so utterly seductive? The only face he’d presented to everyone was one of friendliness and an avid interest in whatever anyone spoke about. She’d never seen him really truly flirt.
“Kaily.” Her name flowed from his lips in a way she’d never heard, thick and warm as honey, yet potent with his sexuality.
“I guess you’re not gay,” she inanely murmured, and immediately wished she hadn’t. Why ruin this moment?
The even strength of his breaths paused. “Gay as in the holiday spirit? Or gay as in a preference for my own gender?”

~~~

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

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Kisses for the red, red Cardinal from the Kougar...

Warmed, then Frozeled... & Blocking My Sun

Greetings, Holiday Big Cats, the Kougar warmed up very nicely with the 60 degree temps yesterday. Today she is frozeled, and it’s blowing and snowing, and icky cold.
Moi has also begun a new WIP titled ~ Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ the passionate love story about a horse shifter of a different phase and his intrepid lady who refuses to love him. Yes, a love that was never meant to be, or was it?
And, yowling-yay, now the Kougar can complete THE SPECIAL SECRET PROJECT.

Just for the Big Cool Cats ~ with two more flashes added ~

Blocking My Sun... Flash of Sun and Beach

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.”

A LARGE GLASS

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

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

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.”

ELEVEN
Sorrenna snapped her hand forward, grabbed the ice water, and felt it nearly slip from her grip because of the cold sweating glass. Hanging on tightly, she scowled more formidably, as she held up the glass in a warning for him to leave or suffer the consequences. When he stood steadfast, refusing to un-root himself, she rose to her knees. Grinning with dark glee, she targeted his giant cock with her gaze. Slowly, with his torment in mind, she lifted the glass higher and higher, until it hovered directly above the jut of his trunks. Then she poured. Gradually.
“Enjoying?”

TWELVE
Clenching his eyes shut, and chomping his teeth together as if he bit the bullet, Drave let the icy agony take over his body. God. Hell, what ugly pain and what unexpected pleasure. The strange ecstasy stabbed through his cock, then flooded his loins. He quaked inside, the visual of her wrist turning the full glass of water so it spilled in a small stream onto the head of his cock, then the dream-like darkening of his trunks...weirdly, as erotic as hell. Even as the cold burned his balls like hellfire.
Shock, he decided. But fuck, he ‘enjoyed’.
“Yes.”

ANOTHER GLASS?

THIRTEEN
Yes, his answer clanged through her like an antique fire engine bell. She knew it was also an emergency warning. This man was dangerous. Dangerous to her. Dangerous on every level. Although his utility pole cock had diminished in size. Not much. Still, the thrill of some victory bubbled through her veins. Gradually, she surfed her gaze up his body, noting the bloodless clench of his fists. The tough bands of bronze muscle. The dark V of hair on his chest. The swimmer’s breadth of his shoulders. Finally, the determined V shape of his chin.
“Another glass of ice water?”

FOURTEEN
Hell, he didn’t like it. But he’d stand her all day letting her pour whatever she wanted on his begging cock. Even though shards of pain blistered along his length. He felt her slow perusal up his body, as if erotic razor blades cut up his torso. He clenched his eyelids savagely, the image of her lips tasting him, soothing him. First, sliding over his cock’s head. Blood poured into his loins, threatening to raise the sentinel again. Fuck! He wanted to tell her to lower his trunks, to put her sweet sexy mouth on his cock and suck.
“Please.”

FIFTEEN
Damn fucking dangerous. And a glutton for icy punishment. Sorrenna figured, why not? At least, if she couldn’t enjoy the sun, she could perversely entertain herself. Especially, since he seemed so stupidly willing. Dolt. What a dolt head. Actually, from her position, she couldn’t see his head. Only his clean-shaved tanned chin, stalwart, male stubborn. And the big lobes of his ears. But, not his head. Or his cock’s head. Though, the enormous spear-like tip was outlined by his wet trunks.
Sitting back on her heels, she plucked up the e-waiter device.
“Another glass of ice water, extra large, please.”

SIXTEEN
Damn, he shivered inside like a wind-buffeted leaf. Feeling again, the blaze-icy sting of water being poured on his pleading arousal. God, he wanted it again. And he didn’t. He wanted to watch her stream the erotic torture over his cock. But hell, not more than he wanted to jump her lusciously curved bones. Feel her struggle wildly beneath him, as he pleasured her to wanting him so desperately, she writhed like an utter wanton. Against his entire body. Then parted her wet thighs, crying for him to ride her to orgasm, into their oblivion. Theirs, alone.
“Yes, extra large.”

SEVENTEEN
Hell, she’d give his towering manhood its obvious due. It was definitely ‘extra large’. Crap, the whole man was extra large in stature. Or he wouldn’t be blocking her sun so effectively. Damn, she’d need an extra large glass of extra icy water to shrink that son o’ shooting sperm. Sorrenna nearly laughed hysterically. An image of her rolling, holding herself, laughing until her sides hurt grabbed her mind’s eye. Come to think of it, maybe that would cut it down to size. If she suddenly fell over in a screaming fit of laughter. Timber!!!
“Extra large for extra large.”

EIGHTEEN
Even though her voice dripped with a healthy dose of sarcasm, Drave’s ‘extra large’ bobbed appreciatively, straining the waistband of this trunks. Fucking hell, at least, her gaze remained fastened on his brave cock. But was that a suppressed giggle he’d heard? He bent forward, peering past the wet tent of his trunks to study her face. Her shoulders began to shake slightly, as if she controlled herself. She chewed on her cherry-plump bottom lip. And he would have bet a hefty sum, laughter glittered in her eyes. Hysterical laughter. Now the gorgeous swells of her breasts quivered.
“Go ahead.”

EXTRA LARGE LAUGH

NINETEEN
Go ahead? Had she heard right? Her stifled giggles escaped like small bubbles. At first. Her shoulders shook faster. Then her laughter burst free, springing up from deep inside her belly. Louder and louder. Hugging herself Sorrenna collapsed back on her heels. Her laughter erupted uncontrollably, cascades of rising sound. Whenever she managed to open her eyes, she only laughed harder, since the wet jut of his trunks remained impressively the same. Extra large, his cock still towered above her. Although, his balled fists were now white beneath his tan.
Sorrenna laughed as if she hadn’t laughed in ages.
“Timber.”

TWENTY
Timber?! Drave arched one brow, even as he ogled the sheer sexual beauty of her jiggling breasts like a damn deprived pervert. Her uninhibited laughter should have shrunk his libido down to a lesser size, and made his trunks feel a hell of a lot more comfortable. Nope. Like a besotted fool, he relished the sight of her unrestrained reaction to him, even though she howled harder every time she glanced at his unsinkable cock. My god, the delicate, yet lush line of her creamy throat, revealed as she laughed, tempted his mouth to consume her with kisses.
“Timber?...oh.”

TWENTY-ONE
Laughter threatening to split her sides, Sorrenna fell over on her side, her arms wrapped around herself. She rolled back and forth, the hot sand beneath her towel a wonderful cushion, and not a deterrent whatsoever to her unceasing chortles. Faster and faster, she shook with her shrill guffaws. God, it hurt, and she couldn’t make it stop. And it felt good all at the same time. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. Now all she could do was lay weakly on her back, with absolutely no sun shining on her, and laugh.
“Make it stop. Go away.”

TWENTY-TWO
No with a capital N, he wasn’t going away. Yeah, fuck, he could make ‘it stop’. Damn hell, he wanted to make it stop. But she’d never let him near her bed, let alone her precious all-perfect life, if he launched on top of her like a raunchy humping dog, and ravished her to a raw blazing lust. Here. In front of everyone. On a public beach. Not that he’d mind. He didn’t care with her. Truth to God. All he hellfire cared about was her. Having her. Fucking her forever.
“If I go away, I can’t make it stop.”

TWENTY-THREE
If you go AWAY, it will stop, she desperately wanted to shout at the brainless male who looked like he could be a man-bull hybrid. But, her vocal chords refused to cooperate. Nearly exhausted, and boneless as a ragdoll, Sorrenna opened one eye. It was still there and still damned extra large. Helplessly, she vibrated with more chuckles. Some crappy unhappy vacation, she thought, yet, shook with more laughter. God, her sides hurt. Hell, her hand was so limp on her belly, she couldn’t lift it. Damn, except for her uninhibited laughter, her vacation had taken a vacation.
“Get lost.”

TWENTY-FOUR
Lost in you. Lost between your sexier-than-heaven thighs. Lost between the gorgeous swells of your breasts. Yeah, baby doll, I’ll get lost. Lost in you until your pussy begs and bucks for my hammering cock. Drave accepted the giant-sized glass of ice water, the cubes rattling against the sides of the sweating glass as he brought it before his chest. His cock didn’t know whether to shrivel like a coward or do an erotic bobbing happy dance. God, she was the perfect temptress as she lay still, conquered by her own laughter
“You’ll get lost every time I kiss you.”

ICY DOSE...

TWENTY-FIVE
Yeah, sure. In what universe? Yet, her traitorous lips tingled, a tiny bit. It had been ages since she’d kissed a man. Balefully, and with one eye, she stared at the extra large glass of water above the man’s extra proud cock. Rivulets of moisture ran down the sides of the glass. Dripping down his beefy-sized, yet somewhat attractive hand. It was just too damn bad, for her, she’d laughed herself into exhaustion. Or, she could rise up and give his Mr. Extra Large another icy dose of her extreme displeasure. If he handed it over.
“Save me the trouble.”

TWENTY-SIX
Drave fastened his gaze on her, as he’d never done on anyone or anything in his life. Even when facing down the bad guys, holding weapons bigger than he held, who wanted like every fucking hell, to take him apart piece by bloody-dripping piece. Then throw him to the fishes. The urge to turn the glass over, and slowly pour a stream of icy water on her gorgeous middle, then dive down and lap it off her silken skin, before one drop escaped, scorched through him hotter than the sun.
“Hell, I am blocking your sun. You should thank me.”

TWENTY-SEVEN
His words rolled roughly over her flesh. And his bold stare penetrated her like she knew Mr. Extra Large wanted to penetrate her. Still recovering from her laughing fit, Sorrenna considered how to resolve her galling ridiculous situation. Mr. Determined Bull was not the type of man a woman appealed to for mercy from his humping lust. Quirky inspiration struck her the next moment. With the double whammy of her curiosity. Why not? She eyed the water glass for several seconds, then slid her gaze down to his cock. Then up. Then down again.
“Does it look like a bull?”

TWENTY-EIGHT
From her silent communication, Drave nearly dumped the glass of ice water on his own desperate cock, fiercely surprising himself. Still, her question stunned him even more. And he fucking figured, it had stunned her too. By her frozen expression, and the flash of wild fright in her eyes, quickly replaced with defiance. In a fraction of a second, he decided. Gritting his teeth, he slowly saturated the front of his trunks with icy water, outlining his desire for her. His cock complained, aching like fire.
“ Does it look like a bull? Or, am I bull-sized? What do you think?”

TWENTY-NINE
Never had Sorrenna felt so utterly still. She couldn’t feel her breath. For a cock, it did make somewhat of a majestic impression, in all it’s icy soaked glory, she had to admit. Effing hell, not that she knew much about a man’s penis, not being an avid *drooling* connoisseur of the male anatomy. Damn beyond damn, why had she impulsively blurted out a private thought? It had impaled her brain like a lightning bolt? Then leapt from her lips. What was she supposed to do now? Actually answer Mr. Extra Large’s questions?
“More like a marble monument, I think.”

THIRTY
It was his turn to bust a gut laughing. Drave allowed the corners his mouth to curl upwards, briefly. Too bad his ‘marble monument’ ached, burned viciously. Too fucking bad his cock strained toward her like a barbarian who’d finally found a woman after years of deprivation...or, he would let loose. Boom with guffaws. Shake the sun-drenched air. Fall beside her, and quit blocking her sun. Then touch her.
No, his restrained laughter quivered his stomach muscles, because his needy greedy cock ruled. Ready to mount her senseless.
“I’ll donate my marble monument to your private museum. Delivery date?”

DRINKS LATER...

THIRTY-ONE
Enjoying his clever-enough innuendo, Sorrenna allowed a small smile to curve her lips. Damn his giant blocking hide, it might be an invitation, yet his incredible perseverance would likely continue, whether she grinned, or not. He returned her smile in kind. Hell, at least, he looked at her face. Not just her body. Perseverance was a quality she admired, even if Mr. Extra Large’s bullish behavior was boorish in the extreme. In point of fact, she could use a man like him as a silent member of her investigations team.
“Go away now. I’ll have a drink with you later.”

THIRTY-TWO
Her little smile did things to his insides, his best lovers hadn’t done in bed, or wherever they’d fucked. Groaning inwardly, he shut his eyes, her plump beautifully-shaped mouth a torment he couldn’t endure, without straddling her like a mad mating bull, and taking her unwilling lips. God as his witness, he wanted her. Bad. Bad to the bone. His bone of aching cock, that refused to give up hope, it was going for a long sweet hot ride inside her sultry heat. Soon. He groaned inwardly again, a special agony coursing up his torso. A damn drink later...
“Promise?”

THIRTY-THREE
Promise. He wanted her to promise him she would have a drink with him...yes. However, the way he’d spoken it, he also wanted her promise that she would be his willing sexual prize, afterwards. For an instant, she stared unblinking at his stalwart frame, obviously not deprived of the sun’s benefits, since his skin was bronzed. Her eye traveled from his who-cares-if-you-kick-me shins upwards. And, she wished the sex-crazed idiot would, at least, turn to the side, so the sun could shine above the tip of his lance-like cock. So, she wouldn’t be deprived.
“Want a specially engraved invitation?”

THIRTY-FOUR
‘Yeah, written right on the hard length of my cock with your nails, baby doll.’ Fuck, anything to ease the pulsing agony. Her cute little nails carving out a special invitation, seemed a lot less painful, than his unrelieved manhood. Still, Drave liked her grit, hell, almost as much as he liked her beautifully curvaceous body. ‘Like’ being an available word, that barely covered the way he really felt. But, damn, yes, he wanted an engraved invitation from her, simply because it meant she’d show up. And he had to have that.
“Yes. As special as you can make it.”

THIRTY-FIVE
Sorrenna knew crazy hit her like a sledgehammer. Maybe she should count herself lucky, he hadn’t hit her with his built-in sledgehammer. Thwack! If he swung that thing. She’d probably be sent flying. Well hell, at least, he hadn’t flashed the damn thing naked at her. Not yet. She tried to dispel the dense cloud of crazy overwhelming her brain. She really did. Composed and in control, nerves of ice, that was her preferred style...usually. She had her wild, blazing out of control side, the times when she let hair down...
“Kneel down, if you want it really special.”

THIRTY-SIX
Drave knew trouble was about to hit him like a ten ton truck. Hell, trouble was about to back up and roll over him several times, just to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t learn. The ten ton truck being her. The woman he longed to capture beneath him forever. ‘Kneel down’, at her words his cock had beat against his trunks like a savage. What was she going to do? Fuck, order another glass of ice water, then torment his already tormented cock. He sank to his knees beside her, his body desperate for action.
“I want it special.”

GET IT SPECIAL...

THIRTY-SEVEN
You’re gonna get it special, Sorrenna thought. Her jaw firmed, her hands and body tensed for action as he took a few steps, then crashed his knees into the sand beside her. For a delicious moment she was blinded by the sun. Shutting her eyes, she smiled, basking in the paradise she had craved, the warm rays striking her flesh. Until he leaned forward. His enormous shadow fell on her, blocking her sun. Fury seized every particle of her. She whipped around, her hand dive-bombing beneath Mr. Extra Large. Capturing his over-sized balls, she squeezed.
“You have a choice.”

THIRTY-EIGHT
One moment Drave leaned forward, lured by the smile on her lush lips...the next moment she flipped toward him faster than his worst enemy. In slow motion he watched the flight of her small hand as it speared toward his groin, then disappeared beneath the tent his cock made out of his trunks. Before he possessed one thought about evading her strike, her little hand gripped the treasured prize of his balls. She squeezed. His first instinct had been to rip down his trunks, and shove himself toward her in a bid for paradise. But, she meant business.
“Choice?”

December 9, 2008

THIRTY-NINE
Her fury an icy blaze throughout her body, Sorrenna glowered at his enormous mug...actually rather handsome in that overdone way. His jaw was too large, the planes of his face looked like landing strips for a plane. His mouth was formed attractively, she’d grant that. Of course, his eyes had darkened to the point she couldn’t tell what color they were...maybe a steel gray. She knew with certain instinct, he was a man who played to win, knew how to win, despite the harsh realities of the world.
“Leave now. Or I make mincemeat out of your balls.”

FORTY
Fuck, her grip was unrelenting. Yet, an extreme version of paradise. Drave drowned his gaze into the scorching sparkle of her unbelievable sea-colored eyes. After he took in the determined thrust of her little jaw, and the battle firmness of her lips. The thought of her fighting him as a form of sex play traveled through him like a two ton bomb, and only jutted his cock harder toward her. Still, he had a decision to make. It hammered at the back of his brain. And he tried to think, if only for the sake of his balls.
“Go ahead.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Tomorrow, my Big Kittens, the Kougar will be blogging at Title Magic ~ her FIVE PART Serial Flash... Santa Baby, waitin’ just for you...

Summer-Winter smooch from the Kougar...

Black Cat for Christmas & then Cruelty...

What a lovely surprise today, an early Christmas gift, my Big Kittens, and the Kougar is all wiggly-excited. The wonderful, wonderful cover artist, Anne Caine is doing the cover art for moi’s novella, Black Cat Beauty, coming soon from Liquid Silver Books. And purring-yes, the Kougar received a first draft (not the pic shown). Verra tail-flicking impressive. The Kougar is definitely smiling.

Now, Just for the Big Cool Cats ~ with two more flashes added ~

Cruelty... Flash of the Caribbean Vampire

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ELEVEN

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

TWELVE

Shocked to my core...wherever that was, I scoot my chair back, then attempt to stand. It wasn’t happening. My legs have transformed to rubber. “I am leaving.” My chin high, I press down on the table to shove myself upwards.
Instantly...before I can even think about blinking, he is beside me, his hand on my arm as if he intends to escort me somewhere.
“Go away,” I snap, only able to raise myself part way. My temper emerging, I confront the devil vampire, “What drug did you put in my drink?”
“No drug. Merely a special flower essence.”

THIRTEEN

“What? The flower of Bloodroot?” I emphasize ‘blood’ while trying to pull my arm out of his gentlemanly grip. And why the hell does he smell like patchouli and expensive cigar smoke, some exotic mixture of the two which intrigues me more than it should.
“Several blooms from our local flora,” he calmly purrs. Again amusement hides in his voice, highly irritating me.
“Let go.” I stiffen.
“My Sapphira.” His tone humors me. “I will not have you harmed.”
“And spiking my drink with ‘special’ essences won’t harm me?” My tone goes for his jugular.
“It will only enhance our risque’ pleasures.”

FOURTEEN
“I’m not risque’ pleasuring with you,” I storm.
I would have tried jerking my arm away. But damn, I knew he wasn’t letting go. The horrid, overly sexy man.
“Yes, you will.” He’s leaned down to my ear, his tone intimate dark bait I yearn to leap for like a silly fish.
“No, I won’t.” Righteous temper is not confined to youth. “I don’t care what ‘special essence’ you put in my drink.”
“My Sapphira,” he vampire purrs. “Yes, you will.”
In a fit of temper I stomp on his foot. Though, really, I’m not wearing tramp chic spiked heels.

FIFTEEN
Yeah, my marshmallow-sole sandals are going to skewer his foot. He laughs, a low chuckle, just for my ear.
Damnit, I like the virile sound. My insides turn all buttery fluttery.
So what.
“I’ll scream,” I warn.
“I’ll kiss you,” he warns.
Kiss...it skitters through me like a thousand landing butterflies, their wings flapping.
I wiggle my arm in his grip, a useless exercise. Useless like me trying to run on the beach every morning. The only thing it got me was severely sore knees.
“Do you drink blood?”
The words dare their freedom before sanity claims them back.

SIXTEEN
Oh God...my heart thumped to beat any band. Ricky Ricardo thwacking the bongos in a fast Latin rhythm during an episode of I Love Lucy, seizes my mind. Does the Vampire hear?
How superior are his senses? Oh god, he has to be a Vampire. What else?
“You’re trembling, Sapphira.” He picks up the Mango Sangria. “Another sip?”
“You didn’t answer my question,” I counter. Damn it to hell, my voice quavers like a helpless gothic heroine. And I ache to grab hold of the glass. Sip, then keep on sipping.
“Would you like me to taste your blood?”

SEVENTEEN
Seduction. Temptation. The ultimate sexual purr. His voice, a sound barely above a whisper, possesses my ear. Not just the sound. The rim of my ear tingles, pleading for the feel of his lips. The grazing of this teeth.
Omygod. The touch of his fangs?
“Does my rapid neck pulse of absolute fear thrill you?” I dare. With the truth. Why not? He must know. I feel the quick heavy throb below my ear and hate it.
“You thrill me, Sapphira.” He hovers the glass before my lips. “One sip.”
“Tell me the truth,” I desperately bargain. “Then I’ll sip.”

EIGHTEEN
“Which truth, my beloved?”
Beloved...what the freaking hell? This climbed the ladder of creepy exponentially, the way he’d spoken it. As if it were a true endearment. Omygawd.
“Whatever ‘truth’ is most convenient, of course,” I snipe at him. Ripping my gaze away from the sweating glass of Mango Sangria, I try to swallow away my awful thirst. Useless.
“In some respects you haven’t changed, my Sapphira.”
“You act as if you know me,” I snap back like a hoyden. And know, once again, I’d pulled a bonehead move...day-ummm, was that a boner in his black linen pants?

NINETEEN
“I do know you,” he asserts in a dark purr.
I blink several times, lifting my gaze.
“How? We’ve never met before.”
I look down again, expecting not to see what I’d seen. Suddenly, I can’t feel my breath. It’s still there, standing proudly. All too proudly.
“On the island. No, we’ve never met, my Sapphira.”
I stare at his hard-on for what feels like an eternity. Aware that he’s amused like some idle harem prince.
“Where?” I mumble, and jerk my gaze away.
The glass or his overly large cock. I’m trapped between the two.
“Sip. I’ll tell you.”

TWENTY
“Let go. I don’t want to know you.” Yes, a deep vein of stubbornness runs in my family. Hellfire, I wonder which vein he wants to suck on most. And why? He could be Mr. Suave Vampire and suck on any of the four young beauties now eyeing us. They blink their bright-lantern, doe-big eyes as if the magnetic poles are about to shift, tilting the known world upside down. Okay, it could happen. But if it were, there’d be mass panic. I could escape into the abyss of catastrophe.
“Yes, you do,” he assures.
“They want to know you.”

TWENTY-ONE
“They?” he asks as if I’ve actually caught him off guard. Yeah, right, Mr. Huge Boner vampire. It’s still amazingly upright and HUGE. I stare, rather than gaze at what I can never be again. Never was, actually. Beautiful, yes. Not that kind of thinner-than-thin glamor, chic always my constant companion.
“Go, suck their blood,” I prompt, closing my eyes. Could I just fall forward, dead weight, and crawl beneath the table...damn, desperation does breed it’s own insanity.
“I find their blood unappetizing,” he elegantly intones, right out of the movies. “You used to enjoyably suck on my cock.”

TWENTY-TWO
Shocked, no, shocked was not the word. My blood iced. Another ice age? The next instant my blood flamed. Global warming? There was no one word. I’m shocked in the extreme...but, my pique won out, stronger, fiercer, faster...
“Which one would you prefer me to suck on first, Mr. Vorragozi? Your abnormally large dick? Or, should I suck up the rest of the Mango Sangria? How about if I just suck your blood?”
“Dhalyon.” His voice rasped. I suppose because he was actually ‘turned on’ by my offer.
“Dhalyon,” I repeated, not understanding him.
“My first name is Dhalyon.”

TWENTY-THREE
I scowl and consider if I should bite his dick. Viciously.
“I wish you to know my first name before you ‘suck’ on any part of my very willing anatomy, Sapphira.”
“How very gentlemanly of you,” I snarl. “But you haven’t chosen what you want me to suck on first. I gave you three choices.” I emphasize ‘suck’ loudly. And almost feel as though I could stare the Vampire down. Almost. Instead the four beauties openly stare at us. I smile at them. Then give a little wave.
“Cruelty.” His growl was suave. “That I have not possessed your spirit.”

TWENTY-FOUR
“Cruelty?” I ask, stunned in no small measure by fate’s circular pattern.
“That I have not possessed your spirit in my bed. In my life.”
Something twists inside my middle, large as an anaconda. I want an explanation, so fierce I can taste it. Yet...from him. The Vampire.
”Which one?” I utter. And, I have no idea why, except my mind has been left behind in this latest beyond-weird development.
“I had hoped to make this easier on you, my special one.”
“By what? Drugging me with Mango Sangria?” I stab the blade of my voice into him. Sarcastically.

TWENTY-FIVE
Again, my heart thumps like bongo drums. “Okay, not the Mango. Or the Sangria. But whatever drugging ‘substances’ you used.”
Why I feel compelled to correct anything, I don’t have a brain cell left with any clue. Maybe, I merely fill the silence. A vortex of silence. Suddenly.
“I could disappear with you,” he says so softly I’m not certain I actually hear him. Except, inside, I know.
I blink. I sweat. I blurt. “Like a bat? A bat out of hell.”
“No. Like smoke. Poof.”
“Oh.”
“Poof,” he darkly whispers. “We would appear wherever I choose to take you.”

TWENTY-SIX
Okay, my insides have never felt so gooey-spooked. My eyes blink as if they’ve just snapped toothpicks in two. And I swallow, way past *I’m seeing-a-ghost fright*. The closest I recall is Rosemary’s Baby. Now, that was creepsville scary. Yep, and I’ve never gotten over that movie, either. Hell, I don’t like Halloween Haunted houses. Or slasher movies. Or...hell’s bells, as a kid, I didn’t watch the Twilight Zone after one episode, my nightmares were so gargoyle-flying hideous.
“Wouldn’t that look suspicious?” I give another wave to the four beauties, their interest still captured, as much as I’m still captured.

TWENTY-SEVEN
Oddly, I feel him vibrate with laughter. At odds with his statue-like phallus. Yeah, keep the Vamp amused. Maybe, he won’t poof me ‘somewhere’.
“Vampire Viagra?” I ask, staring pointedly at his well-defined, mushroom-shaped point. Damn, what a mouthful...if? If I ever had sucked his dick like he said...had I?
He shakes with more laughter. Until, his finger claims the flesh beneath my chin. I’m surprised by the heat, not by the length of his lone finger. He compels, more than lifts my face. His eyes, dark as midnight, flash like summer lightning.
“You were always my inspiration.”

TWENTY-EIGHT
I almost wish he would bite. Swoop down, and bite. Or do something. His gaze, darker than black, penetrates me, reminding me of a sword swallower. Yep, the force of his gaze is a sword I swallow. Yet, there is a plea, like the flicker of candle, in the depths of his eyes...for what I cannot give him. My few memories of other lifetimes don’t include him. Or any remembrance of vampires. Hell, it’s not like I ever actually knew one.
Time escapes with every breath. His finger doesn’t release my chin. Nor does his gaze unlock from mine.

TWENTY-NINE
The tension kills me, hacking up my insides like a Japanese restaurant chef on meth. Maybe, I should turn my head, the surrendering heroine in this scene...offer my neck, then point to my anxiety-throbbing pulse, and say, Do it, Vampire. Bite me. Bite me right here. Right now. Just do it. Just do it now. Except his gaze entrances me. And I remain obedient. Silly, foolish, stupid, beyond-being-an-idiot me.
“Not here,” he murmurs.
“Too much blood.” The words stumble from between my lips. I sway toward him, feeling impossibly fragile. I whisper, “Why be arrested for assault or murder?”

THIRTY
“I prefer the taste of your lips first.”
The pad of his finger travels over my sensitive flesh, finally grazing my chin, then leaving. It feels barren without his touch. Yet, panic has it’s claws in me. Torn between sensual perfection and my raging fear, I had begged fate to step in, have it’s way.
“My Sapphira.” His palms stroke up my arms. With passion he takes hold of my shoulders, an invitation to come nearer. To become his. I’m not fooled. I know he intends to claim me, regardless of whether I accept him now.
“Kiss me,” he entices.

THIRTY-ONE
The timbre of his voice is gorgeously dark. I sway, and come dangerously close to swooning.
“Kiss me here. Kiss me now,” he croons deeply, like the night he must prefer inhabiting. I swear he must be magnetized, or a true sorcerer. Every particle of my body and being is being pulled toward him. Yes, as much as he urges me forward, I move to him. He’s so tall, my head falls back. Rather than his devastating lips, I half expect to feel the prick of his deadly fangs. God...
“No,” I plead. “I’m too old, too ugly...too fat.”

THIRTY-TWO
An image of me, as I saw myself in the mirror...how I must look in front of anyone who now watches...and who wouldn’t watch? Unless pure disgust overcomes them, their bile threatening, and about to choke them. The debonair handsome most-desired man on the island about to kiss a woman who looks like me.
“Stop,” he whispers. It’s a command, a plea...and passion. “Stop, Sapphira.”
“Not here,” I murmur. Embarrassment climbs up my body like a thousand monkeys after bananas.
His mouth lowers to mine. “Here. Here now.” There’s no point in thinking about moving.
I’m captured.

THIRTY-THREE
“Sapphira.” He breathes my name as if it’s the first breath of his soul. Does he have a soul? Or is he cursed like Buffy’s Angel?
Fear and desire, my own breath escapes against his lips. I want the feel of his lips taking mine. I’m captivated by the shape, the masculine color....not that most men know how to kiss...they don’t, in my experience.
Pressed against the exceptionally hard length of his body, against the spearing tower that is his cock, I wait like I’m in a dream-slow scene, and smell his smoke-luxurious scent.
His lips seize mine.

THIRTY-FOUR
Everything stops. Except his kiss...claiming my lips...then claiming the kiss I cannot help but surrender to him. Our mouths have melded, moving to a violent and sultry rhythm. He takes what he wants. Because my mouth belongs to him. My kiss belongs to him. Yet he gives me what I desire most. I think he knows. He must. Helpless to stop myself, I lean into him. A thrill rips through me as his hands sweep over my back, then trap me completely against him.
He deepens his kiss, ravishing my mouth, his fang slipping over my bottom lip.

THIRTY-FIVE
Stunned, my belly trembles and begs to break free of him. Still, I yield, wildly aware of my breasts flattened against the elegant sculpture of his chest. Despite my panic, my breasts tingle sweetly, and plead to remain. I should be used to the betrayal of my body, by now. I should.
The grazing slide of his fang continues, and becomes a sensual tease on the corner of my mouth, as our lips seek new kisses, and dance to an invisible music. To say his masterful kisses are mind-blowing and fantastic, is to poorly describe what I feel...completely possessed.

THIRTY-SIX
Possessed...his lips on mine are surreal, yet fiery ballistic, a bold passion against my mouth. I’ve dreamed about these kind of kisses forever. Except for the fang, I never dreamed about that. It isn’t dreamy. It’s feral. It sends wicked chills down my spine and wicked thrills down to my dripping sex, which now believes paradise could be more than the island surrounding us. My long-neglected sex purrs like a damn pussy, and I wonder if that’s why the slang began...probably not. But who cares? My breasts swell, turning wanton. My nipples ache and are pleasured, wanting more.

THIRTY-SEVEN
He breaks our fused ferocious kiss, his mouth brushing over my chin, a sensuality I adore. Slowly his lips graze along my jaw, then downward, traveling a sexy path over the sensitive flesh of my neck...is he about to bite? Surely, not here. Still, I almost shiver. As the side of his fang touches my neck, then slips gradually downward, I do shiver. My eyelids squeeze together as if tiny clamps have been put on them.
“Tempting me with darkness?” I manage, my whisper so breathy I don’t know if he hears anything.
“You tempted me with the light.”

December 8, 2008

THIRTY-EIGHT
“The light.” I barely breathe out the words.
“Good witch versus the Vampire,” he whispers, his fang deserting my neck.
“Good witch,” I whisper back, hungering for more of his kisses. Am I hungering for his fang as well? Excitement pools in the pit of my stomach, then pools deeper into my naughtiest sex places, the ones that thrum for the attention of his mammoth cock.
Lightning blazes through my brain suddenly. The image sharp and clear, along with the sliver of remembrance from another lifetime.
“You seduced me so I couldn’t put a binding spell on you,” I accuse.

THIRTY-NINE
Still, my body doesn’t deny him, passion-crazy to stay against his.
“Mmmm...yes. And for other reasons,” he darkly purrs. The side of his fang slides down my neck oh-so-slowly.
“What other reasons?” I stupidly pursue. Why couldn’t I fight him, even if it is useless...god help me, the strength of his body is beyond my imagining. No, my body melds to his, liquid and steamy, and all too willing to be trapped. There’s not an ounce of fight in any fiber of me.
“You always did bring out the ‘fang’ in me.” His voice vibrates roughly, a raw tease.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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