Yowling-good evening, my lovely Big Cats. The Kougaress had to do some stock-up shopping today in town, which is about 25 minutes away since moi is a country cat gal.
Anyhoo... the Kougar is using her human form while driving back on the gravel road closing in on her drive when she spies something way ahead of her traveling on down the road. At first, it appears to be an animal of some kind merrily trotting along the road. The Kougar slowed her van of course, not wanting to accidently hit the critter. As she got closer, critter appeared to be a cat, even though there was only a rear view. Then, critter turned to the right and moi got real good look. It was a feline with a bobtail. Well, this Big Cat knows what Manx cats look since she’s hung around the feral manx cats, who ran the area where she used to inhabit several years ago.
This feline, the size of a large cat, didn't move like a Manx, nor did it have the typical high hindquarters.
Bobcat... a cub. So, moi googled pics of Bobcat cubs. Yep, she’s pretty darn certain that's what she saw. The coloring is right, except this adorable one was more tawny. The cute furry mug is right and moi couldn’t see the tips of the ears. Now, the Kougar is wondering if little cub is someone's lost pet... or if it's a wild one. Baby Bobcat didn't seem all that afraid of the Kougaress in her van. Just casually gazed at her full on, then trotted off into the pasture at an easy pace.
Later, moi will talk about the Shamanic aspect of Baby Bobcat... for a little expansion on her encounter, swing your tail and saunter over to THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog for the Kougar’s post, titled ~ Romance of the Tame Prairie ~
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Yesterday, this Kitten took a Halloween spooky tour of the current blogs at ~ http://belindam.blogspot.com ~ here’s some libation fun she found...
Jack O' Tini
The perfect martini for your Halloween party
2 oz. Vodka - chilled1/4 oz. Bols Pumpkin Smash Liqueur1 Candy Corn
Place a single candy corn at the bottom of chilled cocktail glass. Combine vodka and liqueur a shaker with ice, shake well and strain into the glass.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues....
Part 130 ~
Sylva roved her gaze over his face, and caught herself wondering what he expected of her. Well, he was just going to have to take her as she was, and she was going to have make certain she didn’t succumb to the disease to please as she had at times. Much less frequently now. Although now, she was here. Another Earth. A different culture. And she felt lost inside, even with the more-than-passionate attentions of her cowboy husband... even if he seemed utterly divine in how he treated her. Scrutiny flickered in his eyes as he tenderly stroked her back.
Zeke didn’t blame his bride for her reticence with him. For all the ways their Earths were similar there were as dissimilar as a rattlesnake and a fuzzy yellow chick, from all that he’d learned. He concentrated on soothing her with his touch, on keeping their gazes fastened on each other. If he could keep her focused on being with him, it would be easier for her to adjust, and for him to know how to handle her. “The bronco doesn’t feel all that worn out to me,” she murmured, then undulated her hips a bit. “How potent are you?”
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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 ~ 129 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogged about her strange love encounter with a Baby Bobcat.
Monday ~ Linda blogged about the happily ever after of ducks.
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogged about serial flashing and added to more installments to her Flash ~ The Heart’s Misunderstanding ~
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SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Wednesday ~ Crystal Kauffman blogs about her release, THE COMBAT and Vampires as heroes and villains.
Tuesday ~ First, the Red Lioness by Savanna Kougar ~
Sun Morning snip-it... by Serena Shay ~ this is a fierce-wild tease you’ll definitely enjoy~
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ RomanticSynonmous ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~
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No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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Have a Merry Month of May...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Kisses to the Baby Bobcat from the Kougar...
Warning, darling Big Cats, fierce snarling rant ahead ~
For the last several months there’s been a lot of ebook piracy exposed, especially by the authors who discover their books being downloaded illegally from these sites. As ebooks become more and more mainstream, this kind of piracy will most likely continue, especially with the economy the way it is.
Now, a little side issue... the Kougar just heard a report that stated those most likely to illegally download music, are the very people most likely to spend the most on music. How that figures moi isn’t quite certain, except that some people may want a sample first, then they go for a more high quality download. Maybe...
Meow-back to ebook piracy... while this is a concern and needs to be stopped wherever and whenever possible, as moi understands it, these are generally people who wouldn’t pay for a book, anyway. That is not an excuse, of course... and, maybe, there are those who want to sample an author before they purchase their backlist. Maybe... ?
Truthfully, the Kougar doesn’t fully understand the psychology involved, except if you’re poor... well, moi does understand that having experienced it. There are also some people who view ebooks like print books. They buy a print book, then give it away after they’re finished. That’s one book, NOT however many copies can be generated from one ebook.
Nevertheless, the real top major mega criminal in this whole piracy scenario... GOOGLE. Google is one of the biggest pirates on the planet. With the claim that they legally own every book before January 2009... how is that? Except they’re big enough to get away with it. Or the ole popular maxim ~ might makes right. Moi can understand books which are no longer copyrighted. Sure, why not make them available to the public? The Kougar considers that a good thing as long as any remuneration they come up with in the future actually reflects the monies spent.
However... and it’s a BIG HOWEVER!!! Google is a mammoth-sized pirate ~ own the world’s oceans and blow away the competition, an evil vampire pirate who sucks the life out every working author with no conscience, a carpet bagger on super steroids who is willing to make anyone walk the legal plank to their shark-eaten demise ~ that is, compared to anyone on the web who offers pirated ebooks.
Now, truthfully, the Kougaress is not concerned about Google wanting her ebooks. Though, a copyright is a copyright, isn’t it??? Anyone of us who would dare violate anyone else’s copyright would likely be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law... but, gee, it appears Google supercedes the law... why is that? How is that? How did it even happen? Or, more to the sword point pressed against the bad guy’s throat, why was it allowed to happen?
And, you know what, sadly, the time has passed when Big Government would have stopped Googles’ more-than-despicable and hellish trespass against all of us. Yep, now they are discreet lovers... shhhh... no one is supposed to know they’re in political bed together. Yes, during the after-glow of satiation and curling cigarette smoke *they* ~ black ops-owned Google and the Bankster-owned government ~ plan their new world literary order and empire. Heil Google. How high are you going to make everyone goosestep?
ONE CAVEAT ~ most of the folks that work for and support Google are just like you and me, good people trying to live good lives and do good things. They aren’t the enemy.
Okay-roar and a slash of her incensed tail, the Kougar could rant on... but, no, this is enough. For now.
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Oh, those sexy hard-bodied hero firefighters... Monday was the release day for the next Hearts Afire anthology from Liquid Silver Books. Romp on over and enjoy Nina and Julia’s post on the Liquid Silver SEx blog about their stories.
Moi’s mew-sings ~
Nina and Julia, you two are so adorable together! And, I’ll bet the firefighters will forgive any little errors in the name of hot sex… or hot blasting hoses put to more than one use…
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 129 ~
Sylva let her eyelids flutter open. “I feel drunk on you,” she whispered. Floating her hand up to his face, she caressed the hard plane of his cheek with her fingertips, dampened by his bucking exertion. Lifting her head, held tenderly by his hands, she sought his lips, kissing him with the soft happiness of her heart. It was a sumptuous sweet meeting of their mouths. Their afterglow embraced them and lingered their kiss. Sylva nuzzled him with her face. “Now, I am thirsty,” she murmured, beginning to feel awkward. How did she act? Sylva’s insecurities raised their ugly heads.
Zeke fondled his woman’s mouth for several moments, his thumbs stroking the sides of her face. Her honeyed warmth toward him flowed from her limbs as if she stood outside in the cold. “Thirsty,” he repeated. Slipping his palms down to her shoulders, he claimed her back tenderly bringing her with him as he lay beside her on the divan. “Hmmm... I can remedy that, darlin’.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, still glistening from their incredible passion. “Just give me a few minutes of recovery time. The bronco gave his best ride.” She softly nodded. “Yes, he did.”
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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 ~ 126 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~ Monday ~ Linda expounded on her love for ducks.
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogged about serial flashing and added to more installments to her Flash ~ The Heart’s Misunderstanding ~
Monday ~ Jude offered a fabulous passage from latest release, THE LOOK, and a wonderful word tour of South Africa.
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SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Sun Morning snip-it... by Serena Shay ~ this is a fierce-wild tease you’ll definitely enjoy~
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ RomanticSynonmous ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~
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No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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Have a Merry Month of May...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum smooch from the Kougar...
Very Late night purring-hello, Big Beautiful Cats. The Kougar started several projects and is late in posting!
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Roaring-announcement, my most sassy Big Cats... if you adore reading shapeshifter stories... prance on over to the Kougar’s newest blogging habitat, which she is sharing with several talent-exceptional authors ~
* Crystal Kauffman
* Francesca Hawley
* Paris Brandon
* Serena Shay
This is the beginning of Serena Shay’s first post to tempt you ~
Sun morning snip-it...
So I couldn't resist starting my Sunday with a snip-it of my upcoming book, The Challenge. See, I've been playing over at the LSB forum as well as reading some awesome free reads on our friend Savanna's blog. ~sigh~ Do stop by and check them out, you won't be sorry...
Anyway, I decided to post a little tease of my own and where better than the Shapeshifter blog.... Enjoy!
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Tuesday, the Kougar will be blogging and showcasing her very first shapeshifter novella ~ RED LIONESS TAMED ~ at ShapeShifter Seductions.
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Today, dearest Kitkats, moi had been planning to prowl the chat loops promo-ing HER INSATIABLE DARK HEROES... nope! Yahoo wouldn’t cooperate worth a hellish damn. Soooo... after ten thirty, the Kougar finally did some posting and missed the Just Another Paranormal Monday loop altogether... meow-yowl-hisssss...
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Scatterbrained Kougar cat has probably forgotten what all she wanted to blog about... oh tail-frisky yes! A HUGE PURR OF THANKS to Gem Sivad, author of INTIMATE STRANGERS ~ for saying she enjoyed reading HER INSATIABLE DARK HEROES on the Liquid Silver forum. Moi is all fuzzy-grinning inside.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 128 ~
Sylva embraced his final lunge to her core, and felt the raw pleasure of his orgasm take him. His entire body stiffened magnificently above her and somewhere in her center she sighed with a deeper satisfaction than the satisfaction of her sexual bliss. He was a man made for a woman. Those were the words that surfaced. She sensed their meaning within herself more than she could ever have explained them to anyone. “Silva,” he hoarsely called out, as if she meant the world to him. She knew it was probably only because of the moment... still, it was heavenly.
Zeke raged with ecstasy, his zenith a wild burning that swept over his body like a prairie fire. He knew the instant sanity claimed him once again, his bride had the power to possess his soul. He also knew she would only possess his soul with love. That was her spiritual nature. She needed to give him love, but would only do so if he respected what she gave him. The clarity of his realizations were so strong, he emblazoned it into his memory. “Sylva,” he rasped again. Lowering himself gingerly above her, he embraced her head between his palms.
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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 ~ 126 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogged about serial flashing and added to more installments to her Flash ~ The Heart’s Misunderstanding ~
Monday ~ Jude offered a fabulous passage from latest release, THE LOOK, and a wonderful word tour of South Africa.
Saturday ~ Linda talks about how a telescope and stargazing influenced her novel.
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SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Sun Morning snip-it... by Serena Shay ~ this is a fierce-wild tease you’ll definitely enjoy~
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ RomanticSynonmous ~
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Weekly Angelic Forecast from Volcano
Straight from the Carnal Cherub himself...
Angelic Forecast ~ XXXV
For this week it remains important to prepare, as much as you can, so you are able to take care of yourself and all those you love for whatever arrives. This is also a week for merrily enjoying the month of May. Get outside whenever you are able and enjoy all that Nature offers you. If you garden, listen to the land and to the birds. Simply observe whatever is around you and whatever occurs around you. Some of you will receive messages while others will be uplifted in new ways and others will be energized in the ways they’ve experienced before.
Mother Nature invites you to love her and to feel her love for you.
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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More... Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~
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No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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Have a Merry Month of May...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
ShapeShifter seductive smooch from the Kougar...
A dancing parrot named Snowball has shown researchers that birds really do dance to music. Dr Aniruddh Patel, of the Neurosciences Institute in San Diego, California, was so 'stunned' by a popular YouTube video of Snowball moving in near-perfect time to the Backstreet Boys' song "Everybody," that he went to see the sulphur-crested cockatoo in person. Patel increased and decreased the music's tempo and found that the bird is in fact listening to and following along with the beat.
*Happiness* was incomparable erotic romance author, Mima’s theme for Flash Fiction Sunday at the Liquid Silver SEx blog. Gem Sivad’s sex-hot flash led the way...
Below is the Kougar’s creation, one she had no idea would turn out the way it did... well, meow-except for the fact she pens erotic romance...
Happiness...
I
“Happiness,” I repeat, then loose a long breath and rest my chin on the heel of my propped up hand. “I’ve always found it elusive and, in the end, an illusion. What about you?” I lower my eyelids languorously gazing at the Roithiq man seated across from me. We sit at a small table in the intimate area of an interplanetary entertainment club where I perform my poetry to music. I don’t know him, only knowing he’s frequented the club recently.
“The more happiness is offered to one who truly desires it, that is the happiness I seek,” he replies.
II
His voice is resonant, quiet as still deep water, yet the sound floods through me, a sensual possession from my womaness to a place near my soul.
“I’m not certain that qualifies as a real response.” I shift positions curling my body so my arms comfortably hug my legs, all the while keeping my gaze on him. He is tall, his body build all lean ruthless muscle. Yet, his comportment is grand. I would guess he is from one of the Roithiq ruling families, who are known as real rulers, not tyrants who rule for the sake of power itself.
III
“Actually,” I stab my voice toward him, “ it sounds like a way to get the woman of your choice into your impassioned clutches.”
He allows himself a slow blink of his eyes as he regards me. In the semi-darkness of this area I cannot see the color of his eyes. Even the teal tint of his skin is hidden in the dim light and he appears to be a dark shade of bronze. “It is, in one respect,” he concedes. “It is also a truth I abide by.”
I nod a bit and consider whether I should converse with him.
IV
I’m in the mood for an exploration of his mind, of his soul. Yet... how dangerous is the water I swim in, if I satisfy my gnawing curiosity. Will the whirlpool that he could be snatch me beneath the surface for too long? I know I have limits, even though I step over them every now and again, at my own peril.
“You are aware,” I begin, “this room in the club is for a meeting of the minds, for a discussion between us. No invitation to carnality is allowed.” I lean forward slightly, tightening my arms around my legs.”
V
Blatantly, I peer at his angular striking features, which fascinate my artistic eye... hoping he doesn’t leave.
“This is where you are. So this is where I am happy.”
He’d spoken the word ‘happy’ with a slight hesitation. I knew it wasn’t his racial accent in using the common language of this galactic sector. Still, I consoled myself with the thought that he’d made no overt offer to bed me. In truth, I could have gone a hundred different directions with his words, feasting on the richness that was his mind and soul for as long as he allowed it.
VI
Yes, I could have mentally ravished him for as long as he engaged in our conversation... until I understood what he was composed of as an individual. I even sensed he wanted that from me. But he desired something else I didn’t want to give him.
“Mercy,” I softly utter and eye him directly. “I offer you mercy. Either I can leave the table. Or you can leave.”
I watch his eyes narrow after my words. I couldn’t detect if any other part of his body moved. His power, the power he was at his core, reached out enveloping me.
VII
Not as a way to harm me, or to convince me. Although, I knew he would, could use it to persuade me, if he so chose. His power, it was simply who he was, especially in this kind of situation. It was who he had been trained to be by his upbringing and by his life.
I realized, also, I brought out his power. His force. The force of his being. Straightening against the back of the simple chair I observe him consider his next move for far too long.
“Mercy is not what I desire from you.” He pauses.
VIII
His gaze reminds me of slow-motion lightning, the type that flashes on the mountaintops of my homeworld. From a pinpoint in the dark sky, it gradually surges, becoming an immense globe of light, and often blazed in magnificent prism colors. “My happiness,” he continues, “depends on your desire to learn about me.”
“That is only part of the truth.” I fire my own lightning, far too impatiently, and restrain my urge to move restlessly.
He grants me a flicker of a smile. “Few know me to any depth.”
“That I can believe.” I lower my legs in an easy movement.
IX
“Am I supposed to ask, why is that?” I challenge. My chin returns to the heel of my hand. I blatantly study him, searching for what remains hidden inside his boldly shining eyes... like obsidian in the dimness. I assume the man prefers to be enigmatic, whether for a good reason or not, I don’t know. However, I imagine it is a valued skill in his realm. How could it not be?
With latent grace he slightly shakes his splendid mane of hair, an imperious gesture and at the same time, one that is a primitive sign of his power.
X
“What question may I answer which will ensure your happiness?” His tone is the deepest black of night.
I admit I didn’t see that strategic move coming from him. Obviously his arsenal of counter-moves is huge. Yes, learning about someone else is often like warfare, or swordplay, a long series of countering strikes until victory is achieved, or defeat is acknowledged. Or it ends as a draw between the combatants.
I go for simplicity after a tornadic spin of looking for the most advantageous strike. “Why are you here tonight?”
“I am here, my beautiful poetess, to offer you happiness.”
XI
I begin to rise slowly, as if he is a deadly panther stalking me. Keeping my every movement slow and flowing, I deliberately stand. “I cannot accept the ‘happiness’ you are offering.”
His eyes blaze, stunning colors that flash by too swiftly to be properly identified, “Are you certain?” His tone is confidant, yet cautious in its natural arrogance. “I am voyaging to Crestlilyth. I wish you to be my companion.”
Companion... the word cuts a mighty swathe though my body as I pivot away from him. Companion means virtually his enslaved woman, his to pleasure and take pleasure from.
XII
Before I know it my body bends forward as if a laser weapon has cut across my belly. No, never mind I’ve wanted to travel to Crestlilyth since I learned about the golden-bright world, a paradise for thousands of animal species.
I hear him leap up and feel his concern. “You are not well. May I assist you?”
Sensations twist through me. None I understand. I feel as though a sweep of wind could carry me away.
“Please, let me assist you.”
I sink to my knees watching the floor rise to meet me.
He kneels down beside me rapidly.
XIII
His gaze pierces me as he takes the measure of my face. Gently his hand flattens on my back and it is as if his touch sustains me. When he places his other hand beneath my elbow, I am compelled to rise beside him as he elegantly and powerfully stands.
“Crestlilyth,” I say breathlessly. I swear every ounce of my intelligence has deserted me.
“Happiness,” he purrs. The seductive vibration teases the flesh of my ear, tempting me in all those places I don’t want to be tempted. I almost whimper.
“Yes.” The whisper gushes from me. “I want happiness.”
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 127 ~
Sylva took what he gave her, panting like a wanton. “Oh, Zeke,” she cried out several times, her bliss excruciating. The tightness of her gown’s bodice on her breasts added to her delirium of pleasure, the constant friction turning her nipples into buds of ecstasy. In contrast the building ache around her clit was fast becoming unbearable. “Zeke,” she pleaded and tried widening her thighs. Leaning over her, he trapped her knees, pressing down. She gripped the arms of the divan and reveled in the hard thrusting ride he delivered to her pussy. “Yes,” she chanted, her orgasm rising, spiking.
Zeke drank in her impassioned features and the gorgeous carnal movement of her breasts above the gown as he pummeled her sheath. God’s own breath, he’d never felt like such a fierce stud. He knew it was not only her aroused beauty that had him even more ravenous for her, for what he could give her, it was also how much she desired him, how much she craved his powerful mounting of her. How much she enjoyed what he took from her. She was all flaming and yearning woman. All his. She bloomed before his eyes, beautiful with her orgasm.
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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 ~ 126 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/forums ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
~~~~~~HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogged about serial flashing and added to more installments to her Flash ~ The Heart’s Misunderstanding ~
Monday ~ Jude offered a fabulous passage from latest release, THE LOOK, and a wonderful word tour of South Africa.
Saturday ~ Linda talks about how a telescope and stargazing influenced her novel.
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SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog ~
Sun Morning snip-it... by Serena Shay ~ this is a fierce-wild tease you’ll definitely enjoy~
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ RomanticSynonmous ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~
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No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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Happy Aquarian Age
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Kisses of happiness from the Kougar...
Evening, my verra special KitKats... it’s Free Comic Book Day... snarling-gee, is that synchronicity or what? with yesterday’s release of HER INSATIABLE DARK HEROES, a superhero and superheroine erotic romance.
Today, the Kougar has been claw-clicking busy on the Siren-Bookstrand loop ~ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SirenBookstrand/ ~ for most of the day... enjoying the excerpts and the chatter-ings. One of moi’s greatest pleasures in life, other than erotic passions... is the varied ways authors and creative types express themselves... the sheer variety is intoxicating and uplifting. Meow-say Jimi Hendrix in contrast with the recent phenome, Susan Boyle. Humans, as they are on Earth, are endlessly creative. When one depth of expression occurs, is reached, another one is created.
Okay... purring... more esoteric than the Kougar intended... however and tail-flicking yawn... moi’s creativity spills forth like a veritable geyser at times.
Thusly, FIRST for the Big Cats... before it is posted tomorrow during the time set aside for erotic romance... a scene which takes place between Kalypso and Zryphus after their written love story in MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ~
Torture by Ribbon
May 1, 2051 ~
Zryphus watched his Kalypso saunter back inside their bedroom. She’d been outside caring for her horses and having what he called a wild thing romp with her dogs. Instead of grabbing her as he often did and beginning their own wild carnal romp, he remained sprawled on the immense bed he’d imported from his world, his head resting on his locked hands.
She slanted a glance at him. “You’re not getting dressed.”
Ignoring him, she pulled the band from her ponytail, then languorously shook her hair. The thick luxuriant waves of golden strawberry cascaded down her back, the ends brushing over the blatant thrust of her butt.
“This is the first day of May,” he rumbled, taunting her.
“I suppose you expect me to dance merrily around ‘your maypole’.” She flipped her gaze to him, saucily planted one hand on her hip and perused his sentinel-standing cock briefly. “I’m getting dressed for the picnic.” Half-turning, she tossed her loose hair over one shoulder. Looking back, she gave him a Mae West smile. “Besides, there’s a larger maypole waiting for me.”
“This is a private maypole,” he seductively purred the way he knew turned her inside out for him. “IT only wants one woman dancing merrily around it.”
She rolled her shoulder in a ‘so what’ gesture, yet her cheek flushed prettily pink with her arousal. “IT doesn’t always get what IT wants.” Her tone was stern and she tilted her hip, a sumptuous feminine move, as she prepared to shrug out of her large shirt, then slip off her shorts.
Picking up a long length of pastel blue ribbon, Zryphus dangled it above his chest. “Your own private maypole,” he tempted.
Whirling around, she glared at him, then frowned at the ribbon. “It would serve IT right if I ‘only’ merrily wrapped the maypole, then skipped happily on my away to enjoy the picnic where everyone is expecting us... you know, the Sheriff and her personal Private Investigator.”
Zryphus fastened his half-lidded gaze on her. “Teach me a lesson, gorgeous.” He’d kept his tone serious while he grinned on the inside and wiggled the ribbon invitingly.
“There is no teaching you a lesson, you lout,” she accused, marching toward him. Her eyes glittered beautifully with her ire, causing his cock to strengthen. She snatched the ribbon from him. Her entire posture changed to sultry challenge as she stroked the ribbon between her thumb and finger with a dainty finesse.
An instant later, she let the ribbon sinuously dangle above his cock’s head and smiled like a feline who decided how to torment, then play with her prey. With agonizing slowness, she lowered it, until the satiny end barely touched the tip flesh of his straining cock. Her touch utterly delicate, she brushed the end over his cock’s head teasing his slit.
Zryphus felt the cords of his neck tighten like a son of a gun. Still, he kept himself from encouraging her in any way. That would guarantee him she’d leave him with only the ribbon for company. Hell’s blazes, already pleasure razored through him.
“Torture by ribbon,” she naughtily crooned. Lightly, she circled the end over his cock’s head and gradually swirled the ribbon downward.
“Torture,” he barked. Groaning, he didn’t move as she gracefully swirled the ribbon beneath his head and around the thickness of his shaft. Gods of Eros, her ribbon torture was exquisite. The silky slipping of the small strand jolted through his loins.
“Here we go ‘round the maypole,” she sang teasingly. “‘Round the maypole. Here we go ‘round the maypole.”
She circled the ribbon down the entire length of his cock with a daintiness and a deliberate sensuality that surprised him and made him ache to launch inside her fire-sweet sheath. His cock jerked and oozed with his seed.
“Come here,” he growled.
“What”s the matter, big bad boy? Can’t take a little winding of the maypole?” She spiraled the ribbon up his cock a little faster. The sensations spiked through his balls and up his loins, killing him with ache and pleasure. Still, he didn’t move, didn’t grab for her like a lewd barbarian. Not yet.
“Kalypso.” He grunted, forcing his hands not to claim her goddess-small waist, then haul her next to him.
“Here we go ‘round the maypole, the maypole,” she seductively sang, her tone tongue-in-cheek.
Wrapping his cock like a barber’s pole, she tightened the ribbon, then pulled upwards, slowly dragging it over his shaft. The sensual eroticism paralyzed his body while pangs of ecstasy spun up his middle.
“This is fun,” she enthusiastically drawled, her gaze locked on his throbbing desperate shaft. “I wonder...” Using both hands she carefully wrapped the long ribbon around his cock, turning it into a mummy. “Hmmm, that is pretty.” She slipped the end beneath a lower band, and gave a tiny tug. Stepping back, she gazed at her handiwork. “Pretty as a Spring time picture. Yep, pretty in pastel blue. Who needs pink? Besides, you’re a boy.”
Giving a satisfied toss of her head, she whirled around to leave him.
“Kalypso.” Zryphus launched off the bed, his beribboned cock swinging like a heavy pole. Capturing her with ferocity of a viking, he tossed his woman onto the bed, then landed beside her. “Time to unwind the maypole,” he growled.
“I like IT the way it is,” she protested, shoving at his chest. The more she pushed against him, the farther her body moved backwards. “Damnit, you big Zerculeon beast!”
Sweeping his arm beneath her, Zryphus rolled above her and made her delectable mouth his captive. He kissed her with all the passionate savagery boiling through his blood. For her. Only for her.
“Unwind the maypole,” she panted, once he’d freed her ardently punished lips.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 126 ~
Sylva felt the support of the divan as she reclined back, opening her thighs wider. It was obviously designed for enhancing sex. Oh god, his cock struck... amazingly heavy and strong. Her whole body ached and sweltered deliciously for what he could give her. Sylva had the fleeting thought her soul ached for him as much as her womanhood. Powerfully, he plunged... and she was reminded of a javelin thrown, sliding inside her... claiming her in the most intimate way... also claiming her at the most primal level. Sylva had a feeling her cowboy would always claim her this way.
Zeke lunged, owning his bride’s sheath one inch at a time. Her wet blazing juices slickened his cock to a new version of heaven. It was her branding of him and he loved it. Though, he doubted his precious wife knew how boldly her femininity claimed him. Zeke pumped deeper, his insides seared with pure pleasure. He wanted her woman’s essence gloving him the way her quim gloved his stud shaft. He wanted to feel her at every level of who he was. “That’s it, my little Sylva, take what I can give you,” he rasped. “Ride the bronco, darlin’.”
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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 ~ 125 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogged about serial flashing and added to more installments to her Flash ~ The Heart’s Misunderstanding ~
Monday ~ Jude offered a fabulous passage from latest release, THE LOOK, and a wonderful word tour of South Africa.
Saturday ~ Linda talks about how a telescope and stargazing influenced her novel.
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For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ RomanticSynonmous ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~
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No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
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Happy Aquarian Age
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Beribboned kisses from the Kougar...
Maaooowww... the Kougar could not resist this line she came UP with for promo-ing HER INSATIABLE DARK HEROES... meow-dancing-wow...
It’s been such a whirlwind moi hasn’t had time to yowling-gush over her own cover art... which she absolutely adores and is thrilled to the core over. Tail-happily waving. Thank you, Jinger Heaston!!!
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Halloween-loving KitKats, for this month author, Belinda McBride is have a celebration of the spooky holiday at her blog ~ http://belindam.blogspot.com ~
She is having guest bloggers and on May 22nd , the Kougar will be posting a bloggie about BLACK CAT BEAUTY, her Liquid Silver Halloween novella.
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May 2nd and 3rd ~ THEME WEEKEND at Siren-BookStrand... feline-curious about all those fab authors and their incredible books... come on over and join us... the Kougar has paw-penned two new scenes ~ one between Sedona and Volcano ~ and the other between Kalypso and Zryphus... yes, this one is a x-rated maypole scene ~
Here’s the info from the exceptional author herself, who organized everything, Lindsay Townsend ~
"In the spring and a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love..."
..... in ALL its wonderful forms!
We are having a THEME WEEKEND WITH A DIFFERENCE at Siren Bookstrand, on the PUBLIC LOOP on May 2nd - 3rd.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SirenBookstrand/ ~
We open on Saturday morning with sweet and sensual romance. Grab an early coffee or cuppa and come join us in a celebration of male-female romance for all! Our BOOKSTRAND MAINSTREAM authors will be there to chat and share their excerpts.
Come see - you will find many names and friends whom you know. (Many of our talented SirenBookstrand authors write widely within the romance genre: as you will discover.)
At 2pm EST until late Saturday night, we feature titles, excerpts and authors from the MENAGE AMOUR line, where love and romance comes in many forms. Chat to our writers about this exciting form! Many best-sellers!
On SUNDAY MORNING it's GBLT - strong, erotic, loving romance. M/M, F/F and others. Passion, love and trust. Powerful, unforgettable stories! Many best-sellers!
At 2pm EST until late Sunday night, we will be featuring work from SIREN. Erotic male-female romance with happy endings. Many best-sellers!
Through the weekend there will be a chance for you to put your questions to our writers and for our writers to share details of their latest releases. Bring your coffee and enjoy.
Best wishes, Lindsay
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 125 ~
Sylva surrounded the head of his cock with her mouth, gently sucking. She reveled in the silky heat and the large shape of him, languidly sucking as if he were the most luscious candy. Hating it whenever a man tried to force her to do more than she wanted to do, she desperately hoped he didn’t expect her to drain his cock. She definitely wasn’t ready for that. She simply wanted to enjoy the feel of his manhood. “Sylva... darlin’,” he hoarsely called. “Enough, please, darlin’. I won’t be able to stand.” She caressed her mouth from his cock’s head.
Zeke palmed her head, stroking over her hair. “I want that fiery sweet pussy of yours.” She leaned back raising the gown higher. “Yes,” she pleaded. Parting her thighs, she offered herself to him. Bewitched by the lovely erotic picture she made, Zeke widened his stance and aimed his hungry hitching cock. He plunged, his shaft sinking inside her sheath’s entrance. “Oh, god,” she moaned, then rolled from side to side at the waist. Zeke lunged deeper, groaning with his stallion-primitive pleasure. Her eyes flew to him, bright as azure sky. “Come on, bronco, give me a real bucking ride.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 124 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
~~~~~~
HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogged about serial flashing and added to more installments to her Flash ~ The Heart’s Misunderstanding ~
Monday ~ Jude offered a fabulous passage from latest release, THE LOOK, and a wonderful word tour of South Africa.
Saturday ~ Linda talks about how a telescope and stargazing influenced her novel.
~~~
For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ RomanticSynonmous ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~
~~~
A personal thought from the Kougar... moi remembers back in 1976 when the so-called swine flu raised its ugly head... she graduated college that year... the flu vaccine, instead of saving people, killed a lot of people who took the shots... NOT this Big Cat Girl who hates needles and has never had a flu shot in her entire life... and now there is some evidence to suggest that particular vaccine killed people years later... please, be careful, my darling Kittens...
~~~
No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
~~~
Happy Aquarian Age
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Insatiable smoochies form the Kougar...
Good late evening, my lovely Big Cats, the Kougar is forced to wonder why her tires don’t like her. Yes, they are expected to travel on gravel roads, although, not that often. Yes, they roll through the mud... well, because the roads are muddy with Spring rains. But yowling-heck, moi doesn’t kick them or claw them, or even gnaw on them for sport. Yet... they keep flattening themselves. The Kougaress has never had this much problem with tires as she’s had this last year. Why... purrrrr-rumble, she’s never even cursed her tires.
Then, when she bothers to have a little inflater, the one that is powered by the cigarette lighter... well, damn and roar, the stupid latch-on thing doesn’t work and just lets the air out of the tires... plus, the hand pump doesn’t work for the same reason... so, the eventual solution... spending three hundred dollars for free delivery of a small air compressor, tire inflation stuff *which she had, but not enough of*... and a stock up on other supplies, thankfully, needed... and happy-yep, small compressor worked!!!
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On the Eve... Chrontropolis begins... yes, the Kougar is paw-dancing excited about the release of HER INSATIABLE DARK HEROES - ~ from Siren’s Menage Amour line.
Here, for the Big Cats, is a Sexcerpt. The Harbinger-altered supermen of Chrontropolis have become more primitive and *insatiable* in their sexual needs and desires, especially when they bond with their one woman, who generally undergoes her own sexual change to super-charged.
Sexcerpt ~
“Do what you want.” Zotorro slid his hands beneath her, seizing the globes of her creamy voluptuous ass like a primitive. “I know what I want. Her butt filling my hands while I stroke inside her tight little hole.”
Zavier trained his gaze on Zotorro, as did Zent and Zion. A split second later, he asked what the three of them wanted to know. “You were with her?”
“You f—” Zion compressed his lips, looked down at her, then spoke. “All the way?”
Zotorro regarded them for the barest instant. “Once.” Blinking, he stared down at her kwim, his whole body tightening as hard as his cock. “Not like this.” He struck inside her swiftly, then paused, seemingly savoring the moment as if bliss itself wrapped around his rod. His entire face was a picture of rapture. “God, I want her. I’ve always wanted her. Wendra, I want you.”
He plunged again, deep, then halted. His hands worked the beautiful flesh of her ass, molding and squeezing possessively. “Next time I’m tonguing your clit, baby.”
Deliberate and with no compromise, he speared his cock in and out of her, his rhythm fast. His jade eyes burned like live coals and remained on her face. She had thrown her head back as far as she could, her expression one of abandoned pleasure. Zent and Zion fondled the swells of her breasts, idly pinching her nipples. They roved caresses along her sides, reveling in her shape.
Manacling her wrists in one hand, Zavier captured her hair, twisting the heavy silkiness around his fist. Kneeling, he pulled downward just enough to keep her trapped the way that would give her more pleasure and make her utterly theirs at the same time. She moaned, a fragile sound of feminine helplessness, a surrender to her need for them, for what they could do to her and make her feel. At her core that’s what she wanted. Though, he knew there was still a part of her that wanted to fight for her independence. Her ecstasy kept her a willing hostage.
Zavier devoured her lips with his gaze. They were ripe like juicy strawberries, their shape both sexy and adorable. Her mouth was a luxury he wanted use of, often—beneath his lips and on his body.
“That’s it. Do her.” Zent’s growl was crude, carnal. He scraped his nail up her teat.
Zavier merged his awareness with Wendy enough to gauge how she reacted to Zent. Bursts of new arousal coiled through her overriding her shock.
“Give it her.” Zion followed with his own growl, caught up in the heathen rut Zotorro performed, his cock owning her kwim. Bending to her bright red nipple, Zion lightly bit down several times.
She cried out, her eyelids winging open fast. “Yes. Oh God, yes, more.”
“That’s it, Wendra princess,” Zotorro roughly sang to her. “How hard do you want it? Harder?”
“Harder.” She was barely able to speak beyond her raging ecstasy.
“Give it to her harder. Make her tits dance for us.” Zent tweaked her tall rigid nipple, then sank his nails in. He pulled her teat straight up and tweaked hard, alternating over and over again, as Zotorro increased the pace of his long wicked thrusts.
“Shake her for us,” Zion darkly encouraged. Raising his head up, he clamped her nipple between his fingers and twisted.
“Harder, Wendy, I’m going to give it to you harder.”
“Please.” She panted.
“Yes, baby.”
She screamed softly and continued with each pounding lunge of Zotorro’s cock. Her gorgeous body jiggled and shook with each thrust, an erotic enticement that had them all groaning low in their throats.
And had them all planning on what they were going to do to her next. Zavier knew, witnessing it on their stone-carved faces, and in the fierce, hot way they handled her body. Hell to the Almighty, he knew what he wanted to do.
And he knew what he wanted to make her do. Once he took care of her and made certain she was okay.
“Just a little harder, Wendy,” Zotorro harshly rasped. “And you’ll be flying in flame around my rod.” His body gleamed with sweat, his muscles defined as splendidly as any ancient god’s in their exertion.
“You never thought you’d want it this hard, did you?”
She gurgled a scream of bliss. The flushing stain of her climax traveled up from her mound.
“Did you?” Zotorro demanded. He sank his cock inside her, a final ruthless thrust. His orgasm glowed over his physique, and glowed his eyes to white fire. Then he nearly collapsed, his pleasure so overwhelming he nearly lost consciousness.
Springing up, Zion and Zent grabbed his arms, supporting him.
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HAVE A HAPPY MAY DAY!
~ DANCE AROUND THE POLES OF THE DARK BROTHERS ~
~~~~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 124 ~
Sylva basked in the dance of their tongues together. Feeling like a seductress, she moaned and increased the sensual tempo until he groaned, a desperate sound a man made when he wanted his cock inside a woman. Lessening the play of their lips and tongues, Sylva flowed her palms down her cowboy’s taut gloriously-hard torso. She cupped the large strong point of his manhood briefly. Gentling her mouth from his, she whispered, “Is that bronco ready to buck inside me?” She let the weight of her hand drift down the brute length of his straining cock. He sharply yelled a groan.
Zeke clenched his eyes in pure heaven and pure hell, his need for her excruciating. “Ready,” he growled through gritted teeth. Unerringly, he opened his pants so his engorged shaft would ease toward her. “Yes,” he heard her murmur, mere impassioned breath. Slowly, lightly, she stroked her palm up his cock, then molded him with her hand. “Mmmmm...” she hummed. “One little taste first.” Her lips feather-touched the top of his cock’s head, and settled softly. Zeke mentally turned himself into a statue to keep himself from ramming inside her. Dang, he was a luck y son of a gun.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 123 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
~~~~~~
HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Wednesday ~ the Kougar blogged about serial flashing and added to more installments to her Flash ~ The Heart’s Misunderstanding ~
Monday ~ Jude offered a fabulous passage from latest release, THE LOOK, and a wonderful word tour of South Africa.
Saturday ~ Linda talks about how a telescope and stargazing influenced her novel.
~~~
For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ RomanticSynonmous ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ Siren-BookStrand blog ~
~~~
A personal thought from the Kougar... moi remembers back in 1976 when the so-called swine flu raised its ugly head... she graduated college that year... the flu vaccine, instead of saving people, killed a lot of people who took the shots... NOT this Big Cat Girl who hates needles and has never had a flu shot in her entire life... and now there is some evidence to suggest that particular vaccine killed people years later... please, be careful, my darling Kittens...
~~~
No! Internet Two... Resistance is victory...
~~~
Happy Aquarian Age
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Chrontropolis kisses from the Kougar...
Yowling-good evening, my lovely Big Cats. The Kougaress had to do some stock-up shopping today in town, which is about 25 minutes away since moi is a country cat gal.
