Snow Moon Miracles to one and all. Howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
So, a huge ole snowstorm hit my tame prairie. Although, I didn't lose power, and didn't get the brunt of the white out conditions... thank you, Divine... the phone line went on the fritz, and I lost my dial-up connection at about five thirty in the morning. I was closing in on the end of my flash scene. But, since I didn't finish, I'll plan to post on Thursday.
In the meantime... here are Six X-Sentences on my 'coming soon' erotic romance menage.
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HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS
Chapter Sixty-two:
Sherilyn whimpered against Zance's lips...
Chapter Sixty-two:
Sherilyn whimpered against Zance's lips...
Sherilyn whimpered against Zance's lips, wanting Dontoya to handle her breasts beneath the hot swirling water. He rumbled a growl, then smoothed his palms over her generous curves.
At the same time, his shaft slid up and down her pussy slit. Sherilyn drowned in the pleasurable sensations, as Dontoya glided his hands over her breasts, boldly fondling.
Her moans vibrated Zance's mouth, and his tongue penetrated, lustily tangling with hers. The flavor of his cheroot--blended with his man's taste--sizzled her pussy parts even more.
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~ Have a Magickal Snow Moon Week ~
Savanna
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
4 comments:
You're not part of that Midwest whiteout, are you? Jeez, that looks brutal. You're lucky all you lost was phone service. Look at it this way: the robocalls couldn't break into your writing time.
So far my part of the Northeast has just missed out on the worst of the weather. I don't know if that's due to Democrats in the White House, or just chance.
But whoa! Those six sentences ought to be enough to melt any amount of snow! Readers in New England are thanking you right now.
~Whew~ Sherilyn is one lucky gal!!
~fanning myself~
I didn't get the worst of the snowstorm... but there are a lot of drifts out there that came up to my knees... I just walked through some.
Yeah, I'm glad the power is still on!
I hope those six sentences warms up anyone who needs it, and melts their snow overload.
She is, isn't she? ~wicked smiles~
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