Monday, June 8, 2015

A Day at the Races by Pat Cunningham

"Get away from the door!" somebody shouted.

Rosalia barely had the chance to twitch her tail out of harm's way in time. The bar's door slammed open and five bare-chested studs charged in, lathered up and stinking up a storm. Normally Rosalia found stallion sweat a turn-on, but not in herd form. She wrinkled her nose and sent sympathetic vibes to the patrons who hurriedly vacated their stools.

The stud with the red-blond mane reached the bar first. "I win!" he whinnied. "Malt whiskey!" 


Wishing you romance on the wild side… 

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

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