One Night

Open Email

You are cordially invited to One Night Only. You have been chosen out of many to come to this location at this time. Once you arrive you will be notified to which room you are assigned to. This is your opportunity to let all your inhibitions and fears be left outside the door.

If you choose not to accept, please just trash the message. You will receive this only once. You will never be contacted again. The ball is in your court; it is up to you to decide.

I looked at that message several times and wondered who was playing a game with me. One Night Only sounds like a setup.  What does it mean leave your inhibitions behind? I’m thinking about who knows what I like. I was very careful.

Everything I did could not make one think that I like a more decadent lifestyle. I looked over the e-mail and there it was. Something that I didn’t notice before in the corner. A Raven standing on top of a whip. Shit that was from the shop I went to a month ago.

I remember now I was talking to the assistant owner, and he kept looking at me as if he knew more than what I was letting on. I just walked in there not knowing what I really wanted but after talking to him I realized I wanted more then what just the items can provide.

I sat there looking at the message for twenty minutes before I clicked on accept. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty. It was alright, nobody would figure this out because I look like someone who likes to keep to themselves. I’m not too flashy and when I speak, I barely say much. It’s in ten days so I have enough time to build up my courage for something that’s only going to happen for one night.

I don’t know what I’m hoping for but I’m tired of not knowing what I need.

He looked up at the acceptance, but he was not surprised. I didn’t realize that he was being watched.

“Don’t know why do you have that smile on your face? I haven’t seen that in a very long time what’s going on?”

Looking up from the computer I see Samantha smiling at me and she genuinely cares about me. So,it didn’t bother me so much to let her know about things that I like.

“Remember that woman that came into the shop the other day and she seemed a little lost? ”

Samantha looked at me with questioning eyes trying to remember what I’m talking about.

“It doesn’t matter. What matter is I reached out to her and she accepted.”

She stood there with her mouth slightly open not fully understanding what I had done but she waited before she said anything and that’s what I appreciate about her.

“I invited her to the One Night Only.”

Realization finally dawned and I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I was going to have from her, but I did not expect her to jump up and down like a schoolgirl as if this was the best present she’s ever received.

“I’m so glad you’re trying to get out there again.”

“It is only for one night and I think we both would greatly benefit from what will happen.”

“But what if some connection…”

“No. There can be no connection. I don’t think I can handle that. Not after what happened.”

She stopped bouncing and she looked at me with sad eyes. I didn’t want that look, I just wanted a friend to understand.

“Alright since it’s only one night you better put your best foot forward so she can understand that there is more to life than just hiding. I remember who you’re talking about now and it seems like she wants more but doesn’t understand the more that she wants will be liberating if she only lets her guard down.” Samantha sat with her arms crossed exposing the tattoo that she had on her forearm that’s said ‘Take me now as I am.’

I looked at her and nodded because I got the same feeling from her and at the same time it may heal me as well.

(Hi my fire starters. Hope you are all doing well and keeping warm with passion fire. This is only the beginning. lol)

Should I?

Should I write about heated nights

And secret rendezvous

Of passionate kisses

And special paddles and tools

Should I write, about what would scare

The normal’s in society

What they would deem impropriety

The question is what should I write?

For tonight feels different

 than any other night

Is there a fullness to the moon

That is awakening the beast

Is there a shift in the tide

Making my mouth water waiting to feast

I do not want you to kneel and wait

Stand up, hands behind your neck

Ah yes that is a perfect display

Are you worried about the pleasure I receive pet

Why swallow so many times

We have not started the fun

Do you see my cat of nine’s

Is it that your skin holds no marks

Is that what is disturbing my peace

That little spark

Maybe it is nothing at all

The primal need to want you to beg me

Eventually crawl

Stand there and think

While you do,

 I will go to the sink

Where something special is there for you

Can you guess?

Let your mind go crazy

I want it too

Come cum lets not be lazy

Clink

Did you jump

Its your present that fell

In the sink

No more talking

No more delay

We have discussed this

Bend and lets play

I AM HERE

I have been floundering for the past couple of months. Could not find my footing on stable ground.

You must think that it is normal for people to go through this. It could be I do not know. Something happened recently that reminded me who I am. Which also reveals a fault of mine.

I see the best and the possibility of who people can be. Not seeing what was really going on.

It is easy to blame me. So, they did. Yes, you read right. They. So, I decided the best course of action is to stay with my mini circle. I know who they are and they know me without judgement, because I am not perfect, but I am not the scape goat either.

I have a friend who every once and awhile asks “Where are you?”

That is not asking about me physically but mentally. I need that sometimes because I get lost trying to be someone I thought they wanted. Enough of that.

I am writing this here because I am inconsistent and I need to change all of that and need to focus.

The year is almost up and I should have completed a couple of projects already, but I have gotten lost. I am back now and I am going to take you with me on my journey. Poetry is coming and Stories.

This is my heart, my love and my passion.

I have not said this line in a long time, but it is fitting to bring it back.

Let us stroke the fire until it burns, my fire starters. Fia Naturie is back.

Water (poem)

This should feel

Soothing to fevered flesh

This is gift

That requires no thank you’s

Instead

It does what it was not meant to

Spurs and ignites

The tenderness deceives

Taunt flesh

Should ease

Tightens in places

Oh god the places

It surrounds

In false security

Like a child held in warmth

Break away once and the chill

Reveals pebbled flesh

Dusted peaks scream

Need

Relief is not close

Still

The offer of tenderness

With the lap of soft foam

Should I continue

To enjoy the offer

Or leave making this

A torment that cannot

Be replicated

Run

I want you to run from me
Run as far as you can
Once I decide to set my sights
My vision will only see you
I will not be able to restrain myself
I will stay in the shadow and watch
You will feel me there
You will never see me there
Take the out
Run
I feel it just at the surface
Itching to be released
To consume you
Swallowing your fear like an aphrodisiac
Your eyes widening
Revealing everything
You secretly know… don’t you
That you are the rabbit
Not the pure, pristine rabbit
The one you should have been a cat
The number of lives you used
Trying to get away
The forest has no panic button
I am the wolf
Salivating from the sound of a rapid heart
Fighting the urge to chase
Do not taunt me
You know what and who I am
I watch you swallow
A nervous penchant
Shows the effect of what is occurring
You walk towards
Run
Run away
This is the last of the warnings
You come closer
The more I lose myself in this
The more you will have to endure

How are you all? I am writing out of sequence. This is the second part. The first is called Think and the third is called Behind the Door. The secret will be announced soon.

Count Down Surprise

Hello, fire starters. I have been holding back a secret that I can now share with you. (Well… I have other secrets too…. not ready to share though)

I will be attending BOOK CON 2026 at New Yorks Jacob Javits center. It will be 4/18 and 4/19. This convention will show case traditionally published authors and indie authors.

I will have a table representing Hypo Frost Magazine and my e bookstore. Not only that. I will have my own published book Rum Over Whiskey there.

I would be doing a disservice by not saying that I did try to reach out to authors on WordPress to see if they would like their work to be placed on my table and in my bookstore.

Unfortunately, I think they may have thought I was a scam or bot. I will try to reach out again. If you are curious about me and what I do. I will be officially starting a newsletter. I did try a test run, and it was ok but with all new things it takes time to master.

I am so excited to share this with all of you. Until next post. Have a great day.

My Love (Poem)

My love does not lay in a bed of roses

nor does my love like to follow a trail of dying petals.

My love does not have poise’s woven into her hair,

My love is not conventional.

It is potent

Dash away the repetitive symbols,

For my love do not require these objects.

For my love will always cherish the moments.

The memory of the first hand holding,

The first held breath,

The first gentle and  truth in a kiss.

My love is not in the past,

but ever present in the now.

Fia Naturie

My opinion on Word Press

I have been trying different platforms to see how they differ from Word Press. I am going to say this.

There is so much more engagement in readership here than in any other platform. I gave the other platforms ample time before I came to this conclusion.

Word Press people at least attempt to reach out once in a while verbally but their likes are worth a lot. It means even though they may not know what to say or they are uncomfortable speaking to a stranger they like your content enough to give it a star.

I have been posting stories and now poetry here for a long time. I have seen the difference. No one has to like what you do that is not what I am saying. What I am saying is that people want to see that they are at least being seen. The count that shows who seen the work is a great indicator.

I have closed down the sites because I know that no one is even trying to give new people a read. That is why I noticed that “influencers” have been pushing their platform hard and the point that they are being sponsored.

I could leave it there, open and forget about it but why? There are too many things created and left for dead. I would rather bury it and move on.

I am sure people have other sites they write on and that is cool but I find it strange that these site claim to be the best with getting traffic to you post.

That is all that is on my mind today. Have to work on my spoken word poem to post on my site. Have a good night.