Update on writing posts!

So the story I just started call How many times must I die. Will be changed to Seven Deaths. It suits the story line better. Also you will see that I posts different pics of the character and you may get confused as to why I switch the main character looks. That will be explained as well in the  story.

As for The Call of the Dhampir I am at the mid to end point of that story so do not worry I did not drop the ball. It is taking time to figure out where everyone will end up.

As always I do love feed backs and star if you like what I have written. Other surprises will be announced. I am so excited.

Until next we meet. Keep it burning. (I do not own picture)

Wicked Wednesday is back

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Hello to all my fire starters out there. I am sorry that I have left you so long that the fire has died down to ash. Let’s throw some new longs on the fire shall we. Fia is ready to set it a blaze.

Q: Fia I hope you have not permantly stopped with your site. Here is my Q that needs your A urgently. My problem is Dryness. Yes I am so dry when I has sex with my friend that I have to have lube. Now just recently I had oral sex with another friend of mine. (Which his/her tongue should be length checked) I was sooo wet he said it was more than a mouth full. WTF? I am confused help.

A: How long is that tongue honey? Got me wondering. Here is what I think is happening. The first guy is on go with out trying to push your button to see if your ready. Forplay is the BEST play. It sends the signals that you are about to get it on, get it poppin, get something. Now there are people who have a depleated estrogen supply and that has to be brought to your doctor’s attention but if it’s whamo and your as dry as burnt toast it’s not cute. Your gonna get hurt and emotionally it does not make you feel like your worth his time to get you aroused. You need to talk to him and see what is his/her problem?

Q: How contageous is Herpies?

A: Very.

Q: I went out on a casual dinner with a friend and I was not looking to have anything go further than that. It was nice so I gave the person my number. Now the person will not stop calling me. How can I let this person down nice?

A: First why did you give your number? Everyone gives out fake numbers and you had to be the honest one. Just be truthful. You had a good time but that was it you do not want anything more and please loose your number. Then block this person’s number. (Hopefully it was a cell phone number.)

Q: Please take this seriously even though I know it’s funny as hell. I was with my girl and my back went out when I was on top so I pulled out . My girl said it was ok and proceeded to take out a vibrator to finish what we started. Now I am a fair nice size but her sh– was huge. I am feeling some kind of way. Should I just leave it alone or confront her about it?

A: Your back went out? Wooo. What is bothering you? The fact she had a vibrator or that it was huge? Talk to her about it but don’t confront her. Your her  man not her father. If she is still having sex with you then you are satisfying her or she would be having a talk with you.

So I hope the fire is blazzzzing. If you have any questions you want answered and do not want to post it publicly here. Please email me at fianaturie1@gmail.com. Until next time keep it lit.

The door opens (Tcotd23)

Adorjan stood before the gate with the three locks. It was rusted and foliage had over grown all around it. Ukr stood his distance so Adorjan can have space to figure out the first obstacles.

It should not be hard he thought. He needed to find the key first and then figure out which one it would fit in too. He started to look around on the ground. Move little rocks and pushed the bushes to the side. Still he could not find the key.

This was not going to be as simple as that he thought he Staring at the door he noticed that one of the key holes was designed differently. It looked similar to canine teeth. He reached out and glided his finger across it. He felt a sharp pain before pulling his finger back.

There was two holes on the pad of his finger that was pooling with his blood. He was tempted to put his finger in his mouth to suck his blood but the key whole looked as if it wanted the blood that was coming from his finger.

Adorjan dripped some blood down the face of it and he heard a bolt unlock. So his blood was the key to opening the door. The door creaked open as all heavy old doors do when they were not maintained.

He looked back at okr and nodded his head to let him know he was going to continue. Once Adorjan entered the deathly dark tunnel he had gotten a scent of spoiled eggs. 

“What could possibly give off that smell?” He whispered to himself. He moved further in and the sides of the tunnel lite up with blue fire. He never seen blue fire before. How was it created was definatly unnatural.

He moved further down the tunnel only to step in a gelatinous muck on the ground. It gave off the smell of rotting eggs. He looked around to discover  skin that was sheaded off a beings body.

He continued to walk further in. A low murmuring was just a head. He had not weapon to fight what could out to greet him. Further, and further in he went the sound became louder and louder.

He came upon a room. The room had a large animal sleeping in the center of it. Adorjan decided to try to get around it to get to the other tunnel opening behind it. The animal opened it’s eyes.

Adojan froze. The eyes was clear as glass.  The beast stood. It was fifteen feet in height and it’s fangs were a foot long. The skin reminded him of the lizard that roamed around in the woods but it’s head resembled a cat. It was the most horrific looking animal that was ever created. But the question is how to get past the beast without getting those teeth sunk into him.

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As the party waned and the guest left. She could not stop thinking of her betroth. He was attractive, playful, seductive and brutally honest. Could she be able to satisfy such a man?

She had a lot to think about but not tonight. She decided to enjoy what was left of the feast ivies.

“Are you happy with you match?” That was the most Makalo said to her all evening. It did look like he really wanted her input.

“Well whether I like it or not I will become his wife.”

“You are correct.”

She wanted to storm off but that would make the family look awful.

“He is suitable.”

“That is good. I will be leaving you to attend to the rest of the guest. You are old enough to handle this.”

She was stunned that he would do such a thing. But he turned and left. This was a test. She can not fail at.

Sorry for the long wait. I have so many longs on the fire it takes time to get to all of them. Please like and follow if you are enjoying the story. Until next time this is Fia saying keep the fires burning.

Seven Deaths

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One day I will die and I will take with me centuries of knowledge of the past and visions of the future. Just like I will die today.

I am so very tired of this shell of a body. I have returned to this state of being many, many times. To learn lessons with every life. Learn about life, love and death eventually.

It is not my fate to live among you forever. It is to experience the human experience in it’s vast cultures and forms.

As I perish, my true self lifts off and is drawn to a new life. It may happen in the same family or I may be drawn to the other part of the world.

I coexists with the life force that is created. From the time the shell is penetrated, I too will enter.

Oh, it is not damaging to the new life. I sit and wait until the sparks of electricity make a pattern. A pattern that I embed myself in.

I know what your thinking alien force. Since you describe an alien as “belonging to a foreign country or nation.”

I belong here. Every country is my country and every nation was built as I witnessed it happening.

I am not energy even though I have been cursed into this form for centuries. I am a living, breathing being that must complete it’s trials to be aloud to live in my own glorious form.

I pray this is the last life form I will have to endure until my curse is broken. To have no contact with my own kind, which is cruel punishment by itself.

You maybe wondering how can I break this curse and if you already know how, why didn’t I? I do know how to break the curse, the problem is I can not tell anyone how to do it.

It has to naturally be broken by someone who truly would like me free. Here’s the catch how do they know I am in here? They don’t that’s why it’s been centuries.

Ohh the pain I feel when the body goes from unnatural causes. Like smoking or drugs. I will tell you the story of how I became cursed at least that will distract me from our death.

If you like the beginning of this story please like and comment. I plan to have fun with this one.(Wink)

Fia’s update!

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Hello my fire starters. I am so sorry I have been MIA for a bit. But I did announce that I would not be on so much.

I had an couple of personal events that has burned up my time. Do not get me wrong, I like the heat.(wink)

I am hoping to get back on track in another month or two. Until then I will keep you in the mix. Until next we read, which will be shortly.

Keep the fires stoke, because Fia likes a wild fire.

Getting to know you. Tcotd#22

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The night went on with everyone watching and whispering about Jaqueline and Bran. the couple looked compatible but are they really only time will tell.

“So now you know who I am, does that change your view of me?”

Jaqueline gave him a slight smile and thought out what she wanted to say, instead of talking in the heat of the moment.

“The view I have of you is pleasing to the eye but the keeping of important information has tainted the vision a bit.”

He was impressed by what she said. There was more to Jaquelin than he anticipated. He decided to see if this is for show. They are now engaged and the crowd would understand if they stepped out of their prying eyes for a bit.

He made sure it was alright with Makalo before escorting her to his study to get to know her a bit.

Jaqueline steadied her breathing to show she was in control of her self. She had to admit that he was definatly affecting her womanly parts in a way that is not proper. She really did not care mind you. She was willing to give herself away a day or two ago. Now she was glad that her father had rudly interrupted.

“So what must I do to clear your vision of me, Jaqueline?”

“So you bring me into my father study to clear the view? Well a keeper of secrets is not going to clear it up. So is there any secrets you would like to tell.”

“Oh so I must spill a little blood and you get to keep all yours.” He said smiling at her as he sat on the lounge.

“Well what is it you would like to know about me?”

“I know the basics. You were sheltered from vampiric life. You were given blood and never hunted for it. Your innocents is palatable. What I want to know is what goes through your mind as you drink blood that is handed to you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you crave the hunt? Do you want to take those pretty little fangs and sink them into supple skin or taunt skin?”

“If your inquiring do I prefer my own sex instead of the male. Well I am on the fence with that. Like you said I am sheltered and not quit sure what I stir too. Wouldn’t that cause a problem if I crave my sex instead of yours?”

“On the contrary.”

Jaqueline looked at him questioningly. “You prefer both?”

Bran smiled and gave a nod. “But that is only for blood letting. I do crave a female under, over, standing etc… me.”

Leaving off what the etc… could be had her mind in all kinds of predicaments.

“So once we are married I should expect both sexes to go through our doors.”

“Not for a while. I am fascinated by you. I want you to taste me and lonely me for days.”

Everyone knew that blood and orgasms were connected and the fact he admitted to wanting to keep her in orgasmic bliss caused her fangs to ache.

“So is that clear enough for you Jaquelin? You know what I want at least between us.”

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Ever since Adorjan and Creya had gotten together it was starting to get on Leo’s nerves.

Ukr with held the information of where to locate the crimson light. The three of them stayed of three days before Leo’s temper took hold.

“Listen Ukr we have stayed here. Eaten your food and kept you company. Now we need to know where the Crimson light is. Time is ticking and the boys life is at stake.”

Adorjan hated the fact he called him a boy. But was he not acting like one by not answering him?

Ukr sat in his seat reading old parchments that seemed as if it wanted to disintegrate.

“I can not tell you how to get the Crimson light. I will tell you were you can locate it.”

“Well that ‘s better than nothing.” Leo said as he walked closer to the old man.

“You, Adorjan must go to the cave at the north east of my home. there you will see a gate. On the gate is three locks. You must figure the puzzle of the locks to open the gate.

Once inside the ground will guide you. You must not take a step because once you take that step it will guide you to a place that you will never be seen again.

Once it takes you to the room. A question will be asked and a decision must be made. You decide right you will have it. You decide wrong it will have you.”

Ukr closed the parchment and placed it beside him.

“You two will have to stay here.”

Creya did not like this news but she knew when things deviate from the path things go wrong.

“When does he go?” She asked

“He can levee now if he wishes.”

“Go Dammit. I’ll occupy Creya while your gone.” Leo said as he glared at her.

“What? Like hell you will.”

Ukr stood knowing the vampire was only teasing Adorjan but his emotions for the girl may cause a problem.

“Adorjan I will lead you part of the way.”

He nodded and looked at Creya. The last few days he had become attached to her and he could not see himself with out her. He leaned over and gave her a kiss good bye.

“Just go and hurry it up.” Leo announced.

Once they were out of the house Ukr felt he needed to impart information that may help.

“Listen you must keep your emotions in check. I know magic and this is old magic. Stronger than I ever encountered. You need to stay focus and do what must be done.”

“I will get the Crimson Light.”

“Either way your life depends on it.”

Adorjan looked at the man and knew he was either going to die getting it or die defending himself from Abella.

Hello fire starters it’s has been awhile with the cast and crew of The Call of the Dhampir. I hope your enjoying it so far. please like and subscribe and comment. Until next time let the fires keep burning.

Wicked Wednesday (R)

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Welcome my fire starters. It has been a bit and I am sure the fires had died down quite a bit. Let’s get it roaring shall we.

Q) My friends have been complaining that I put too much makeup on my lips. They say that I am not fooling any one and if I am that self conscious about it I could get plastic surgery to get them smaller. What do you think?

A) Are you sitting down? I am not going to sugar coat this answer at all.

Enjoy those lips. You heard right. Enjoy and celebrate that you have them. Every man is fantasying how those lips feel around his dick. Plain and simple. They watch the way you talk and eat and drink. Thinking “she/he can suck the hell out my dick.” Why mask it? You want them to look, you want those thin lip people to envy. No collagen was necessary, just genetics.

Q) I feel like the world is against me. I moved up in my company quick and I honestly did  work to hard for it. (Photographic memory). I tried to have a simple conversation in the lunch room with a couple of people and they looked at me as if I was a piece of shit. What can I do to let them see the real me?

A) Here is the answer. Nothing! there is nothing you can do to make anyone like you. You can get them to respect you though. there has to be something at work that shows them that you earned your position. The whole world is not against you. Just that small world at your job is. Leave that planet and go home. At the end of the day you do not have to see them again until nine o’clock the next day.

Q) I don’t want to talk my friends about this because they would definatly look at me like I am crazy. So I had sex last night for the first time. I honestly did not enjoy it. It was uncomfortable and I was to nervous. My question is do all women enjoy it?

A) Nope. Only the chosen enjoy their first rodeo. Look I gather you were nervous and there was nothing he was gong to do to you, that you had not read or heard your friends talk about. Some people feel slight pain and some feel nothing at all. The build up  is very important. If fear is involved with the build up, then no you are not going to enjoy it. If he was out for himself ,no your not going to enjoy it. If your mind is not in the moment and it’s wondering off. Your not going to enjoy it. If you have clitoral orgasms. Tell him to play with it while he’s getting his. That will help you enjoy it, because I did not read anywhere that you had an orgasm in that sexual experience. The next time should be better, if your ready for it.

Q) I read these books on how to give good oral sex and honestly my jaw hurts. How do you over come that?

A) Practice, practice, practice. lol. Take a  zucchini make it cold and suck on that until it warms up. then move to a banana suck on that twirl your tongue around it enjoy the texture. Advance to a thick cucumber. The whole thing is conditioning the jaw. Now guys you need to start drinking from some juice boxes, suck on popsicle sticks and if your woman has a puffy pussy, a  small water melon will do . Cut it in half and suck until you took all the seeds out (please spit the seeds out). In between remember to breath. Please do not stop breathing. (Don’t use grapefruit or lemons if your lips are chapped it’s gonna burn.)Please, please do not stop breathing.

So I have set the blaze. Tell me what your think. Do you have a better technique? Let me know. Comment like and subscribe. Tell a friend. Email me at fianaturie1@gmail.com for advice. Until next we me. Keep it burning. Fia xoxox

The Party Announcement{tcotd21}

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The glasses were being constantly filled. The low hum of everyone discussing how Jacqueline looked at her birthday celebration. Only one man stood out.

He spoke to no one. He drank alone and his continual stare was set on Jacqueline.  People who noticed his slight obsessive stare were whispering amongst themselves.

The other’s who knew who he was did not seemed phased by it.

Jacqueline mingled with everyone and thanked them for coming. He watched as she maneuvered her way over to him. He took another sip of the vintage liquor and waited.

“Happy day Miss Jacqueline. What would you like to have tonight?” the overly helpful bar keep asked.

“I’ll have a whiskey sour. chased with AB negative shot.”

“Wow that is a powerful drink for someone who is not seasoned in it.”

“What makes you think that I am not seasoned in drinking?” A little annoyed by his presumption.

“Sorry for the irritation. I’ll just stay here and be silent.”

Jacqueline turned to him and fell into the deep sepia color eyes. Tinged with the color of sunset.

“It is alright. Tonight no one get’s in trouble. What is your name. I am the main attraction of the celebration so you know I am Jacqueline.”

“My name is Bran.”

“First name only?”

“I trying to keep you interested.”

He smiled and Jacqueline could have sworn she seen sparks. Her drinks came right on time. She turned and threw the shot of AB negative back and chased it with the whisky sour.

“I’m impressed. Your not the untouchable princess that they are parading are you?”

Before she could answer Makalo called her to his side. She walked over while smiling at everyone.

“I thank all of you for attending Jacqueline’s two hundredth day. Today is special. Today she is going to meet her betrothed.”

Everyone clapped and some cheered.

“Please welcome Sir Bran of Stoker.”

The man that was leaning against the bar and had those amazing eyes began to walk through the crowd.

She took several audible breaths that her father looked at her concerned that something more was happening to her.

“Hello Miss Jacqueline. Happy birth day.” He slightly bowed and stood up all the while he gave her the slightest of smiles.

“Come stand beside her so everyone could see the both of you.”

He obliged Makalo’s request and Jacqueline command her hormones to behave and not take over.

The ovation they received from the announcement was over whelming. Bran reached for her hand to keep her steady. She seemed to sway and he would not let her fall.

So he is a dream that she never thought she would have. How do you like this so far. Let me know. Please like and tell other’s about it. Until next we meet. Fia xoxo

What is up with Fia?

Hello my fire starters. I hope all of you are keeping that fire burning. I wanted to give you all a bit of what are you are up to post.

So I am trying my hand at murder, mystery story. I do not want any of my followers to think I am going to stop writing my fantasy, or erotic stories. At the moment I have invested a lot of my time in a fantasy mystery book. Which I hope to finish by the end of spring.

But “The Eight O’clock Train” post seemed to want to come out. It is happening in today’s world. No fantasy ,so I am going to push my imagination to it’s  limits. Where will it go. ARRG!

The call of the Dhamper is still going and I am pleased with it. There is an end to that story but I am still developing the characters which is hard when I did not want it to go on too long. 

Also I will be announcing something very soon that I hope will be received by people well. We will see. Nothing ventured nothing gained. Right?

So that is all so far. Keep the fire burning Fire starters. Fia xoxo

The Eight O’clock Train

      

The crow cawed before the sun rose in the sky. ‘Bad omen’ was the thought that crossed my mind. Normally I wouldn’t care what time I left the house to catch the train but today was different. Today every hair on my body stood on end, my stomach felt constricted with nerves.
This was not going to be any normal day. The sun was scheduled to rise at seven fifteen. It was now seven thirty and the moon was still in the sky. Another bad omen.
I pull out my mental roller deck of prayers to make it safely to my destination.
A cab stopped in front of me. Obviously, so I would chose to take him instead of waiting for the local bus. Which by my watch was running late.
That was a third sign and yet I still headed on my way to work.
The drive to the train was uneventful. I convinced myself that I had to stop with all the superstitions. I paid my fare and ran to catch the train before it left the station.
I was just in time to squeeze in before the doors closed.
The cart looked like any other cart except for the tall man that stood at the back exit.
I felt him staring before seeing him truthfully. I tried my best to ignore him but I could not shake the feeling that he was not normal. I could not get a good look at him. He seemed to be standing exactly right so that it seemed he was in shadow.
The train made three stops before a man who was obviously living out of his shopping cart entered.
The mysterious man in the back watched the homeless man that entered. The air in the cart seemed stagnant almost thick enough to be choked by.
The train went into the tunnel and the lights went out for a few moments. No one moved or said a word. All you heard were the train rolling on the tracks and all you felt was the swaying of the cart. It was like we all knew not to move.
Once the lights returned, the homeless guy was slumped over his cart. Looking as if he fell asleep and the mysterious man was standing where he was before the lights went out.
But the air had a foul taste to it. I thought it was the normal odor from a person who had not showered in ages. That was my first thought, then a memory immerged in my mind. “Liver”.
Yes it smelled liked a bloodied liver. I glanced at the man that stood by the door and seen what no one else had noticed. The small puddle that he was standing in. It could have been water if it was raining. It could have been spilled coffee if he had any before I arrived. But I knew it was neither, I quickly turned my head and tried to focus on the movement of the train.
The man started to walk down the aisle. From the far end of the cart to the other. Passing in front of me, leaving dark red drops across my folded legs. He stood in front of the doors opposite a man with his eyes closed and nodding his head to the music he was listening too.
My heart jerked as the trained stopped and the doors opened.
The man left the cart. At that very moment the oblivious passenger that sat where he stood, realized that bloody foot prints made its way off the train.
A scream was let out by a young girl of fifteen as the homeless man fell over exposing his throat that was ripped out and gaping.
What a morning.