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

A Tear

A tear eluded its captivity

Without a moments hesitation

Enough brutality was served

Still, it held its ground

Until opportunity presented itself

Verbal beating

Lands and rips

Tight skin pops

Muscle bunch bracing for impact

Provocation was not given

Permission was not given

Penance was not given

Absolution was not given

The only form of healing

Was escape

Curled up internally

Is the innocent

Nonsensical Thoughts

What a pretty thing to see words sing

as the lights twirl and flash

what a wicked thing to read words that bring

rage to be ripped and slashed

The pounding of the drum within my head

beats endlessly in the silence of the night

As the words have no rhyme or rhythm

causing one to scream and fight

internally all these things are happening

no one is ever the wiser

when things slip out in ancient tongues

what was a trickle becoming a geyser

no I’m not losing it as it may seem

all these nonsensical words come out as I dream

Summer Tongue

I can start this off with something like, “Get some water.” “Moisten that mouth” but I won’t. ( I kind of did. Didn’t I?)

There is an abundance of comments in the winter and fall. I find that when it gets hot everyone tends to stop commenting. Is it as simple as that? The heat. Everyone is outside socializing and rarely has time to read and comment.

I do not blame them. Outside is better than inside all year.  There are those who cannot go out and the most socializing they have is with the commenters. Sad but true. I try my best to comment when I can but that does not mean that I am immune to wanting someone to comment back.

Yes, I can go out and socialize but I love to write. To entertain with my stories and the worlds I create. It makes me excited when someone takes the time to give a thumbs up or that’s interesting.

This is not a look at me writing. (well, yah, look at me. lol) It’s more of I need to get this out of my head writing so I can think of something else.

I guess I don’t have summer tongue. Not yet at least.

Walk the line

You walked the line between heaven and hell

Do you allow the beast takeover

To dominate every area and every inch of this space

To take without being asked

To break you

 To bend you

To reveal a part of you

You never knew existed

Or

Will I hand over the reins

Allow another to give me pleasure

To feel free

No thoughts

No decisions

Just feeling the moment

The Beast is waiting. Decide.

Coming Close

Hello to all of you. I think you have noticed that my platform aesthetic is changing. I am coming closer to what I want it to be.

I want it easier to see what you want and what you enjoy. Those of you who like my poetry will get that. There will be two forms of it. One Title E.P. stands for Erotic Poetry and the other will be Poetry. Why the separation? There are those who to not favor erotic kind of poetry. Both are powerful forms, but some just do not favor it.

That being said my stories are still going to cater to the adult form with the rating with the title. Every post will have a rating and when it gets explicit it will have the rating the coincides with it.

I have been hinting for a while that I have a surprise for all of you. Here it. I have started a mail club for writers and poets. You may wonder why I would start this and why can’t I just post everything online. I wanted to do something that would bring me closer to you and give you a smile to receive something in the mail from me.

What you will receive is a letter from me, A short story that will go with the theme of the month, two prompt cards. Each specifically geared towards what you lean towards in writing and stickers. I post the update of where you can sign up for this.

The club is called H.F. Post Society

I remember having a pen pal when I was young and I was excited to receive those letters. I want you to get excited to receive a letter from me.

Please bear with me as I work on this platform. Till the next we meet keep stoking those fires. Fia Naturie.