Hello to all my fire burners out in the web verse. I have to drop a little knowledge out there to all of the young who have just started on there sexual journey’s so to speak.
Yes, fia is back and we are going to first talk to the young ladies out there. After you have reached that height that that special someone has taken you. (male) It would behove you to go to the bathroom and try to pee. Yes! let me tell you why. If you don’t get that creamy, pearlesant, coconut water out of you and in that bowl. It will come out on it’s own.
It will come out on it’s own and at the worst possible time. It will make you feel like you need an adult diaper! Get that out.
Now gents I know you want to be the beast in the bed room but trim the jungle down, run a comb through it and please make it smell pleasing. We like it to temp us not only by sight and feel but by scent. It will be greatly appreciated.
It is nothing worse than getting choked out by a stray hair. Not matter how far it can be taken down.
Now for those out there who pleasure them selves or who have a partner who uses toys to pleasure you. Hygiene, Hygiene, Hygiene. clean it first and after. You can inadvertently give your self a yeast infection. It does happen. Other wise go for it and can I say one more thing. There is a reason why there is a cervix and penises are the size they are. You shoving the toy so far up that it feel as if your cerix just went twenty rounds is not ok. It’s Painful. You can’t ice it twenty four seven you get me. The penis hits it but it’s not plastic. They can bruise it a bit, but not to the point that you should call 911 vagina alert.
That is it for my Twisted Thursday, Fia edition. please comment and subscribe. Until next we meet keep it burning.
Hello to all my fire starters. You may have noticed that I have put all my stories on hold. It is due to my writing my books. These books will be coming out this year.
This blog will definatly have a change to it when I am on. You will get the stories and I wanted to give you wicked Wednesday but the questions seem to be repetitive. So that will be gone. A few surprizes are in the works and I will let you know about them at least a week or two before they take place.
So, No. Your girl Fia is not going anywhere. I will be returning with new stories and news. Until we meet again. Keep the fire burning and those matches lit.
Mitchel sat in the living room lounge chair as Jose glared at him. She had changed into comfortable clothing and put her hair up in a messy bun. If she didn’t have that angry look on her face she would look appealing.
“Why are you so angry?”
“You break into my apartment and act as if you own my place by bossing me around. How would you look?”
Maybe he might have over stepped a bit but his head was killing him and he was not in the mood to be polite.
“I apologize. Thank you for the coffee.”
Her face relaxed a bit. “Have you found out anything new?”
“Not really the trail went cold so I have to go back to the office and look over a few things. I might have missed a clue.”
“I can tell you, you will not find anything at the office. Barry shredded a lot of papers and he told me that he will call me with work to do.”
“That’s odd. Does he normally have you work from home?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“No, but then again he was never attacked at work either. So he probably wanted to get away.
So he probably wanted to get away.
Mitchel decided not to delve any further on that topic. He
looked around her place and it was meticulous, but he did not see any pictures
“You live alone then?”
“I see that it’s a bit sterile in here.”
“Sterile?” She looked at her place. It was neat and orderly.
She was never productive with clutter all around her. She loved pastel
coloring. It gave you the color without overpowering you. She even had scented
“I do not see what you’re talking about?”
“You have no pictures or anything about showing you have a
life outside of the office.”
She did not like that he picked that up so easily.
“I have a life outside of work. I go to a baking class and I
have just purchased a ticket to go on a cruise to the Caribbean.”
He could not believe a woman as young and attractive is
talking like she’s someone’s granny.
“What?” She asked with a bit of a defensive tone.
“Nothing. I need to head out. I hope you enjoy your cruise.”
He said and added a lifted eyebrow. That really started to piss her off.
“Say it or just keep it to your self but don’t give body ques
that you want to say something then don’t”
“Fine you’re a young woman who lives alone with not one
picture showing that there is someone out there that cares about you or you
them. When was the last time you were bedded?”
“You heard me. You are tense more than necessary and I find a
good bedding and I mean superb bedding relaxes my mind and body. So, when?”
“I was leaving you know. You would not let me.”
“Just get ou—” Stunned into silence he kissed her. Rough,
dominating and disturbingly thorough.
Once he steps back, he looked at her and said, tell me that
you are not a little bit wound up?”
She looked at him and with as much sentence structure she
could recall answered. “Get out.”
So for the month of November I have been writing tirelessly a fantasy story. I never thought I would be able to do it in one month. To write 50,000 words is a feat when you have a full time job and a family that is your second job. (I take the term job back. It’s a career).
My goal in 2020 is to get two fantasy novels out and possible an adult fiction novel out as well. Yes it is a lot of writing but it is what I love to do.
I will be up loading the continuation of a Secret Kiss soon. Thanks for following. Fia xoxox
Barry took forever to get himself together. Jose was not an insensitive person, but she really was upset with how Mitchel had brushed her idea aside to call the police. Barry second his opinion, once he was fully recovered. He told her, since the client is a high profile client she would not appreciate being plastered across the news so they can make money off her. Jose returned to her desk and began to sort out her work from a previous client. Keeping busy kept her nerves at bay
“Why don’t you go home and I will contact you later to let you know about the rest of the week?” Barry told her as he kept walking in and out of his office with papers that he kept shredding.
“It just occurred to me that I could be temporarily unemployed because of this incident. Am I still going to get paid?”
“Do not worry so much, you will get paid for the days you have off. I still have work for you to do. That can be done at home.”
‘I thought I would get a break. No such luck huh?’ She thought.
“Is there something you need for me to do today?”
“All I need for you to do now is go home. I will call you with what I would need for you to do later.”
Jose nodded and went to retrieve her clutch bag from inside her desk. She looked at Barry again and was not sure she should leave him since he only just recover from being knock out. He refused to go to the hospital to, be looked at and she refused to think any longer on it since he and Sir Mitchel have every thing under control.
“Before you leave I do have a package that will arrive at your address later today. I did not want it delivered here just in case who ever broke in will return. ” Barry said as he looked for something he seemed to missed placed on his desk. Now he was looking under it.
“What is it your looking for? I may know where it is.”
“It is a paper with a purple hawk on top of it. I thought I placed it on my desked earlier.”
“The one with the odd address and phone number on it? I put it in your bottom file cabinet marked “Odd”. With the other odd papers you had that I could not make sense of.”
Barry looked at her as if she had sprouted a second head.
“Is there something wrong? I usually clean and organize your papers before the start of the day.”
“Nothing is wrong, do not worry. I will call you tonight.”
Jose nodded and proceeded to leave. Once the door closed behind her Barry went to the cabinet and found the paper. He immediately dialed the number on it.
“This is the hawk calling in to Mother. Their is unsuspecting pry that must be eliminated.”
As Barry waited for instructions, he felt remorse on what will happen to Jose.
“Did I hear you correctly?” He could not believe his ears. “I understand.” He hung up the phone and gave a side smile. “You live another day Jose, for how long depends on you.” Barry said as he walked over to the shredder and took care of the paper that she considered “Odd”.
The one place that Jose always looked forward to go to is home. No one but herself to satisfy. She can wear her ripped up t- shirt that was ready for the trash over a year ago and her blue jean shorts that should join the shirt since the button popped off it months back.
She went to her frig and pulled out some cold mac and cheese that she made yesterday and a bowl of salad. As she popped the mac and cheese in the over to heat up she heard a rummaging in her bathroom. She chalked it up to be a pigeon who clearly figured out how to com in the small awkward window.
She grabbed her broom and walked to her bathroom to discover Sir Mitchel in her medicine cabinet looking for something.
“How long were you in here?” she said threw clenched teeth. She was too angry to ask how did he get in.
“Oh about five minutes. Do you have extra strength headache pill? Getting hit over the head leaves you with a nasty headache.”
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The parting of moistened lips from being thoroughly kissed is so visually stimulating, that secreted parts that are covered from view are making them selves known with a moistened sheen on satin fabric.
Bzzzz **** Bzzzz
The alarm goes off and Jose wakens from the same dream she’s been having for the last eight nights straight. Getting up too quickly is a curse that she is doomed to repeat many, many times in her life and today is no different.
Dragging herself out of bed and going straight to the bathroom, she see herself in the bathroom mirror. What she see’s if the reflection of her twin sister Lisa, who passed away ten years ago. The were identical in every way except they were mirror images of each other. Jose had a mole on her left wrist. So Lisa had it on her right. They had the one blue eye and one brown eye gene and it was on the opposite sides as well. Jose blue eye was on the right and Lisa’s was on the left.
When they turned eighteen years old they decided to split up for a year and see how it felt to be apart. At first it was hard for them being so attached to each to separate from each other but it became easier for Lisa when she met Ethan. At eighteen there parents had split and lived in two different cities so that helped with their decision.
Jose pulled her self from her memories and managed to go about her routine.
She lived in a studio apartment on the west bank of Laurent Street in Manchester Pennsylvania.
The tree have started to turn over from green the orange and reds and littering the sidewalk.
Jose made it on time to the her job as a tax assistant to Barry Walter’s.
The man had so many clients during tax season he almost had a nervous breakdown when the tax laws had change in the middle of last year. But as a professional he pulled it together fixed everyone taxes and left to Cancun for a month to unwind.
During that time Jose ran the office. Now he’s back and He was expecting his first client at precisely 10 am. It was 9:30 and Jose set the atmosphere.
See, she was not just any client. She was the owner of a chain of jewelry stores that are only known to the very wealthy. He landed the gig because he was an unknown tax preparer.
As she was plugging in the air effects, Jose heard the door open. She stood up and turned into the lips she seen in her dreams that very morning.
“Can I help you?”
He looked at her as if she was insignificant. “I was told to meet Alexandrea Monchunt here. Has she arrived?”
“Who are you, please?”
“Really? You don’t know who I am?”
‘Okay, the guy who’s mouth is delish, is a straight up ass.’ Jose thought
“Again, who are you?”
The door opened behind her and her boss walked out and went straight to the ass.
“Hello Mitchel, Have you met my assistant Josephine Spark?”
‘He gave me another once over before rolling his eyes. Can you believe he rolled his eye’s?’ She thought.
“Briefly. I was supposed to meet Alex here but it seems like she had not arrived yet. I will return in twenty minutes. In that time, can you school your assistant Barry, on who I am.”
“I know what you are.” Jose whispered as he walked out of the office.
“What happened out here?”
“All I asked was who was he? He was asking for a very high paying client and I know you did not want anyone to know she was coming.”
He sighed and explained that, that ass was Sir Mitchel Long. A knighted guard in her majesty service. He was assigned to escort Alexandrea Monchunt to London after taking care of certain affairs today.
“Well he behaved rude and I do not care if he is a knight. I will be professional and do my job.”
Her boss smiled at her.”Jose your always professional. Just relax and you look nice.”
He never payed many compliments but when he did it was heart felt.
“Now continue your work and relax around him, even if he is rude. I apologize in advance.”
For a boss he was a bit soft but he knew his numbers and that’s why he brings in private clients.
‘How could she not know who I am? I hate the states.’
He walked over to a small shop and ordered a coffee with specific instructions. He knew that, that woman at Barry’s office would not have what he like to make a proper coffee.
The woman behind the register was looking at him with the usual admiring look he was accustomed to. That infuriating woman did not look at him at all like that. Why was that bothering him? No it was the fact that Alex was purposely not at the place.
‘Mitchel she did not have to be there until 10.’ He told himself.
He wanted to return home. He had had enough and he had his fill with the excitement of being Alex’s body guard. He was thirty and needed something more in his life. Which he figured was impossible now since he had no time to look. That was the only reason he took the assignment in the hope to find his match.
No such luck. He looked at his watch and seen that it was 10: 05. “She better be there” He said finishing off one of the only vices that made being here in the states bearable.
Here we go ladies and gents. This is where my life had to take one path on a road that had a fork in it. I went to visit my mother in the hospital and I felt as if my heart was beating against my chest like a fist.
The hospitals billing manager came in to speak to me while my mom was getting attended to. The over all bill was ridiculously high and the fact that my mother’s insurance was only paying partial did not help all that much.
I went home and did the only thing that my brain would allow me to do. Break down in hysterics. After I cried and broke a couple of things, I calmed down and stared at the bottle of vodka that had been sitting on my shelf in the corner for over a year. I really did not like vodka but it did the trick at mellowing me out.
At this point I called Lettie and made arrangement to meet her the next day for lessons. I had to figure out how I was going to get a regular paying job and do the stripping on the side. I needed money.
I didn’t bother calling heckle and jeckle over because they would just try to did tract me from the reality of my situation. I must have called ten places for a job and landed one interview. That would be in two days.
So I had a lesson and a job interview. Things started to feel a little bit easier. Going over to a stranger house for stripper lesson should have raised a red flag but of course I decided to check it out anyway.
First thing is first when your inner alarm tells you to turn around. Listen to it. She lived in an four story apartment complex. I went to her apartment door and it opened automatically. A woman with a white blonde wig stood in front of me with a tube top and ass hugging shorts on.
Hi I am Lettie, come in. She walked in front of me and I know she was purposely swinging her ass harder left to right to catch my attention. Little did she know I do not go down on Boston cream way.
Looking around she did not have much furniture but it was clean and quiet.
Lettie sat down on a big fluffy cushion on the floor. “So lets not waist time I have to be some where in an hour.”
“You think it will be quick then?”
“Girl a lap dance is dry fucking. It’s either your good at it or bad at it.”
That statement should have had me walk out but the bills kept flashing through my mind.
“Look you sit and watch me. Your the customer and I am the dancer.” Lettie put on some music from her itouch and started to move. She did not lie. She was literally swerving and grinding as if she was trying to have sex.
“Now here is where things get tricky. Usually the customer is excited and aroused. In that back room where no one see’s what going on. It is up to you where you pump the breaks or if you go full throttle a head. If you go full throttle I do have a doctor you should see to make sure your alright down there.”
“Okay, not going full throttle. I just need to make money to pay the bills.”
“Well then stand up and dance. Let me see where you need improvement.”
I stayed at her place dancing and learning what is my best angle and how to look at every customer as if they were the only customer I had for the entire evening. I gave her the money she asked for and left as fast as I could. The vibe she was putting off was getting a bit too intense for my liking.
(Now if your not reading click off because I wouldn’t be at this point.)
I went to work that night and everything was going well and I had my first back room customer. Let’s call him jet.
Jet looked like he was in his fifties and had more drinks than he could handle. Well he wanted to go in the back room. I closed the door for privacy and he immediately sat on the lounge chair.
I began to dance remembering what Lettie said. Jet out of the blue asked,’ Can I cum on your leg.”
I said “No!”
He continued to beg and plead and offered to give me a hundred and fifty dollars if I allowed him to jerk off and cum on my leg.
Honestly I was disgusted but I needed the money and I seen there were wipes in the rooms. I gave in and continued dancing as he worked himself up. All I felt was the spray of warm cum down my leg.
He cleaned him self up and put his dick away and handed me the money. After he left I swore that was the first and last time and cleaned my leg off.
I left the room and danced the rest of the night but I turned down offers to go back to the rooms.
Later that night as I walked to my car, the guy that came on my leg was waiting for me.
I turned around and went back inside and told the bouncer. He went out there and got rid of the guy. This should have been the clue to stop but I just couldn’t I needed the money.
I had gotten the job as a bartender later on that week. I worked three months straight bartending in the day and stripping at night.
One night Mather called me to his office and told me that he did not think that I was a good fit for the club any more. I was not pulling the right amount of money and I looked exhausted. I normally would have put up a fight but I had pulled in enough money to pay off my bills.
“Alright that cool.” I said then I turned to leave.
I turned back around and Mathew walked from around his desk to me in seconds. “Now that you don’t work here how about I take you out.”
I stood there staring at this man who I fantasized about numerous times and masturbated to even more, was asking me out.
“So that was your deal hugh?”
Before I could think Mathew kissed me deep and hard. His body was so firm I damn near came on myself.
“So your answer is?”
So was I cut out to be a stripper? Yes. But do I want to?
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So my mom is the hospital and I have rent to pay. My minimum wage jobs is not going to be able to get me out of this hole. So I made up my mind that I would strip a couple of times just to see if that will ease the stress off me
I called the number and the same guy answered the phone. That voice is amazing. He told me to come in at seven to fill out the paper work and ready to dance.
The first thing that came to mind is “What the hell am I doing?” I have no idea what to do. What to wear and how long am I supposed to be there. I must have talked myself out of it five to six times. Even on the way there.
I did not tell Michelle or Joseph. I figure that there is no need to bring them into to this weird period in my life. I got there at six to watch the girls and see what they were wearing. I bought a matching bra and thong set which is modest compared to what I seen.
“Your early.” That voice. I looked up and I swear I was going to be sitting in a puddle. The man was hot. He gave me the forms to fill out and said to relax. He knew it was my first time so he wanted me to do one whole song and that was it for the night.
I agreed and ordered myself a drink. Not to get drunk just to put a little fire in my belly. I went to the dressing room and the girls there looked at me with daggers in there eyes. I changed into the out fit and the house mom walked over to me to give me the rules.
I felt like I was in catholic school. All the rules went in one ear and out the other. My focus was the stage.
I went on stage to a nice up beat song. Something I definatly could move to. Half way through the song I began to take off some cloths and Money started coming my way. I don’t know if it was the money, the music, or that little bit of liquid courage, but I danced two more songs that night.
I made six hundred that night and I was hooked. I watched the girls and I picked up a few tips and tricks. The manager, Mathew was impressed at how I just blossomed so easily on stage. He called me to his office and this is where I did not know who I was becoming.
Mathew sat there looking at me and when he seen I was getting uncomfortable with him staring at me. He finally spoke. “Carlie have you ever done a lap dance?”
My heart stopped. I never even danced until that night. Now he is asking about a lap dance.
“I’ll take your silence as no. Here, take this.” Mathew said as he handed me the number.
“That is Lettie’s number. Call her and she will teach you what to do. One rule, no prostituting on the premises.”
Once those words escaped his lips. I kid you not, I passed out. I did not realized I was holding my breath so long. When I came too I was in his arms and he smiled at me.
“It’s a shame I do not date strippers. Are you alright?” He asked.
My brain began to work again and I got up and left as quick as I could. So telling you all this is leading up to the grand finally. So if you have to use the bathroom go and then come back.
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This is for my non fantasy readers. I hope you enjoy Carlie stripper life. This should be without saying Adult content. 18 and over please.
If I would have known what I know now then, well maybe my life would have turned out differently. Yes we all say that and when I was younger I told myself that I would never ever say that.
I guess it’s time to tell the story and stop stalling. I’ll start out by saying My name is Carlie Winslow but my stripper name is Magic. Far from Carlie right. Before for all come at me I will say it was my choice to be a stripper and no one else.
I am what you consider a tomboy so why would anyone ever think I could be a stripper. Honestly I never gave that a chance in hell as a career option. I am about five feet, six inches tall. Unruly auburn hair and dark brown eyes boarder lining on red.
As for my body? I’ll give your the specs. Bust 34, Waist 30 and ass 37. Skin tone is the color of coffee caramel. I have nice shaped lips, I was told and what comes out of those lips sometimes would get me in a world of trouble.
It was in august when my friend Joseph and Michelle asked me to go out with them to a new club that opened up on I-19. At that time I would rather watch the sports channel then to go to the club.
Michelle was getting ready , putting on lip gloss then spraying some body spay that tends to choke me every time she used it. Joseph was just waiting on her, sitting on the couch.
Let me tell you about joseph he is what you would call Your eyes are playing tricks on you. He is your down home country boy. Hetero from the get go. Body thick from working on his uncles farm. Hair naturally body waved and the perfect suckable lips a man could have.
Then one day out of the blue he said “Carlie, Michelle I’m a porn star.”
I definatly did not believe him and Michelle was on hormone overdrive.
Joseph had sex with both male and female. He said honestly he likes both sexes equally. Till this day he has not shown me a film of his, but Michelle searched it out. She said that if she would have known what he had she would have givin him some in high school. Michelle is a horn dog.
Now back to me. They were getting ready to go out and Joseph looked at me and said,” If you do get up and change into something so you can come to the club. I’m going to put one of my films in.”
That had me jump up and grab a short shirt and sheer blouse set I was given as a gift. I pulled my hair into a manageable pony tail and put on sheer lip gloss.
Michelle wanted to add more. But I talked her out of it. We head out to the club and I realized it was a stripper bar. I wanted to run. They refused to let me go. My heart was pounding because I did not feel right being there. The music was great and once we sat down. I did not feel so nervous.
As the night went on I had a couple of drinks. Michelle said I had at least four drinks and five shots. The rest of the night was a blurr but Michelle and Joseph filled me in.
I was dancing on the stage with the girls and the owner asked me to go the back room to audition. Joseph said he was laughing so hard that he almost pissed himself and Michelle was laughing just as hard. They said I was so upset that they were laughing that I went to the back room and danced for the man.
I must have impressed him because he afford me a job if I wanted one. At that point Joseph and Michelle dragged me out the club and took me home.
Now I’M going to skip a few days because nothing interesting happened after that. It was a Thursday night when I received a phone call from August. I do not know an august. so I answered it to say It’s the wrong number. When a voice so deep and sexy asked for me by name. I almost came on myself.
“Hello Carlie I was wondering if you were interested in dancing at the club.”
I was so embarrassed because I was just going by what my friends told me what happened. They did not tell me that I went in the back with him and took my cloths off. I almost died. I must have said something funny because he chuckled.
“Listen you dance decently and your body is toned and would drive any mans dick to salute. If you decide to dance come in fill out the paper work and we can get you going as soon as that night.”
He didn’t wait for a good bye he just hung up. I sat there with no words coming out thinking, ‘I took my cloths off to a complete stranger. A stranger who voice is sexy as hell.’
I called Joseph and confronted him about me being left alone with a stranger to take my cloths off. He told me I was so combative that they just let me do it. The guy was on the up and up. that when he spilled the beans that he was in the room too.
I was going to die. Joseph said that if she did decide to do it that he would definatly be a customer. I stopped speaking to Joseph. Michelle was on my shit list and I decided to forget about the club., Until I was told my mom was in an accident and they had to keep her in the hospital under medically induced coma.
Do you know how much all that costs? So you guessed it. I went to the club and danced.
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