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Hello my fire starters and being that this is the beginning of the week it may seem that this train of thought is unusual. Never the less it is there and I need to purge it from my mind so I can have it filled with other thoughts.

Here it is the beginning of the week and my eye roam over a sight that I have seen a million times. Normally I would see it and a slight stir at best may happen. But tonight something else happens.

The sight triggers a memory, that triggers other sensory issues. What am I looking at? A back that is broad and muscular that goes down to the most delious ass.

Wearing a cologne that illicit a response that I did not think would happen. Since it’s been a while since it has. The slight tightening that kegel exercise can not mimic. If I were a male I would be at attention. He turns and what catches my eye.

Was it those treacherous nipples that stand at attention taunting me. No. It was the way the waist of his shorts hung low. Showing that dip that leads to what my occupied exisistance wants.

He laid next to me unknowing what I was thinking and that it put a smile on my face. He did not know that I was playing so many scenarios of adulterated delights.

“Are you coming to bed soon?” He asked as he streached out. Eyes againg going over a body that I have put to memory.

He caught my covert looks and he lifted a leg. Yes I remember that move and I recall what is to come next.

“I’m cumming to bed now.” I told him. He knew what I meant and especially what I want.

Fia has been at it again!

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Hello my fire starters. I want to announce that I have started a second blog called Solving Secrets by P. Du Sang. This site is for my mystery lovers and those who do not favor fantasy so much.

It is a series that I am developing that will have giveaways and hopefully a more inter active feel to it. So you guessed it Fia is also P. Du Sang. Pop over there for my introduction.

As for my fantasy lovers fia still is burning to give it to you. The TCOD will resume and the BIR will continue. I will be removing my Slow burn for now .

Other news is that I am in the middle of my first revision of the fiction story I written for nano wrimo.

Until next we meet Stay safe and keep those fires lit. Fia xoxox

{B.I.R. Conterie} Do you bleed pt 2.5

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“Is that your natural completion or have you lost blood recently?”

This odd looking man with a glittering chain asked me.

“Pardon?”

“Are you always this fair in color?”

“I suppose.”

“Either it’s a yes or a no. I do loath the indecisiveness of today.”

I was starting to get annoyed and my patience with him was almost at it limit. But I still had manners and decided to use them.

“Can you please tell me how far I am to the next town, Sir?”

“Are you lost?”

“No I am looking for work and I seemed to have fallen asleep.”

The odd man looked around the clearing and looked back at me.

“Are you not scared that someone would take advantage of you? It is clear that you are alone and do not seem strong enough to defend yourself.”

“Sorry for wasting your time. I will continue on my path. Good day, Monsieur”

He seemed pleasantly amused. I stood up a scraped my elbow on a piece of bark that was jutting out. It was a small scape yet the odd man captured my arm and wrapped a scarf around it as a bandage. Little did I know he sampled my blood in the process?

“Oh mon chéri, you are a lioness, hidden in a cub’s body.”

I was finally at my limit and I did not have anyone to answer to other than myself.

“I am no lioness. I am just a person who is looking for employment in the next town. I will now leave. Good day”

He stood there and smiled with the jewel twinkling capturing nonexistent light in the dense forest.

“Are you good with cows and chickens?”

“I am.”

“Good. Go down the path you will see a crossroad. Take the path on the left. It will lead you to my home. Ask for Allegra. She will assign you a place to sleep and tell you what must be done. We will talk about your pay when I return.”

I should have turned him down but I was desperate and I needed to work.

“Monsieur???, what is the name I must address you by?”

“When we are informal you can address me as Francois. With company it is Francois de Montmorency-Bouteville.”

I caught my breath when I realize who I was speaking to. I knew I looked a mess but I curtseyed and accepted the offer.

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You would think people with this modern technology would learn to master driving. That thought made me smile. People really never mastered anything anymore. They just learn enough to get by. The sun is almost fully up, I made it to my home in just short of burning myself alive.

The door opened automatically due to the electronic system I installed. Yes I installed it. It’s amazing the knowledge you acquire when you drink warm blood.

I can build a home, a car and many other things from scratch. My appetite was immense in my youth. I went into my temperature controlled and sun omitted room. I slept on a bed made of down. Habits are hard to break.

I will wake before sunset and get back to the body. That should give me time to get it out of there and to the person who wanted it back so badly.

I did not bother to change, I was too tired and I pushed myself too far. The bed was a welcomed comfort. I fell into death and I dreamt of it. The jewel.

Fire starters how are you enjoying it so far let me in on those thought will you. Until next we burn. (I do not own the picture)

{B.I.R. Coterie} Do you Bleed?

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Everyone’s story always beings either in the morning or at night. Mine began when the sun colored the sky blood red orange. An occurrence that happens every hundred and twelve years.

I was inducted into the coterie at age twenty, or was it twenty one? I really do not recall. At this moment the point is mute. What is really important is the here and now and watching the flow of this precious red fluid drop onto the cold tiled floor.

I would not care if all the blood flowed out of this idiot but I made an ill fated promise to keep this particular idiot alive until dawn and I keep my word.

” Jacqueline the sun is rising, why don’t we keep him hidden until later?”

She was in a serious blood hypnotic state, that new turns could not normally break. Angelica was no new comer and she is the best to drain a body dry.

“That sounds like a good idea. Let us put him in room 212. No one goes down there. They think it is haunted by all the people I killed over the millennia.” She smiled showing a bit too much fang.

Did that bit of information run a chill down my spine? Yes. But will she ever know that? No. She would from time to time say things to get a rise out of me and only once did that work. That was one of the worst day’s of my born again life. That I have ever experience. You may have noticed I said born again, as if I was chirstian. On the contrary there is not one religious bone in this body.

I just like telling the truth and the truth is if you come back for the dead you are born again, right?

Angelica and I managed to move the blood bag down the hall to room 212. listen to his breathing which was shallow and the pulse was faint. He would be good in a couple of hours. I began to formulate a plan on how to get him out.

” Put him on this bed over here.” She said as walked towards it.

“How many more of these do we need? I’m getting tired of curbing my appetite.”

We dropped him on the bed and she turned towards me with her red lips and descended fangs showing that she was willing to give me what I would need. Little did she know, what I need is waiting for this piece of shit, before he would give himself completely up.

Angelica’s pheromones were irritating my senses. She gives off a strong aromatic scent of ammonia and that is not sexy at all. Her age of 118 was not a turn off since before I was reborn I was attracted to older sexes. There are certain qualities that I do not like, even if I did choose her. She possess one of those qualities ei: women should not smell like ammonia.

Women should have some iota of how to entice and not just give it up. Finally a woman a real woman would realize that being a predator, we love the chase. Easy is not pleasing.

It seems she never learned that in her second life.

“What? I don’t do it for you? I will eventually I always get what I want.”

“Is that a threat?” I asked calmly but my eyes showed a different emotion. Angelica knew she stepped over the line with me but she was to proud to admit it.

“No it was not a threat. Just bestowing onto you what I already know.”

I had enough of her. “I will return I have to get to my accueil. No draining until I return.”

She nodded and followed me out of the room.

(Hey their my lovelies. Here is a new story to sink your teeth in. Fire is always burning in my brain to give you new story content. It Vampire time. Let me know if your ready for it. Until next time. Fia xoxo)

What’s Up Fia???

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.

O.N.S. Club The Spice Room Adult only!

Did you like the first room? Well there are other’s. Like our new member Jennine discovered. I invite you, with her permission to tag along.

As you remember, the rule is that you have to fill out the sites questionnaire to be invited. Jennine did not and she had was awaken to an experience only fantasized about . Let’s begin shall we.

“I just hate waiting for Debra. It’s freezing cold outside and she called me to go to the mall with her.’ she thought as she kept the motor running.

Jennine was content to curl up on her sofa and binge watch american horror story. Instead she picked up the phone to the overly excited Debra.

“Come with me to the mall.” she said.

I said, “No.” And yet here I am in my car in freezing weather to go to the mall.

Debra finally walked out her house with a glow about her. Normally Jennine could care less what was going on with Debra. The woman had drama written on her birth certificate, but today she said she had something to tell me.

She entered the car and looked straight at her.

“What?”

“I signed up on this site called the ONS club and I can bring you with me.”

“No. I knew you were up to something.”

“Okay wait just one minute. You are the loneliest person I know. You have not gone out on a date in over a year. You don’t even have a pet to talk to. Your only twenty four years old and you have the sex life of my widowed grandmother. Which that is changed since she been invited to go on cruises.”

“Och.”

“You’re coming and we are going to live life.”

“Deb’s it’s just a club. What do you expect to happen?”

“At the very least to get laid.”

Jennine looked at her as if she went deaf so a second.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes get laid. Now let’s go to the mall so we can get a new outfit.”

“I’m on a budget.”

“Bullshit. I thought you might pull that. So, it is my treat for taking me there.”

Debra was not messing around. She wanted to go to the club and she would not allow Jennine to back out.

It was nine fifteen at night when Debra decided it was the perfect time to go to the club. Jennine did not bother to put up a fight. She wore her down with her clever counter arguments.

 They found the entrance to the club after walking by it several times.

That set off a red flag for Jennine. Her heart beat was rapidly increasing by the second. Debra punched in a code in the box by the door. It allowed them access.

“Fancy security system, right?”

Debra looked a Jennine as if to say ‘no turning back now.’

The door automatically opened. They walked into the building that was dimly lit.

As they walked all the heard was the sound of their own feet. Following the direction they sent Debra. They turned right and walked down two flights of stairs and knocked.

The door was opened by a beautiful woman, wear a female version of a tuxedo that plunged down to her navel, revealing flawless skin.

“Card?”

Debra handed it to her.

“You’re a silver card holder. So you were allowed a guest. Please come in and enjoy. The coat check is at the back of the room.”

She said with a smile.

Jennine followed Debra in and was stunned to see the elegant atmosphere. They checked their coats and went to the bar.

You see nothing to worry about. Now let’s go get some drinks.

Jennine agreed. She needed something to quiet her nerves.

“Deb what are we doing?”

“Don’t worry. I set everything up.”

“Hugh?”

Debra looked at her cell phone to see the time. “Okay I did not want to scare you. So I just took the liberty.”

“What did you do?”

“Excuse me Ladies.” A deep sexy voice interrupted. “What will you have he asked as he looked them both over.

“We’ll have a vodka shot.” Debra said. The male bartender smiled at her and allowed himself a lingering glance at Debra’s body.

When the bar tender returned he handed them both their drinks and a card each.

“What’s going on?”

“Jennine calm down. After you drink your drink. Go to the room on the card. I will find my own way home. Just relax and go with the flow.”

“I don’t go with the flow.”

Debra looked at her friend with concern. “I know but tonight you will. She swallowed the Vodka shot and left Jennine alone.

She sat at the bar for an hour before she convinced herself that she wanted to see what she was missing. The room was 8. She got another shot of vodka and went.

Jennine knocked on the door for it to be opened by a man who was gorgeous and had a thick physique.  Wearing his hair back in a bun revealing a nicely groomed beard and mustache.

“Welcome to the spice room.”

‘Oh boy the room had a name.’ she thought. Walking into the room a scent of sweet cinnamon, rose and something peppery engulf her. Very soft yet spicy.

The light was dimmed but the hue of the room reminded her of chili pepper red.

“Normally you would have filled out a preference list before coming here. But I see you came as a guest.”

Jennine nodded and continued to look around the room.

“Are you nervous?”

“Yes. I think my friend thought I may like this.”

“So you don’t?”

“I just don’t know.”

“How about this. Close your eyes. I will do one thing and you will know if you may like to continue this.”

She looked at him questioningly, but she did what he asked.

He walked behind her and she felt his warm lips and his beard at her pulse on her neck and he gently kissed it.  Then she felt when his lips touched the nape of her neck causing her to shudder a bit.

“Do you know yet?” He whispered in her ear.

She knew and so did he by her response.

She opened her eyes to see him move to the other side of the room. He turned facing her as if he was formulating a plan. She began to fidget under his gaze.

“I want you to feel comfortable and if you would allow me to control this time we have together, I’m sure we can enjoy this experience.”

He leaned against the dresser waiting for her decision. She was never the one to do things without getting all the info first, but she wanted to try something against her nature.

“Alright, yes.”

He turned around and opened the top drawer pulling out what look like a ribbon. He walked behind her with it and said, “I am going to blind fold you with this ribbon and I will do nothing without you knowing.

“Wait, what’s your name?”

“Is it important to you?”

“Yes”

“Call me Ryder and yours?”

“Jen.”

She allowed him to put the blind fold on. She felt a little uneasy.

“From here on just listen and do what I say.”

He must have moved back to the dresser.

“Slowly take your clothes off.”

She wore a soft silk shirt and skirt set, with calf high boots.

“Leave the boots on.”

She unbutton her shirt. She was feeling unsure of herself since she could not see his reaction.

She let it drop and then took off her skirt.

“You look beautiful from where I’m standing. Your breasts look so full and the bra that holding them in is making me jealous. Take it off.”

She did as he said.

“Mmm, nice coned nipples that seem to b perking right before my eyes. Do you want me to suck them, Jen?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“Tell me how.”

“I went you to take you tongue and circle around my nipple then suck on it.”

“Sounds like it would feel good. Let’s see.”

She felt his hot breath on her left nipple. Then his wet tongue circling it. When he took her in his mouth his mustache and beard sent an extra sensation shooting towards her sex. Sucked on it hard causing her to arch into him. He did the same to the other. He pulled away.

She felt his hands slid down her stomach.

“I find this very arousing. Not flat but not too big either.”

Ryder said as he caressed her trembling stomach and He took her boots off.

He pulled down her matching panties and all she felt was his breath. “I’m going to lean you against the wall. Spread your legs for me.”

She did what he asked once she leaned back.

“You’re so wet that it’s sliding down your thighs. Should I taste you?”

‘Is this really happening?’ she thought.

“Yes” she answered as her breathing was a bit fast.

He moved forward and clamped his mouth down eagerly over her sex. She felt when his tongue went inside but what was taking her over was the feeling of his sucking and that wonderfully sinful facial hair.

On and on his tongue licking, mouth sucking working her throbbing flesh. Her legs were beginning to quiver almost giving out. She screamed out her release being so intense.

That was going to be it for her. No one ever gotten her to climax again after the initial.

Stopping he took her hand, “I’m taking you to the bed now.”

“Ryder I don’t usually cum again after.”

“She could her the soft chuckle.”

“Trust me.”

He guided her on the bed. It was moving. She’s on a waterbed. Laying her back she heard him go back to the dresser. He walked back to her.

“Now let me touch you but fight the urge to touch me back.”

He rubbed his hands together and then started to touch her. First he started at her shoulders down to her breast needing them, then pinching the nipples and then slowly to her stomach.

Jen started to feel warm and tingly.

“Why am I feeling warm?’

“It’s the oil.”

As he was massaging her stomach he went lower to her already spent and tender clit.

He was meticulous with spreading the warm oil on her vaginal lips. She could not help thrusting slightly upward as if begging him to stay where he was.

He spread her legs wider and she heard a hum.

“You’re going to feel a sucking as I enter you. Try your best not to touch me or yourself for as long as you can.”

Jen nodded.

She felt when he placed the instrument on her clit. The machine was sucking with force that she thrusted up and that was when he entered her with his thick shaft. The movement of the bed added an extra sensation as he thrust inside. Stretching her walls as the machine sucked tirelessly. She came so hard and fast. He took the machine away and continued to thrust in and out of her.

She heard the slapping of their bodies as well as felt it. He angle his body to the right hitting a spot, then left hitting another spot. H kept alternating.

“Jen you want to cum again? Then me now.”

He demanded

“Yes.”

Continuously thrusting he picked the machine up again and the powerful sucking and strong thrust she came quickly. He pulled it away but continued thrusting in and out of her.

“I’m about to let go. Cum with me Jen.”

‘Is he serious?’ she thought.

He changed the mode and it vibrated. He placed it on her tortured clit and her forth and final release almost did her in. she felt as if she soak his whole lower half completely as he did his final thrust.

He leaned over her as the bed moved. He slid out of her. He took off the blindfold. His hair came out of the bun and laid on his shining shoulders.

“How are you feeling?

“Wow.”

He smiled at her and climbed off the bed. They spent another twenty minutes talking and then she left.

The next day Debra wanted to hear the news but Jennine decided that was an experience she will keep to herself.

Would you like to try the spice room? Maybe it will be you who will get invited next.

I won NanoWrimo

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

A Secret Kiss (part 2)

Alexandra Munchunt is a woman who normally does things by the seat of her pants. She never had to worry about responsibilities that people of her age normally had to.

At the age of forty and looking every bit as if she was in her thirties, she had graced the cover of a well known fashion magazines. Once her father had passes away, she became the soul owner of a jewelry company. In the will, it said it was actually left to her husband, her father had hoped for. Her father did not believe she had a head for business but she proved him wrong and has been running the, “Munchunt Co.” for over seven years.

She does have a problem though. She has a sticky fingers. Which brought her into the predicament that she was in. She accidently borrowed a rare jewel from the sheikh of Dubai. She did not realize that it was a jewel that was given to him by his dead grandmother. Now he has made it a mission to retrieve it back from her.

She would gladly give it back but he was not known to be forgiving and she feared that he would take the hand or her life for her thievery.

Alex decided to go to an old lover, Barry Walter and see if he could get her out of this problem.

Walking into Barry’s office she knew he pulled out the best for her. His assistant Jose was exceptional at anticipating what was needed at the right moment.

She noticed that Jose looked a bit annoyed.

“Jose is there a problem?” she asked startling out of her thoughts. Which was a definite sign that she was not her self.

“Oh no I am sorry Miss. Muchunt. Mr.Walter’s is waiting for you.” Giving her a smile that she knew that was not genuine.

“Miss. Muchunt? I told you to call me Alex. Now I will not step one more foot inside without you telling me what has created that unibrow on your normally attractive face.”

Jose looked at her with a stunned by her statement. ‘Maybe that was too much?’ Alex thought.

At that moment Mitchel walked in with his usual GQ look and Jose’s unibrow reappeared.

“Where were you Alex? You wanted my help but I could not find you.” He said low and through clenched teeth.

“Have you two met?”

“Yes” Jose said.

He just looked her over again and did not reply. Alex watched the exchange between the two. She wanted to laugh due to the obvious chemistry that was bruing that neither one of them care to admit.

The door to Barry’s office opened and there he was. Barry Walter all of forty five and still looking as mouth watering as ever. Too bad he was off the market.

“Alex please come in.” He said with a smile.

“Mitchel wait out here for me and stop staring at her as if you would put her over your knee and spank her.”

That statement took Jose out of her sour mood and made Mitchel loose his train of thought.

“Barry thank you for seeing me today….” Alex said as she walked into the office leaving the two to hash out their differences.

Mitchel

“I am going to kill Alex when we get in the car. Why would she say that to that, that assistant of Barry’s?

“Would you like some coffee or tea while you wait?” she asked with no real inflection in her voice.

“Coffee please, with almond milk and three stevia packets.”

He knew no office was that stocked and he wanted to annoy.. what was her name again?

To his surprise she gave him exactly what he asked for and it was at the perfect temperature.

She went to her desk and started busing herself so she would not have to look at him.

“Listen I may have come off a bit abrupt and I apologize for that.” Not that he wanted to apologize but he was not mad at her, it was more towards himself for doing this favor.

Jose looked up and her eye’s still seemed a bit strange to him. Not natural in the least.

“Forgive me but do you have issue’s with your eye sight?”

He noticed that she looked away from him quickly. She bit her lower lip deciding whether or not to tell him.

“I do not have an issue with my vision but I have one blue eye and one brown and it tends to draw attention I do not want.”

Mitchel looked at her envisioning how would she look like with the one blue and one brown. She had attractive features. Soft jaw line. A perfect pout that she brought to life by nibbling on them. Nice length of hair that would be perfect for… Before he could finish his train of thought something loud crashed and it came from Barry’s office.

Mitchel went straight inside to see Barry laying hunched over a chair and Alex no where to be found. Mitchel checked Barry to see if he was breathing and he was.

“What did Alex do now?” Mitchel said out loud not realizing that Jose could hear him. He also did not notice that the assistant was bending over picking up a piece of paper.

“I think you should call the police. Alex has been kidnapped.” She said to him in a calm tone.

Jose

Why did she have to be here today? Not only did she grit her teeth and dealt with Sir Mitchel professionally and answered his probing question. But now she was involved in a kidnapping.

“Give that to me.” He demanded.

Jose walked over to him and gave him the paper. then she went to the phone to dial the police.

“Put the phone down.”

“Hello, police—-“

Mitchel snatched the phone out of her hand and hung it up.

“Why?”

“I will take care of this. You take care of Mr. Walter.”

“You are not the police.”

“I’m better.”

With that said he left her to take care of a now moaning Barry. She was really getting tired of Sir. Mitchel.

‘I’m better.” She said under her breath.

I hope you are all liking this new post. If so let me know.Comment and follow. Until next we burn up the page. Fia oxox