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.
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.
“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
“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.
“Yes get laid. Now let’s go to the mall so we can get a new
“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.
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
Jennine agreed. She needed something to quiet her nerves.
“Deb what are we doing?”
“Don’t worry. I set everything up.”
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.
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?”
“Call me Ryder and yours?”
She allowed him to put the blind fold on. She felt a little
“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
“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
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
‘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.”
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
“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.”
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
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.”
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
“How are you feeling?
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
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
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.
“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.
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.”
Mitchel snatched the phone out of her hand and hung it up.
“I will take care of this. You take care of Mr. Walter.”
“You are not the police.”
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
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.
Hello my fire starters. I have promised to get back to you about The Heat Scale. There are four short stories that I will sum up for you.
1st The Search for Fantasia = the grandchildren of two well known botananous set out in search for the illusive fantasia flower and on the way a heated romance begins to bloom.
2nd Malice Access Granted= Moved away from a neighborhood that caused his broken heart, to return to find another’s heart that beats for him, Latrice.
3rd Shadow = Collecting money from a dead beat for his family normally is a bore. Not this time. A shapely secretary, Cevy, not only entered his thoughts but aroused his body.
4th Treatment Requested = Just because your a multimillionaire does not secure you love and having a family that is big on family, no wonder Mari ran away and ran into the very thing that could cure her loneliness.
So these four short stories aim to please. I will be setting up a give away. So stay tuned. If you can not wait it’s available on amazon. Kindle unlimited users it’s $0.00 and for hard cover it’s 3.58.
Hello my fire starters. Hopefully you are not too mad at me for not being as consistent as I was earlier this year. I have been trying to get my novelette out. It is called The Heat Scale by Fia Naturie. There are four short fiction stories. That is sure to please.
Since it is a novelette the price will not break your pocket. I wanted to keep you abreast on what I have been up too. I will post the cover later on today and I hope by this Sunday it will be available to you all.
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?
I hope you all enjoyed Charlie short snippet of her stripper life. If you did please leave a comment and like it. Until next we burn. Fia