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.

Count Down Surprise

Hello, fire starters. I have been holding back a secret that I can now share with you. (Well… I have other secrets too…. not ready to share though)

I will be attending BOOK CON 2026 at New Yorks Jacob Javits center. It will be 4/18 and 4/19. This convention will show case traditionally published authors and indie authors.

I will have a table representing Hypo Frost Magazine and my e bookstore. Not only that. I will have my own published book Rum Over Whiskey there.

I would be doing a disservice by not saying that I did try to reach out to authors on WordPress to see if they would like their work to be placed on my table and in my bookstore.

Unfortunately, I think they may have thought I was a scam or bot. I will try to reach out again. If you are curious about me and what I do. I will be officially starting a newsletter. I did try a test run, and it was ok but with all new things it takes time to master.

I am so excited to share this with all of you. Until next post. Have a great day.

Hey You Guy’s

I have great news. I will have a table at Book Con 2026′. I am freaking out about it.

I will be representing Hypo Frost Magazine and Bookstore, and Stars Rite. A writing community. My table will represent both. Those writers who are published will be on the table.

I will post some pictures so you can see and tell all of you about the experience. That is it for now.

Fia.

Short and Hot

Yvonne

If you had told me, I would be in the arms of this man. This particular man, who made it a point of not acknowledging my existence. I will call you an absolute liar.

You see, I’m not the typical woman you would find walking in the streets. Nor would I ever want to be because everybody seems to be determined to be a carbon copy of each other. I am what is characterized now as a little person. My height is 4 feet 9 inches.

I have certain attributes that I enhance to get men to look at me, but that is just to feed my ego. When you’re the last one to get asked to go anywhere, your way of thinking gets a little obscure.

I thought I wasn’t chosen because I wasn’t pretty enough, and that I couldn’t look like the others completely. I mean, I can fit into fashionable clothes; it’s just that I will have to have them taken in and hemmed. After graduating from high school, I decided that I would never wait again for someone to choose me.

I will never be that girl who’s raising her hand, saying, ” Pick me, pick me. I am going to be that woman who chooses that man.

Now I’m in a predicament that I did not see coming. Devin Martin has me pinned against a wall with his body so flushed against mine that I feel his arousal.

“Yvonne, I have had enough of your taunting me. You act like I don’t see you. Of course, I see you, but I will not be one of those men that you toss aside and think it’s OK.” He said, whispering in my ear.

“Let me down, Devin,” I said with a calm voice that was not mirroring what was going on inside me. I was battling with feelings that I buried a long time ago for Devon. He went out with the most popular girls. The same girls who would tease and sometimes hurt me physically.

Everyone had a crush on Devon. He was not the guy in the sports team, or was he the guy in the band? He was the guy who ran the school paper and got a scholarship to the most prestigious school one year before even making it to his twelfth year. All this time, he ignored me as if I were an insect on the wall.

I made it a mission to be in his vision as much as possible because I was angry, and I wanted it to be seen by him. Now he sees me, and I’m not sure if this was what I wanted.

“I’m leaving tomorrow. This is your chance. I know you want me. There is no more hiding between the two of us because I wanted you just as badly.”

As I felt his cheek brush against mine, a rush of pleasure went through me. Devin wouldn’t let me say a word. Instead, he kissed me. Not soft like I dreamed it would be countless times in my bed, room alone.

No, this was a kiss of pure hunger. Of a person who has denied himself what he wanted and decided there was no more waiting. I matched his passion with my own. I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding tight. He had my hands above my head, holding them together with one of his. With the other, I felt him caressing my breast. I moaned into the kiss as I arched into his hand.

He pulled away from the kiss, and we were both breathing hard and staring at each other.

“Do you want this? Oh, are you teasing me?”

“I’m not teasing you, but we cannot do this here.” As I motioned with my eyes to show him where in the wrong place to do what we both want.

With one more grind of his hard member, he let go of my hands, and I unwrapped my legs so I could stand on wobbly feet.

“Later today, then? You come over to my place.” Devin asked, waiting for my response.

Before I answer it, I need a question of my own to be answered. “Are you doing this for some prank? Because I know you’re going out with Stephanie”.

“Stephanie and I were never an item. This is not a prank, and to prove it to you, I will walk out  holding your hand so everyone can see us together because I don’t give a damn about what other people think.”

With my question being answered? I told him I would be at his place by six.

(If you want to read the conclusion of Short and Hot. Let me know.)

Chocolate?

The person who created this concoction, I am convinced, was just trying to lull some unsuspecting woman into a state of euphoric bliss before pouncing on them.

What a way to start this right. Kill me off. Death by chocolate. Any way I will continue as I laugh at myself.

I notice that my poems get a lot of love, and my stories, as long as they are short, are being read. When I see the likes its like having chocolate for me.

I just devour it and then smile. This is just me musing over my thoughts today since it is valentines day.

I wish you all a happy one.

It’s Finally Time

I have finally made the time to go down the welcome to Word press trail. I have meant to do that for a while, and I have gotten caught up with life.

I have read some very interesting introductions, and I hope that the ones who started on here for therapeutic purposes find some semblance of peace.

When I started on WordPress many years ago, my motive was to get people to read my work. I figured I don’t have to publish a book if people took the time and just read what I wrote this way.

I started putting out my stories here and now I have a blend of stories and poetry. It is funny what happens in life. I have published a book. Working on publishing another one. I own a literary site, a magazine and, now a bookstore.

The bookstore is in its infancy, but it will grow. All this to say is that we never know what may happen when we go down our own rabbit hole.

Still, when it is time to hop to it, I must at least. I have been spending a lot of time on Stars Rite. A writing community. If you are curious, come and see what it is like and say hello.

I’m Fia, and I always say hello back.

What’s on my mind

There are days I feel like I spread myself too thin, like butter on dried toast. You know how the heat from the toast just melts it in the crevasse. Then there are days I feel like I am the tube of butter a one slice of toast couldn’t melt me in its wildest dreams. lol

What an opening, just to say I have a lot on my plate. I have finished the third edition of my Hypo Frost magazine, and I have created an online bookstore where I import books myself. On top of that, I am running a poetry and writing site.

What is wrong with me? lol

I am a writer. I love creating worlds in my mind or doing twisted things to people in this world. My poetry is free-flowing thoughts and emotions. In one year, I wrote over 500 poems. some long, some short, but all mine. Well a few I did with a partner.

I guess I can be convincing if I want to collaborate on poetry and stories. Why am I writing this? I just need to write. I wanted to give you all an update and at the same time just write my thoughts as it tumbles out.

As
words
trickle
down
from
a
mind
consumed
with
thought,

One wonders with the flow stop, and will the pool stay still stagnant?

I will keep going till the water stops flowing. I hope you do too. fire starters.

Poetic Voyeur

Why am I drawn to your writing?

I’m not sure myself.

 Is it because I can see the damage and every word

Or is it that I can see you 

See, you get so engulfed in every word 

To make your point come across?

It’s my own form of voyeurism. 

You’re so open in a different way.

Do you pull your hair and get aggravated 

When you can’t get the right words

Or when you’re writing something salacious, 

do you put the phone down? So no one can see? 

Maybe you could close the book. When you feel, 

your ears are turning red from what your mind created 

To see the human body and all its splendor on the outside.

 Is deliciousI 

I will not deny that

But to see what’s inside the mind is so damn sexy.

I like to watch as you toil around thoughts

.And then present it to me

Do you give secret notes away?

I’m a greedy bitch

Is it wrong for my beast to stir when you do

As I read the pulse in my neck begins to beat fast

Breathing air is difficult

When did air become thick

I feel my heart start to stutter

Not realizing I stop breathing altogether

It’s a drug, the words

Sweet then dangerous

A tender kiss to open one up

Then the moment a moan escapes

The world slips away

It’s just the words

The ache

The  need

Half-hooded eyes

Blown pupils

Inner heat

Created by the poet

When it all comes to an end

I’m left with the tremors

I’ll wait until the next

Poetic piece

The question is…

When can I …

Have more

Death Watch

My skin hurts. It feels like they’re ripping it off my bones—sliver by sliver. I can’t scream anymore. My voice left me an hour after they started. They said that once it’s done, I’ll be a changed person. Yeah, it changed all right, because once they set me free. I’m going to kill every single one of these fuckers

Five Days of Life Left

The room smelled of sugar and sweet peaches. I did not want to bother Amanda as she slept, but she knew sweet scents turn me on. Watching her sleep with her lips parted, and her light snoring made me smile.

Looking down and seeing her nipple peeking through the spaghetti strap top made me want to wake her up the way she likes it.

I bent down and took that wicked nipple in my mouth, swirled my tongue around,d and sucked it in. Her breathing changed, but she was not awake. I glided my hand up her inner thigh, meeting a little resistance.

‘Fine, you do not want me to go that way,’ I thought, slipping my hand around the back and cupping her ass. She made a little moan. She moved her leg a little to give me access, and all this while she was still sleeping.

She felt so warm and wet. I continued torturing that nipple, and I found my way inside those shorts. I could be a beast and just go inside her. But she was so sweet lately. I parted her folds and took her slick heat and rubbed that greedy clit of hers.

She was breathing faster. Her eyes were moving back and forth as if she were having the best dream.

I stopped circling and waited till she showed me her sign that she was ready. Opening her legs and the whimper. Damn, she whimpers so beautifully..

‘Okay, baby, I am going to give you what you need. Even in your sleep,’ I thought.

I slid two fingers in her hot channel and found her spot. I knew it like I knew my name. Pushing in and out and rotating my finger, she was panting. The sweet smell and the natural smell of her filled my nose, and I wanted to taste her everywhere. 

But she’s asleep, and I like her cuming and watching me.  I stopped sucking her nipple and pinched her other nipple. Her eyes flew open, and the look she gave me. Priceless.

“Please..please” She whispered as she fucked my fingers.

I know her clit is begging for my mouth. But no. I want it to stay throbbing and wanting me all day. Instead, I turned my wrist a little and played with her tight hole. She was so wet she dripped back, and I lightly pushed in.

She was never taken back there, but we were going to on our anniversary. She was so receptive.

“No, not ready.” She whimpered

I pinched her nipple again. “No more speaking,” I fucked her harder with my fingers and added a third.

“You want to cum, bab,y” I asked, and I can feel myself wanting her to want me so badly she could almost hate me. Almost.

“Yes..Yes please”

I can feel her tightening and almost there. I am the sadistic person that I am. I pulled out and left the bed.

“Don’t you dare cum. Don’t touch yourself. That’s mine.” I said, looking over my shoulder.

She took the pillow and screamed into it. Yeah, she’ll think of me all day. Clit throbbing, pussy spasming, and the hint of the forbidden.

I went to take a shower, and I could hear the bathroom door open.

“What the fuck? You leave me like this?”

“Yes”

“Yes? That is all you’re going to say?”

I looked at her and smiled. “Yes”

We have been together for a while, and I told her that I get in funny moods. It had never appeared before, but it’s her,e and I don’t know if she can handle it.

“You do that shit again, you sleep on the couch.”

I laughed as she stormed out. Then I heard it. The fucking vibrator. “Bitch”

I walked out wet. Took the toy out of her hand and away from that fucking clit and threw it out the window.

“What the Fuck”

“Don’t test me. Get dressed and go to work.”

‘I need…”

“I know, and I want you to need me. Get dressed.”

I went back to the shower, finished, and went to the kitchen. Amanda came out, face red, a look of “I hate you” in her eyes.

“What you said, you can handle me.”

She grabbed her bag and stormed out of the apartment. Maybe I went too far? Nope, not far enough.

Afternoon

After I got dressed in my usual white shirt, black pants, and black flat shoes, I grabbed my long pea coat and keys and left my apartment.

She will probably not speak to me for a week, and strangely enough, I was okay with that. She decided that she wanted to open our relationship to other people. I told her no, but she went out of her way to try to convince me.

Of course, we had amazing sex last night, but the thought of someone else taking what was mine made me mean. She used sex for me to say yes, and I used lack of it to make her pay.

Five years and she wanted another. Stopping at my usual coffee cart, I ordered my coffee and a butter roll. It was 28 degrees in New York, but I still felt the chill on the back of my neck. Looking around the street, it looked normal. 

People are rushing to the subway or the bus stop. Horns honking to make the left turn on the main street, and Agnas sitting on the cardboard wrapped up in a blanket asking for money for the day. I called the homeless division to come and get her. She stays out here, she is going to die.

My attention went back to the cart, and I grabbed my order. Walking past the private school, I felt the chill again. I looked to the left, and I saw this man staring at me as he lifted the gate to the legal cannabus shop. He lifted his chin to say hi, and I lifted my coffee in response.

The feeling was not coming from him. Who is walking over my grave? That’s what they used to say when you felt like this. I went into the familiar place that I had control over. My office. I am a hired photographer. It’s just that I am hired to incriminate people more than to make them look good.

I work with all divisions of the department. It took years to get them to trust me. Walking in I was greeted by Ethan. He was part-time and a cheap receptionist. 

“You have bills on your desk, and this was just dropped off.”

I stopped breathing the minute I saw it. The black envelope. 

“It’s weird, but there is no writing on it, and the person said you would know how to read it.” Ethan was way too excited. He loved mystery novels.

“Can I see what it said?”

I snatched the envelope, went into the office, and slammed the door. I did not need to read it. I knew the words by heart.

I took the black paper out of the envelope, went to the bathroom toilet, propped the paper in and let the cold water wet the paper.

It read

“You are cordially invited to your wedding. Be there at eight. The wedding will promptly follow. No need for RSVP. 

P.S. Show or you will die.”

Shit, I hate my life. I can not run because they will find me. By tomorrow night, I will be Nia Lin Barbatus. The wife of Colin Barbatus, the head of the Roman family in New York. The chill I felt was me being watched. 

His people are called the Death Watch. I am now on their list. The paper disintegrated and I flushed it.

Hey fire starters I know I am off and on. The ignitor needed mor fluid. lol. I hope you like this. Let me know