One Night

Open Email

You are cordially invited to One Night Only. You have been chosen out of many to come to this location at this time. Once you arrive you will be notified to which room you are assigned to. This is your opportunity to let all your inhibitions and fears be left outside the door.

If you choose not to accept, please just trash the message. You will receive this only once. You will never be contacted again. The ball is in your court; it is up to you to decide.

I looked at that message several times and wondered who was playing a game with me. One Night Only sounds like a setup. What does it mean leave your inhibitions behind? I’m thinking about who knows what I like. I was very careful.

Everything I did could not make one think that I like a more decadent lifestyle. I looked over the e-mail and there it was. Something that I didn’t notice before in the corner. A Raven standing on top of a whip. Shit that was from the shop I went to a month ago.

I remember now I was talking to the assistant owner, and he kept looking at me as if he knew more than what I was letting on. I just walked in there not knowing what I really wanted but after talking to him I realized I wanted more then what just the items can provide.

I sat there looking at the message for twenty minutes before I clicked on accept. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty. It was alright, nobody would figure this out because I look like someone who likes to keep to themselves. I’m not too flashy and when I speak, I barely say much. It’s in ten days so I have enough time to build up my courage for something that’s only going to happen for one night.

I don’t know what I’m hoping for but I’m tired of not knowing what I need.

He looked up at the acceptance, but he was not surprised. I didn’t realize that he was being watched.

“Don’t know why do you have that smile on your face? I haven’t seen that in a very long time what’s going on?”

Looking up from the computer I see Samantha smiling at me and she genuinely cares about me. So,it didn’t bother me so much to let her know about things that I like.

“Remember that woman that came into the shop the other day and she seemed a little lost? ”

Samantha looked at me with questioning eyes trying to remember what I’m talking about.

“It doesn’t matter. What matter is I reached out to her and she accepted.”

She stood there with her mouth slightly open not fully understanding what I had done but she waited before she said anything and that’s what I appreciate about her.

“I invited her to the One Night Only.”

Realization finally dawned and I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I was going to have from her, but I did not expect her to jump up and down like a schoolgirl as if this was the best present she’s ever received.

“I’m so glad you’re trying to get out there again.”

“It is only for one night and I think we both would greatly benefit from what will happen.”

“But what if some connection…”

“No. There can be no connection. I don’t think I can handle that. Not after what happened.”

She stopped bouncing and she looked at me with sad eyes. I didn’t want that look, I just wanted a friend to understand.

“Alright since it’s only one night you better put your best foot forward so she can understand that there is more to life than just hiding. I remember who you’re talking about now and it seems like she wants more but doesn’t understand the more that she wants will be liberating if she only lets her guard down.” Samantha sat with her arms crossed exposing the tattoo that she had on her forearm that’s said ‘Take me now as I am.’

I looked at her and nodded because I got the same feeling from her and at the same time it may heal me as well.

(Hi my fire starters. Hope you are all doing well and keeping warm with passion fire. This is only the beginning. lol)

I AM HERE

I have been floundering for the past couple of months. Could not find my footing on stable ground.

You must think that it is normal for people to go through this. It could be I do not know. Something happened recently that reminded me who I am. Which also reveals a fault of mine.

I see the best and the possibility of who people can be. Not seeing what was really going on.

It is easy to blame me. So, they did. Yes, you read right. They. So, I decided the best course of action is to stay with my mini circle. I know who they are and they know me without judgement, because I am not perfect, but I am not the scape goat either.

I have a friend who every once and awhile asks “Where are you?”

That is not asking about me physically but mentally. I need that sometimes because I get lost trying to be someone I thought they wanted. Enough of that.

I am writing this here because I am inconsistent and I need to change all of that and need to focus.

The year is almost up and I should have completed a couple of projects already, but I have gotten lost. I am back now and I am going to take you with me on my journey. Poetry is coming and Stories.

This is my heart, my love and my passion.

I have not said this line in a long time, but it is fitting to bring it back.

Let us stroke the fire until it burns, my fire starters. Fia Naturie is back.

Summer Tongue

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

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

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

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

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

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

Walk the line

You walked the line between heaven and hell

Do you allow the beast takeover

To dominate every area and every inch of this space

To take without being asked

To break you

To bend you

To reveal a part of you

You never knew existed

Or

Will I hand over the reins

Allow another to give me pleasure

To feel free

No thoughts

No decisions

Just feeling the moment

The Beast is waiting. Decide.

Coming Close

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

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

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

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

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

The club is called H.F. Post Society

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

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

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.