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
So the story I just started call How many times must I die. Will be changed to Seven Deaths. It suits the story line better. Also you will see that I posts different pics of the character and you may get confused as to why I switch the main character looks. That will be explained as well in the story.
As for The Call of the Dhampir I am at the mid to end point of that story so do not worry I did not drop the ball. It is taking time to figure out where everyone will end up.
As always I do love feed backs and star if you like what I have written. Other surprises will be announced. I am so excited.
Until next we meet. Keep it burning. (I do not own picture)
Hello to all my fire starters out there. I am sorry that I have left you so long that the fire has died down to ash. Let’s throw some new longs on the fire shall we. Fia is ready to set it a blaze.
Q: Fia I hope you have not permantly stopped with your site. Here is my Q that needs your A urgently. My problem is Dryness. Yes I am so dry when I has sex with my friend that I have to have lube. Now just recently I had oral sex with another friend of mine. (Which his/her tongue should be length checked) I was sooo wet he said it was more than a mouth full. WTF? I am confused help.
A: How long is that tongue honey? Got me wondering. Here is what I think is happening. The first guy is on go with out trying to push your button to see if your ready. Forplay is the BEST play. It sends the signals that you are about to get it on, get it poppin, get something. Now there are people who have a depleated estrogen supply and that has to be brought to your doctor’s attention but if it’s whamo and your as dry as burnt toast it’s not cute. Your gonna get hurt and emotionally it does not make you feel like your worth his time to get you aroused. You need to talk to him and see what is his/her problem?
Q: How contageous is Herpies?
Q: I went out on a casual dinner with a friend and I was not looking to have anything go further than that. It was nice so I gave the person my number. Now the person will not stop calling me. How can I let this person down nice?
A: First why did you give your number? Everyone gives out fake numbers and you had to be the honest one. Just be truthful. You had a good time but that was it you do not want anything more and please loose your number. Then block this person’s number. (Hopefully it was a cell phone number.)
Q: Please take this seriously even though I know it’s funny as hell. I was with my girl and my back went out when I was on top so I pulled out . My girl said it was ok and proceeded to take out a vibrator to finish what we started. Now I am a fair nice size but her sh– was huge. I am feeling some kind of way. Should I just leave it alone or confront her about it?
A: Your back went out? Wooo. What is bothering you? The fact she had a vibrator or that it was huge? Talk to her about it but don’t confront her. Your her man not her father. If she is still having sex with you then you are satisfying her or she would be having a talk with you.
So I hope the fire is blazzzzing. If you have any questions you want answered and do not want to post it publicly here. Please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Until next time keep it lit.