The Heat Scale Announcement.

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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.

Until next we burn. Keep the fires lit.

Can I be a stripper Carlie Story Part 2

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So my mom is the hospital and I have rent to pay. My minimum wage jobs is not going to be able to get me out of this hole. So I made up my mind that I would strip a couple of times just to see if that will ease the stress off me

I called the number and the same guy answered the phone. That voice is amazing. He told me to come in at seven to fill out the paper work and ready to dance.

The first thing that came to mind is “What the hell am I doing?” I have no idea what to do. What to wear and how long am I supposed to be there. I must have talked myself out of it five to six times. Even on the way there.

I did not tell Michelle or Joseph. I figure that there is no need to bring them into to this weird period in my life. I got there at six to watch the girls and see what they were wearing. I bought a matching bra and thong set which is modest compared to what I seen.

“Your early.” That voice. I looked up and I swear I was going to be sitting in a puddle. The man was hot. He gave me the forms to fill out and said to relax. He knew it was my first time so he wanted me to do one whole song and that was it for the night.

I agreed and ordered myself a drink. Not to get drunk just to put a little fire in my belly. I went to the dressing room and the girls there looked at me with daggers in there eyes. I changed into the out fit and the house mom walked over to me to give me the rules.

I felt like I was in catholic school. All the rules went in one ear and out the other. My focus was the stage.

I went on stage to a nice up beat song. Something I definatly could move to. Half way through the song I began to take off some cloths and Money started coming my way. I don’t know if it was the money, the music, or that little bit of liquid courage, but I danced two more songs that night.

I made six hundred that night and I was hooked. I watched the girls and I picked up a few tips and tricks. The manager, Mathew was impressed at how I just blossomed so easily on stage. He called me to his office and this is where I did not know who I was becoming.

Mathew sat there looking at me and when he seen I was getting uncomfortable with him staring at me. He finally spoke. “Carlie have you ever done a lap dance?”

My heart stopped. I never even danced until that night. Now he is asking about a lap dance.

“I’ll take your silence as no. Here, take this.” Mathew said as he handed me the number.

“That is Lettie’s number. Call her and she will teach you what to do. One rule, no prostituting on the premises.”

Once those words escaped his lips. I kid you not, I passed out. I did not realized I was holding my breath so long. When I came too I was in his arms and he smiled at me.

“It’s a shame I do not date strippers. Are you alright?” He asked.

My brain began to work again and I got up and left as quick as I could. So telling you all this is leading up to the grand finally. So if you have to use the bathroom go and then come back.

I hope this is interesting you. Please give it a like and follow. Also comment, I would love to hear from you.

Wicked Wednesday

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Hello my fire starters. It’s Wicked Wednesday time and the fire has been raging. What happened my lovelies the heat has gotten you hot and bothered?

Q) Fia my friend has been arguing with me to go to the doctor. He said that he has burning at the tip of his penis. What do you think?

A) Really? Go to the doctor. It could be as simple as irritation from the fabric detergent/softener on his clothes to an yeast infection, to an STD. But the only way to find that out is to go to the doctor. (Hopefully this friend is not trying to get that penis near you until it is taken care of.)

Q) Hey, we went to the beach in Ocho Rios. It was beautiful and warm. My question is even though the water looks clean. Is it really? I mean the ocean is the ocean right? Couldn’t the bacteria from one place go to the next?

A)I am not ecologist. I have to say that first off. I think the bacteria that is found in one part of the ocean does not necessarily be able to survive in the other part. Due to the temperature it needs to grow and the right conditions to help sustain it. This question you would have to research it to get a more indebt answer.

Q) I feel that there is something wrong with me. First off  I love sex. I am putting it out there. I noticed that I seemed to be wanting to have it more often than normal. If I could have it six to seven times a day. I would still want it. What is the deal with that?

A) First off there is nothing wrong with loving sex. The problem is wanting it continually. That’s why they have sex anonymous help groups. You could also go to your physician and have a blood test to see your hormonal and thyroid level. It could be playing havoc on your libido.

So today’s topic was an array of questions that caught Fia’s attention. If you have any questions you need an answer to. Please email me at fianaturie1@gmail.com and I will give you what you need. An answer.

Can I be a stripper? Carlie Story. Part 1

Posted on by Fia Naturie

This is for my non fantasy readers. I hope you enjoy Carlie stripper life. This should be without saying Adult content. 18 and over please.

If I would have known what I know now then, well maybe my life would have turned out differently. Yes we all say that and when I was younger I told myself that I would never ever say that.

I guess it’s time to tell the story and stop stalling. I’ll start out by saying My name is Carlie Winslow but my stripper name is Magic. Far from Carlie right.  Before for all come at me I will say it was my choice to be a stripper and no one else.

I am what you consider a tomboy so why would anyone ever think I could be a stripper. Honestly I never gave that a chance in hell as a career option. I am about five feet, six inches tall. Unruly auburn hair and dark brown eyes boarder lining on red.

As for my body? I’ll give your the specs. Bust 34, Waist 30 and ass 37. Skin tone is the color of coffee caramel. I have nice shaped lips, I was told and what comes out of those lips sometimes would get me in a world of trouble.

It was in august when my friend Joseph and Michelle asked me to go out with them to a new club that opened up on I-19. At that time I would rather watch the sports channel then to go to the club.

Michelle was getting ready , putting on lip gloss then spraying some body spay that tends to choke me every time she used it. Joseph was just waiting on her, sitting on the couch.

Let me tell you about joseph he is what you would call Your eyes are playing tricks on you. He is your down home country boy. Hetero from the get go. Body thick from working on his uncles farm. Hair naturally body waved and the perfect suckable lips a man could have.

Then one day out of the blue he said “Carlie, Michelle I’m a porn star.”

I definatly did not believe him and Michelle was on hormone overdrive.

Joseph had sex with both male and female. He said honestly he likes both sexes equally. Till this day he has not shown me a film of his, but Michelle searched it out. She said that if she would have known what he had she would have givin him some in high school. Michelle is a horn dog.

Now back to me. They were getting ready to go out and Joseph looked at me and said,” If you do get up and change into something so you can come to the club. I’m going to put one of my films in.”

That had me jump up and grab a short shirt and sheer blouse set I was given as a gift. I pulled my hair into a manageable pony tail and put on sheer lip gloss.

Michelle wanted to add more. But I talked her out of it. We head out to the club and I realized it was a stripper bar. I wanted to run. They refused to let me go. My heart was pounding because I did not feel right being there. The music was great and once we sat down. I did not feel so nervous.

As the night went on I had a couple of drinks. Michelle said I had at least four drinks and five shots. The rest of the night was a  blurr but Michelle and Joseph filled me in.

I was dancing on the stage with the girls and the owner asked me to go the back room to audition. Joseph said he was laughing so hard that he almost pissed himself and Michelle was laughing just as hard. They said I was so upset that they were laughing that I went to the back room and danced for the man.

I must have impressed him because he afford me a job if I wanted one. At that point Joseph and Michelle dragged me out the club and took me home.

Now I’M going to skip a few days because nothing interesting happened after that. It was a Thursday night when I received a phone call from August. I do not know an august. so I answered it to say It’s the wrong number. When a voice so deep and sexy asked for me by name. I almost came on myself.

“Hello Carlie I was wondering if you were interested in dancing at the club.”

I was so embarrassed because I was just going by what my friends told me what happened. They did not tell me that I went in the back with him and took my cloths off. I almost died. I must have said something funny because he chuckled.

“Listen you dance decently and your body is toned and would drive any mans dick to salute. If you decide to dance come in fill out the paper work and we can get you going as soon as that night.”

He didn’t wait for a good bye he just hung up. I sat there with no words coming out thinking,  ‘I took my cloths off to a complete stranger. A stranger who voice is sexy as hell.’

I called Joseph and confronted him about me being left alone with a stranger to take my cloths off. He told me I was so combative that they just let me do it. The guy was on the up and up. that when he spilled the beans that he was in the room too.

I was going to die. Joseph said that if she did decide to do it that he would definatly be a customer. I stopped speaking to Joseph. Michelle was on my shit list and I decided to forget about the club., Until I was told my mom was in an accident and they had to keep her in the hospital under medically induced coma.

Do you know how much all that costs? So you guessed it. I went to the club and danced.

Hi all this is the intro to the story. It is a three part story and the third part is going to get graphic. Please comment and follow.

The door opens (Tcotd23)

Posted on by Fia Naturie

Adorjan stood before the gate with the three locks. It was rusted and foliage had over grown all around it. Ukr stood his distance so Adorjan can have space to figure out the first obstacles.

It should not be hard he thought. He needed to find the key first and then figure out which one it would fit in too. He started to look around on the ground. Move little rocks and pushed the bushes to the side. Still he could not find the key.

This was not going to be as simple as that he thought he Staring at the door he noticed that one of the key holes was designed differently. It looked similar to canine teeth. He reached out and glided his finger across it. He felt a sharp pain before pulling his finger back.

There was two holes on the pad of his finger that was pooling with his blood. He was tempted to put his finger in his mouth to suck his blood but the key whole looked as if it wanted the blood that was coming from his finger.

Adorjan dripped some blood down the face of it and he heard a bolt unlock. So his blood was the key to opening the door. The door creaked open as all heavy old doors do when they were not maintained.

He looked back at okr and nodded his head to let him know he was going to continue. Once Adorjan entered the deathly dark tunnel he had gotten a scent of spoiled eggs. 

“What could possibly give off that smell?” He whispered to himself. He moved further in and the sides of the tunnel lite up with blue fire. He never seen blue fire before. How was it created was definatly unnatural.

He moved further down the tunnel only to step in a gelatinous muck on the ground. It gave off the smell of rotting eggs. He looked around to discover  skin that was sheaded off a beings body.

He continued to walk further in. A low murmuring was just a head. He had not weapon to fight what could out to greet him. Further, and further in he went the sound became louder and louder.

He came upon a room. The room had a large animal sleeping in the center of it. Adorjan decided to try to get around it to get to the other tunnel opening behind it. The animal opened it’s eyes.

Adojan froze. The eyes was clear as glass.  The beast stood. It was fifteen feet in height and it’s fangs were a foot long. The skin reminded him of the lizard that roamed around in the woods but it’s head resembled a cat. It was the most horrific looking animal that was ever created. But the question is how to get past the beast without getting those teeth sunk into him.

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As the party waned and the guest left. She could not stop thinking of her betroth. He was attractive, playful, seductive and brutally honest. Could she be able to satisfy such a man?

She had a lot to think about but not tonight. She decided to enjoy what was left of the feast ivies.

“Are you happy with you match?” That was the most Makalo said to her all evening. It did look like he really wanted her input.

“Well whether I like it or not I will become his wife.”

“You are correct.”

She wanted to storm off but that would make the family look awful.

“He is suitable.”

“That is good. I will be leaving you to attend to the rest of the guest. You are old enough to handle this.”

She was stunned that he would do such a thing. But he turned and left. This was a test. She can not fail at.

Sorry for the long wait. I have so many longs on the fire it takes time to get to all of them. Please like and follow if you are enjoying the story. Until next time this is Fia saying keep the fires burning.

Seven Deaths

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One day I will die and I will take with me centuries of knowledge of the past and visions of the future. Just like I will die today.

I am so very tired of this shell of a body. I have returned to this state of being many, many times. To learn lessons with every life. Learn about life, love and death eventually.

It is not my fate to live among you forever. It is to experience the human experience in it’s vast cultures and forms.

As I perish, my true self lifts off and is drawn to a new life. It may happen in the same family or I may be drawn to the other part of the world.

I coexists with the life force that is created. From the time the shell is penetrated, I too will enter.

Oh, it is not damaging to the new life. I sit and wait until the sparks of electricity make a pattern. A pattern that I embed myself in.

I know what your thinking alien force. Since you describe an alien as “belonging to a foreign country or nation.”

I belong here. Every country is my country and every nation was built as I witnessed it happening.

I am not energy even though I have been cursed into this form for centuries. I am a living, breathing being that must complete it’s trials to be aloud to live in my own glorious form.

I pray this is the last life form I will have to endure until my curse is broken. To have no contact with my own kind, which is cruel punishment by itself.

You maybe wondering how can I break this curse and if you already know how, why didn’t I? I do know how to break the curse, the problem is I can not tell anyone how to do it.

It has to naturally be broken by someone who truly would like me free. Here’s the catch how do they know I am in here? They don’t that’s why it’s been centuries.

Ohh the pain I feel when the body goes from unnatural causes. Like smoking or drugs. I will tell you the story of how I became cursed at least that will distract me from our death.

If you like the beginning of this story please like and comment. I plan to have fun with this one.(Wink)

Fia’s update!

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Hello my fire starters. I am so sorry I have been MIA for a bit. But I did announce that I would not be on so much.

I had an couple of personal events that has burned up my time. Do not get me wrong, I like the heat.(wink)

I am hoping to get back on track in another month or two. Until then I will keep you in the mix. Until next we read, which will be shortly.

Keep the fires stoke, because Fia likes a wild fire.

The Eight O’clock Train

Posted on by Fia Naturie

The crow cawed before the sun rose in the sky. ‘Bad omen’ was the thought that crossed my mind. Normally I wouldn’t care what time I left the house to catch the train but today was different. Today every hair on my body stood on end, my stomach felt constricted with nerves.
This was not going to be any normal day. The sun was scheduled to rise at seven fifteen. It was now seven thirty and the moon was still in the sky. Another bad omen.
I pull out my mental roller deck of prayers to make it safely to my destination.
A cab stopped in front of me. Obviously, so I would chose to take him instead of waiting for the local bus. Which by my watch was running late.
That was a third sign and yet I still headed on my way to work.
The drive to the train was uneventful. I convinced myself that I had to stop with all the superstitions. I paid my fare and ran to catch the train before it left the station.
I was just in time to squeeze in before the doors closed.
The cart looked like any other cart except for the tall man that stood at the back exit.
I felt him staring before seeing him truthfully. I tried my best to ignore him but I could not shake the feeling that he was not normal. I could not get a good look at him. He seemed to be standing exactly right so that it seemed he was in shadow.
The train made three stops before a man who was obviously living out of his shopping cart entered.
The mysterious man in the back watched the homeless man that entered. The air in the cart seemed stagnant almost thick enough to be choked by.
The train went into the tunnel and the lights went out for a few moments. No one moved or said a word. All you heard were the train rolling on the tracks and all you felt was the swaying of the cart. It was like we all knew not to move.
Once the lights returned, the homeless guy was slumped over his cart. Looking as if he fell asleep and the mysterious man was standing where he was before the lights went out.
But the air had a foul taste to it. I thought it was the normal odor from a person who had not showered in ages. That was my first thought, then a memory immerged in my mind. “Liver”.
Yes it smelled liked a bloodied liver. I glanced at the man that stood by the door and seen what no one else had noticed. The small puddle that he was standing in. It could have been water if it was raining. It could have been spilled coffee if he had any before I arrived. But I knew it was neither, I quickly turned my head and tried to focus on the movement of the train.
The man started to walk down the aisle. From the far end of the cart to the other. Passing in front of me, leaving dark red drops across my folded legs. He stood in front of the doors opposite a man with his eyes closed and nodding his head to the music he was listening too.
My heart jerked as the trained stopped and the doors opened.
The man left the cart. At that very moment the oblivious passenger that sat where he stood, realized that bloody foot prints made its way off the train.
A scream was let out by a young girl of fifteen as the homeless man fell over exposing his throat that was ripped out and gaping.
What a morning.

Tonight your mine {tctd#20}Rated R

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The party was definatly one for the books. With music and crystal décor. The guest ranged from elite to the willing entrée. Jacqueline was dressed in white with red tear dropped rubies accentuating her high-spirited bosoms that seemed to want to join the party themselves.

“I do not see why I must be the only one wearing white?”

“It is your two hundredth birthday and we managed to keep you untouched.”

“So what are the red ruby drops mean?”

“That every drop of your blood is precious. Your betroth would love the double innuendo of it.”

Jacqueline did not understand until her mind went to drop of blood and breaking her purity. She rolled her eyes and was ready for war.

“Jacqueline I will warn you only once. What ever your mind has formulated as retaliation for this, do not do it. You are bound. You may dream of killing me and your father to break it. But it will not. Your bound by blood.”

“I’m what? You mean that I will never, ever be able to be with another or else I will perish?”

Abella tucked a random curl behind her hair and decided it was time to go. Jacqueline had, had enough of this. she will find this guy and make him call this thing off since she could not make them listen to reason.

The party housed everyone from the two nests. As Jacqueline made her entrance to the party all stopped and ogled her. She learned from an early age how to school her face and not show any fear, but the amount of eyes on her were intimidating.

Makalo stood beside her with a glass of aged rum and held it up to toast his daughter’s 200th birthday. Everyone applauded. Everyone except the odd handsome guy in the corner.

He was not dressed like everyone else and his features looked exotic. definatly not from around here. He must be the servant of someone. Too bad he definatly peeked Jacqueline’s interest. It didn’t matter anyway she had to find this guy and get him to call it off.

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Creya walked into one of the guests rooms at the end of the house. Adorjan followed behind her trying to control his breathing.

She opened the door and waited for him to enter. Once inside she closed and locked it behind them.

“Jan do you know what I am?”

That was an odd question to ask at this time.

“Your a shifter of some kind.I think.”

“Yes I am and normally my kind likes to stalk it’s pray before we kill them. But I am not stalking you and I do not want you to run because that would set off that prey drive.”

Adorjan was feeling his nerves coming to the surface. He wanted Creya to the point that he was hurting from the pants he wore.

“What would you like then.”

“Have you ever watched animals in the wild mate?”

He frowned at the question until it dawn on him. This was going to be a very interesting night.

Adorjan slowly approached her while keeping eye contact. Creya moved back not making it easy for him. He remembered that at one point the male swiped at the female but he was not an animal. Instead he tried grabbing her and barely grazed her shoulder.

“You want me tonight and I do not deny wanting you, but you must show me that you are man enough to have what I will give.” Creya said with a low but audible growl after.

Jan took off his shirt and shoe freeing himself from the constraints to capture her.  He managed to maneuver her in front of the bed. I was not going to be an easy leap to take her down since she more nimble but he had a plan.

Keeping his eyes fixed with hers he reached into his pocket and pulled out a stone he picked up along the way. Creya would not break eye contact. He managed to drop the stone on the wooden floor making a load pop as it landed. Distracting her enough that he leapt and  was able to catch her off guard.

He pinned her down holding her arms above her head. Creya’s breathing was fast and erotic. Adorjan  leaned in and kissed her but not how it was the first time. I was aggressive and dominating. He knew she was turned on buy the sound of a low purr emanating from her.

He released her lip to see her offer him his her neck and he knew this was a form of submission but he was not sure if he should.

“Do you want me?” She whispered

That was all the push he needed. He licked the length of her neck and kissed it. Then he began to suck on it and finally he bit but not enough to puncture skin but enough to make her arch into him.

Releasing her hands she went to take off he pants revealing how ready she was. She unbuckled his pants and slid them down until they were both bare.

She held his shaft with her left hand and slowly glided it  up and down making him shudder.

“Jan wait.” She knew he was close. She spread her legs so she could cradle him between her thighs.She guided his pulsating shaft to her warm dewy entrance.

Adorjan pushed into her snug channel and trembled. He began a rhythm that is known by all to reach the aching peak of release. He felt when her nails scrathed his bare back as her walls spasmed milking him tightly to cum and he released with a scream.

Adorjan did not fall on top of Creya but watched her in awe in what they just shared.

“Jan we are not done. I have let you have me your way. You must take me mine.” She said as her eyes turned into a feral cat green with yellow.

He withdrew and flipped her over on all fours. This time it was not a slow guided entry. He went inside her making sure to claim every ripple, groove. Once she growled out, when he hit the back of her wall. He knew she was done.

Something was coming over him. He did not know if it was the rhythm of movement their bodies were doing or the rapid beating of her heart. Or the rush of blood going to his engorged cock but his incisors finally descended and he bit Creya as she came soaking him with her sweet scented juices. 

Adorjan seed shot through his cock with such force that it caused Creya to growled out in orgasmic bliss.

He began to drink but he caught himself and stopped. He released her hoping she would not hate him for what occurred.

Creya looked over her shoulder as Adorjan with drew from her and she noticed that he seemed worried.

“Jan that was amazing.”

He looked at her to see if she was lying but there was not doubt in her voice.

“Come lay next to me. The night is young and I have not had my fill.” She said smiling at him.

He climbed back on the bed behind her wondering if he should hold her or not.

Creya smiled and reached for his hand and draped it across her.

“Give me ten minutes to recoup. Until then just lay with me.”

So my fire starters where they a bit wild or where they not wild enough. lol Let me know how you like it. prescribe and comment until next time. Fia xoxo

Catch up with Fia day

Posted on by Fia Naturie

Hello fire starter’s. So you may have noticed that I have been a bit delayed on the call of the Dhampir short story and my wicked Wednesday. I do apologize for that. I will be posting the Dhamphir this weekend. Please keep watch for it.

I have been world building for a book that I will be working on very soon.

If you have been following me over the years you may have notice that I like to write : Erotica, Fantasy, and Science fiction with fantasy and Urban literature.  Normally I would write them from the seat of my pants. So technically I am a pantser. But that really is not a good way to go for me any more. Since I work full time I have to be realistic. So I have created plan on story building.

I can not say I am a 100% planner. I will have moments where the story will take over. But as long as I know where it will eventually end I’m happy.

I have created story maps that seems to work for me. There is one for short stories, like my blog post and one for books.

I will eventual post my map on writing a short erotic story if anyone is interested let me know. Now my style may not be your style but you can always tweak it to your preference. 

So that is log that is burning on my fire right now. Until next time. Keep it burning. Fia xoxox