Dontea’s Level of Hell pt 2 (English)

I will wait
For time is neither fast nor slow

You will be here
in my bed, on the floor, against the wall

There is no place
That is more sacred than in me

Moving past the insignificant wasp
I watch you ingesting the fluidity of muscle

If it were in me, I would whimper
Like an animal that lost its precious toy

We both will wait
tormented by societal norm’s

Meaningless words
said out of an insignificant mouth

Your mouth is what is need
Your soul is mine to bend

“You will not speak of this to a soul,” I whispered
Riding my untamed stallion to completion

Once my name is uttered
Then you are openly mine

There is a circle
Within the circle, things are done
Things are said
Things that are better off dead

You have entered my circle
My Hell

Pleasure intense and relentless
is a hell on the body and mind

I must control my savagery
Innocents is best taken slowly

In secret, I enjoy my own release
No one else will enter this inner sanctum

…To be Continued….

Dontea’s Level of Hell (Spanish)

En el momento en que te vi Supe de quién eran esos labios

Te pusiste en mi camino Como una maldita prueba, sabiendo muy bien que no la pasaré

Otros pululan y prueban lo que es mío Créeme cuando te digo que eres mía

Me quedo en las sombras y observo El placer que me quitas al rechazar su tacto

Ocultas la marca Mi marca que acaricias con toda tu fuerza. ¿Crees que no te estoy mirando cada vez?

Te observo mientras aguantas la respiración Luego vuelves a la realidad, sintiéndome cerca de ti

Deseas

Anhelas

Recuerdas

De nuevo, vienen a ti Polillas queriendo ser quemadas

Queriendo un poco de mi copa Inhalo con furia

Recuerdas

El calor de mi lengua traza La línea… oculta a la vista

El recuerdo

Arremolinándose Luego subiendo y bajando sobre la suave piel

Gimiendo

Sigue subiendo hasta la corona Mmm, brillando con un solo diamante Esperando mi adoración

Ahora

Hay una avispa persistente Atrayéndote hacia su abrazo

El calor aumenta. Registrando en la escala Richter del infierno

Necesita ser aniquilada Convertida en polvo, dejando sus alas a su paso

“Ven y prueba mi dulzura”, Un deseo de ser tentadora Un pie fuera de las sombras

Nuestras miradas se encuentran “

¡No!”

Retrocediendo y sabiendo Mis entrañas arden por ti

…Continuará…

Dontea’s Level Of Hell (English)

The moment I saw you ,
I knew whose lips those belonged to

You were placed in my path
Like a damn test, knowing full well I will not pass

Others swarm and test what is mine
Believe me when I say you’re mine

I stay in the shadows and watch,
As pleasure is taken from you and you reject their touch

You hide the mark
My mark

The mark that you caress without consciously realizing.

Every time you do it, do you think I’m not watching?

I watch as you hold your breath.
Then snap back to reality, as feel me, near you

You want…
You crave…
You remember…

Again, they come to you.
Moths wanting to be burned.

Wanting a taste from my cup.

I suck in a ragged breath

You remember?

The heat from my tongue traces
The line… hidden from sight

The Memory

Swirling around…
Then up and over soft textured skin

Moaning

Continuing to climb to the crown,
Mmm, glistening with a single diamond,
Waiting for my worship

Now

There’s a persistent want,
Pulling you forward into her embrace

Heat ratchets up.
Registering on hell’s Richter scale

She needs to be obliterated.
Turn to dust, leaving its wings in its wake

“Come and taste my sweetness,” A want to be temptress,
As one foot comes out of the shadows

Our eyes meet,
“No!”

Stepping back and knowing,
My insides burn for you .

…to be continued….

(Working on my rendition of Dante’s Inferno)

The Collector

I am the collector
I collect shiny things,
beautiful things,
broken things,
things that can never be repaired

I am the collector
I am your savior
I hold you when you need to be held
Then, when we are done
I will place you on my shelf

I am the collector
You are exquisitely beautiful
How broken and damaged are you?
Then, when you are whole
You will shine even brighter

I am the collector.
There is something that no one sees
There’s a scar
How did you get this scar?
So beautiful and delicate on hard skin

I am the collector
I used to keep puppies, kittens, and a lynx
Pets need their freedom. So I let them go
To go about their days and nights
If they should wander home

I would collect them into my arms and give them solace.

I am the ultimate collector, only if you knew

Tonight

Baby come here
Let me whisper in your ear
Let’s do things
Naughty things

Things that will make your mother have nightmares
Things that make the priest say a prayer, but still stare

Come here baby
We have the whole night
Let’s start this off slow
I can make you feel so right

I see that you wear those garters
You want me to take it off with my teeth
You know once I’m on my knees
I’m gonna want some more of this sweet honey heat

Are you blushing
That’s deceptive as shit
All that sweet candy talk that you give everyone
they wouldn’t believe how good you suck my dick

Why don’t you keep that dress on
But pull those tits out
While I move in for your clit
Sucking on your thong

What do you want tonight
Three fingers of four
In your back door
Or do you want me to bite

It’s Friday night, baby
You know I’m insatioble as Fuck
Are you already wet, my love
Dripping like Pavlov’s dog

You know I want it messy
All over my face
I want you to lick yourself off
We both know you like your own taste

Baby…….

Wait….

(She couldn’t take anymore with the sweet talk and just wanted to get fucked)

Lotion

One pump in the palm of my hand but it’s not enough

Two pumps now we’re getting somewhere

Three pumps of smooth creamy nicely scented lotion

The heat in my palm

Will get it to the right temperature

I place both palms together and slowly

ever so gently rub my hands in a circular motion

While I’m doing this

I am keeping continued eye contact

Because this lotion is going to be rubbed into every

nuance of your body

I see you are bit excited of where this lotion is going to go

why don’t we start at ,,,,,

(Can you finish that stanza? I dare ya)

Grown Man Lovin’

You know, back in the day

I love me some young men

I was willowy, I was spring, Damn I was May

I was down to trying every position conceivable

Hormones were rampant

The body and spirit were ready, willing, and able

As work starts to consume more time

Exhaustion and getting money

Constantly plagues the mind

You start thinking, where did they go

There were always a couple

Going with the flow.

Taking matters into one’s own hands

Look and you shall find

Yourself a gown ass man

The ones that develop their own technique

Have your heart fluttering

Having your body say yes if it could speak

He comes into the room with one thing on his mind

You, no cloths, ass in the air

Pillow biting, taking you from behind

You stop just for a second to say one thing

I don’t want any bruises

You understand what I mean

You’ll get a bruise only you can see and feel.

Right on your inner thigh

It’ll make you wet and you won’t want it to heal

Now let me explain grown man lovin’

It is a tried and true method

Ya hear me, I am not frontin

They start with that whisper that hits behind the ear

A practiced tone

That causes goose bumps and raises those baby hairs

Hands and fingers roam south

a slight U turn north

A dip in the valley then a suck in the mouth

Now, depending on where they are from

You are a good girl, a darlin even a babe

Every term of endearment to make you cum

If you watch close they have a signature move

As if there is a song in their head

And they are dancing to a groove

You are close, the tremors start to begin

Your bite on a pillow

So the neighbors cannot hear what’s happenin’

A grown man will see his cue

This is it

Time to do what he came here to do

Legs spread wider

Deep groans are felt from his balls

About to unload inside her

Clap, clap clap

Drip drip drip

All the way down the back

“Please, please now I beg”

He grips my thighs tighter

Before I slide off and he’s holding one leg

Explosive eruption

Implosive destruction

You lose recollection

For the faint of heart

I advise you this

Do not start or be a part of this bliss

They make you want more and more

That you just cannot have

This is another one of my musings

Just being very, very bad

Second Request

Are you ready to be openly claimed

It is not the same

It’s your choice, but it’s not a game

You’ll wear my symbol

You’re lucky I won’t brand you

Well, there is a branding

But that’s between us two

You want to think about it

Go right ahead

You know where I’m at

Right in this bed

If your choice is yes

Come to me undressed

Hard and excited

I will accept no less

They say a contract should be drawn up.

It’s ready and waiting

For your signature to be placed upon

You feel that you may get neglected

You have more power over me

I bet you did not expect it

I am danger

I am hunger

I am deprived

And I could be your savior

You don’t want to think

You want to move an autopilot

You want to get to that place

You know subspace

All your wants will be given

As my insatiable beast is feedin’

You had a taste of my palace of joy

All the implements I could use, all the toys

Don’t bite your lips

That’s for me to do

Go now and think about it

Your choice

I’ll openly claim you, boo.

Two Times

Two times, I am going to make this request.

Once in the morning

Once tonight

I am looking to claim you.

Openly

You up for the task?

The closed cuffs

The belt choker collar

The bite marks right above your nipple and your hip

My handprint blazing that gorgeous ass of yours

You know I’ll have a Saint Andrews Cross engraved with your name in my dungeon.

Just for you

Are you tempted to be mine?

I’ll wait

Tonight pet.

(Hey, fire starters. I feel like stoking the flames today. Are you up to play with me? There will be a short story and the second request. lol)

Short People Dilemma During Sex

Have you ever thought about how it is to be intimate with a short person? Oh, I know what you are thinking. When we lay down, we line up.

Naa. Not necessarily.

There are some obstacles we have to go through just to reach that magnificent climax.

Now I got you thinking right?

Let’s start with just making out. Your person is 4’10” or 11”. You 5 “ 10 or taller. Shorties love to tilt our heads back. But when you start feeling that burn. You know.. That muscle that you rarely stretch out starts to burn and then spasm in the back of you neck. Not cool, my dude.

Then you say “Just straddle me”.

Ok, climbing on top, in a sitting position. Everything is lined up. Until you lay back. The lineup is gone. If I am following you down kissing. The pussy and the dick aint touching no more or you break the kiss. Keep on the grind, and nipples are in the nowhere zone.

Boy, you know those nipples belong in your mouth. Stop playin’.

Now you are thinking, Let me just do it from behind. Pillow under the stomach to get my ass at the right height so you don’t have to do squat thrusts and catch a Charlie horse.

This is where the bedding is super importante. No and I mean absolutely No Silk Sheets.
It is like being in a slip-and-slide amusement park. God forbid you get one good shot in. That is when your head meets the headboard, and you lose that arch of your back.

“Wap” on the ass and a. “Get that ass back up here”

Not all of it is as bad as I am making it seem. I mean, at least when you kneel to give head, you’re right there. Super focus at the task at hand.

I was told I could be held upside down.

Yeaa, Nooo.

Bodies hot and slippery. Head hitting the floor.

Where am I going with this? I have no idea. Random thoughts come at me out of nowhere. I hope it made you laugh.