The Judge Made Me Get a Divorce

Meeting up with the ladies at the bar to blow off some steam on a Friday night. It’s supposed to be a relaxing night but instead it turned into this conversation.

Hello ladies, and welcome to the Do It Right Bar. What would you ladies be having tonight?” The waitress asked

Juju was the first to order. “Do you have any plum wine?”

“Yes, we do. Is that what you like?”

She sat there and just nodded her head as she looked around the bar.

“And what would you like?” The question was headed towards Casey.

“Well I definitely don’t want no plum wine. Give me a tequila and if you have some corn chips with some salsa too.”

The waitress jot it down and looked at the third in our group Joni.

“Just makes me a White Russian. And I’ll take it from there.” Joni accent was new York and Slavic. It sounds sexy when she lowers it and whispers in your ear but down right scary when she’s pissed off.

The waitress looked at me, waiting for my order period

“I have a bourbon on the rocks.”

Now what I said sounds very normal to most people. But who orders bourbon on the rocks at a bar that is pumping music that is supposed to get you up and dance. She took my order with a questioning look on her face and turned around and walked away.

“WTF Fia, what is wrong with you? It is bad that we have to deal with the Jujus plum wine at a place that is supposed to have something different. But bourbon?”

Juju, unless they’ve had enough of Casey riding her about the Plumb line, and just let it out just a little bit.

“Listen, you uneducated, uncouth twit. You talked about my Plumb line one more time, I’m gonna show you where I’m gonna stick that plum.” She turned back to me, it said, “Bourbon?”

Now I don’t know why I was waiting for Joni to say something. The woman is very calculated with her words. Her stare spoke volumes.

I took a good deep breath and I just confessed.

“The judge said I had to get a divorce. ”

The three of them looked at each other, trying to understand what I was talking about. This is when Joni surprised all of us by saying, ” You’re not married.” I guess my statement just threw her out of her normal headspace because she normally tries to use big words to throw all of us off.

Taking a deep breath again, I had to explain.

“You see, this whole thing with the divorce with the judge started about three years back. I was in a slight altercation at a house party, and the judge told me that I needed to divorce Appleton. Now, I did put up an argument stating that it didn’t have to come to this, but she said if I did not divorce Appleton, then I would spend some time behind bars.

So when Appleton left, I started seeing Gin. Remember, I was having this whole crisis, and Gim came in handy. She was very flowery and smooth. Too smooth that I ended up back in front of the same judge. The judge said Gin’s gotta go to. I didn’t understand that because Gin didn’t cause any problems, at least that’s what I felt. But I guess my texting several people and telling them what they can be doing instead of doing who they’re doing was being creepy.

Finally, with my third husband, Jim, I thought it would have been a forever thing. You know, forever is not a very long time, especially when his buddy McCullen walked in. You see, Jim is a good old boy, and the other, was like, Who’s your daddy? It’s a Long story short. The judge said that I am no longer to be married to Jim and to leave the other one alone since he is taken.”

The three ladies looked at me as if I had completely lost my ever loving mind and burst out laughing. Now I thought we were the only one having this conversation but what really was going on is that several people stopped dancing and stood around us listening to my divorce stories.

When I stopped and realized how many people were around us, I just bowed my head in shame as I could hear the laughter building from the back all the way to the front. And my friends didn’t help, not one bit to calm down the laughter since they were laughing so hard that one of them Juju, started snorting.

While all this is going on the waitress who was also listening to the story and laughing just as bad as everyone else came over to me with a bottle of Triple X moonshine. I did not order any Triple X moonshine, so I looked at her, questioning what was going on.

“Well you see the bartender and I over heard a snippet at the end about how many divorces you had and we didn’t want you to get off the horse that quickly so to ease you back into the dating pool we thought we’d take you in the backwoods and give you some Triple X moonshine.

This shit right here should keep you out from seeing that judge, but you have to listen to me when I tell you this: Do not marry the moonshine man. This is just to ease you back on that pony. If you don’t want the moonshine, man,, I’ll go back and get you the bourbon. The bourbon is more like you at home,, with someone in front of a fireplace, leaning up against a desk or something, not a bar. Well, not at least at this bar.

As the night progressed, I conceded and started dating the moonshine man. He was hitting all the right spots. Had me moving all kinds of ways that I forgot that my body can go. And he’s not a jealous man because I got the digits of several who were laughing at my demise.

The ladies had decided that my story needed to be put out there. Juni, who is the editor-in-chief of an Internet publication, ran my story and called it a judge’s demand that I get a divorce.

(Hello fire starters, I know I have not been writing stories on here for a while. I am still writing, though. I came up with this last night, 6/7. Could not stop myself from writing down. Let me know if you like it. Fia xoxo)

Hypo Frost Magazine Update

Hey everyone,

I wanted to share a quick update on Hypo Frost Magazine. The next volume is on track and scheduled for release in July—thank you all for your continued support and contributions!

I also wanted to take a moment to talk a bit about the purpose behind this magazine. The goal has always been to give your incredible writing more visibility—beyond just being posted on a site. You all have unique voices and talents in your respective genres, and I want to help showcase that.

That said, I’ve been hearing from some of our adult and erotic fiction writers who feel like their work isn’t getting the attention it deserves. I hear you—and I’ve got something in the works. I’m excited to announce the early stages of a sister magazine to Hypo Frost, called Dark Frost. This new magazine will focus specifically on erotic and adult fiction. Keep an eye out in the coming weeks for more info on that!

Now, back to Hypo Frost—my main mission remains the same: getting your work seen. I’ve looked into other magazine platforms, and many charge fees just to submit or even to read published work—fees that often aren’t refunded if your piece isn’t accepted. I don’t do that.
Instead, the magazine’s sales help cover advertising and production costs, so contributors don’t have to pay anything out of pocket.

One important reminder: any work you submit to Hypo Frost remains 100% yours. You’re free to share it elsewhere, submit it to other publications, or include it in future projects.

I’ve also just uploaded a new video on YouTube announcing the July edition—I’ll include the link below. And yes, submissions will open soon for the December issue, which will have a theme (to be announced after the July release).

This magazine is truly a labor of love—it’s not always easy, but it’s incredibly rewarding. Thank you for being part of it.

Until the next update, keep the pens flying and the ideas burning.

Fia

Be Careful

You want to know what my day is looking like

No, you don’t. You really do not wanna know

If I had to describe my day in a color

It would never be a blue day

Violet is too tender

The only color I see and feel is red

I want to say

F U C K ,,,Y O U

because I feel it so deep in my soul

There is no other word that can suffice how my day is going

I can’t plaster a funny smile

I can’t beg the light twinkle in my eyes just now

and tenderness coming from these lips

It’s not the day or the time

You may be wondering what set me off

It could be just waking up

It could be just doing the mundane everyday things

I don’t know, and honestly, I don’t give a shit at this particular moment

I think it’s a blessing right now that I am alone in this place

because I can’t say that I’m just feeling pain

It’s pain mixed with anger, mixed with absolute helplessness

I just want to hurt you

hurt you so bad that you feel exactly like I do

What the fuck, the thing about this whole thing is

When this all subsides

I’ll be the one who wants to help you through it

“Be careful with the quiet ones.”

It doesn’t only mean sexually

Yeah, it’s not a good day for me

So, I’m going to stay quiet

Clench my teeth

Keep tapping my leg

just hoping that this day will end that much quicker

(Not always a good day)

Time Capsule

I wanted to post my writing of my series of letters here. I did not professionally edit this. You have this in its raw form.

With practice and time, it will get better. Thank you for listening to this.

Fia xoxo

If You Only Knew

If you only knew what you could not do, why even try

You can not step your foot out of the door

You can not venture out and explore

You can not sing in a high key

Wait a minute, that’s not you, that’s me

You can not go dancing in the rain

Or listen to it hit the window pane

You can not say hello to me

I mean really

Me?

I will not push and I will not pry

But why not try something you have bottled inside

Like, put anchovies on a pizza

Or actually go and finally meet her

Try on something that you like

They don’t like it; they can take a hike

Anxiety is a wretched thing

Not something to overcome easily

Never peace does it bring

I am not saying to go the opposite way

Too much is too much on any given day

What I am saying is to dip a toe in

Maybe two if you can swim

Let’s just have fun and just be

That’s all I got for now, Fia Naturie xoxox

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)

Poetry Rising

Who said poetry is dead, and if so, how do you know

If all poets and poetesses are buried six feet below

We should rise to their surprise

To show that we will never go

They talk about the darkness as if it’s a second soul

They talk about Romance as if it cannot be let go

They talk about anger gripping them so deep, You Feel It In your sole

They talk about erotic scenes that your eyes cannot let go

Poetry is not dead

Don’t let that petty talk go straight to your head

Come with me and let’s play

Just maybe you’ll want to stay

You are so sweet and so tender

I just wonder if you

Or you can come and render

The poet or poetess out

From your darkness

Fuck It ….I’m???

I was warned several times

I said I can handle it

The more you said Nah

The more I said I can handle it

WTF, I can’t handle it

Smooth is an understatement of what I felt

To be caressed inside your body

Something I never felt

first, it burned. I expected that

Then it was sweet and a little numbing

My head titled back

Now I have many a bottled lover in my time

Many who did the job, and I felt just fine

McCullen decided that he wanted to make a move

I had my big girl panties on, and I was ready to groove

He treated me like I was brand new

I knew what to do

I was instructed for a bit of fun

rub my tongue across the rim umm

makes me think of another rim yumm

I took him down several swallows

That took him down so deep that my throat was hollow

He dribbled out just a little bit

I cursed my jaw muscle, why did I let that shit slip

expensive as fuck

worth every penny though

makes my mind wander though

How many people did he plunder though

Anyway, it was my time, it was my place

It was my mind, it was my face, it was my mouth it wasssssss

Slow and steady, wins the race

I swallowed too fast, I couldn’t keep pace

WTF did I do

I wanna be his mistress, that’s true

If I say parts are not well lubed and primed

I will be lying, I can’t think of another rhyme

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

The Composer

Melodic music is softly played through the sound system. Nothing you can dance to, more of a supplemental message under the tunes. I know this because I created it. At the back to the left there is a curtain that has several hidden secrets. I know of these secrets because I know the owner, whose name is Feast.

Fish is, of course, a cover name. Isn’t that a very satisfied person? What’s adorned him with . he liked it so much. He decided to keep it . he stands at 5 feet, 11 inches tall . complexion is deceitful. At 1 moment, it is the color of dark Bron in the class that light hits from the above ceiling.

And then at the next, it could be sweet. Honey. In the summer, when the sun is just right.

His eyes are just as deceiving tonight. They are hazing, leaning towards green.

He outlines the rooms with dark chocolate liner. His lips are pouty but natural. His hair is pulled back. But if allowed to be free, it falls in waves right at his jawline.

I left my glass of water with lemon to my lips and tear my gaze away from him. It is not unusual for me to watch. And he knows it . a matter of fact he encourages need to watch .

The music changes, and I notice two people enter.

One man tall, wearing all black. That’s a silver chain link. Reminiscent of circle cuffs. What does it scream to me? They are wanna be’s. The woman stands two inches, shorter, nice frame tits too big and pronounced. Giving, just have them done so look at me .

I’ve seen this before. it’s not unusual. They’re on the hunt. I chuckled to myself because I swear they will not stand a chance here.

But it will be fun to watch them try. They split up to work in their rooms separately. For a power dynamic, they are horrible at it.

It’s best that I describe the room to you. It will give you an understanding of why I say what I am saying . At the bar there are several spots are taken by those who are are newly awakening to this way of life, and yet they both crash and burn.

Let’s move more into the room. You get those who are more seasoned and know exactly what they like and who they would like to play with .. Yet again, they burn. They regroup at the bar, looking around and the woman spots me.

Again, internally, I laugh. If they choose to come to my table, they have lost before they even begin. She whispers something to him, and he glances my way as if I am the last target for the night.

They both walk over and take a seat across from me

Error one

“ You’re sitting in the dark just watching. Do you like to watch?” she asks, waiting for me to respond.

Error two

I sit and wait to see what he says. He crosses his arms to show what? He’s fit? I’m not impressed.

“Do you want to join us in a little fun?” she asked as he sat there watching, engaging me.

Error three

“ My name is Emma and this is Balka. Your name is?”

I have to correct this before they end up regretting, what they are inviting into their night. I begin to tap my finger against the glass to the beat of the new song. it’s odd that this particular song is played at this time. I look at both of them before I say one word.

Leaning forward, I say, “ First, you were not invited to sit in my space. Second, you ask too many questions. Third you two do not know what you are doing. He is supposedly the dominant of you, too and you I guess is the top?

I’m going to tell you what I see. What I see is two submissives who think they know what they are doing. Did you get your information off the internet or something?”

I watch to see you what I have said sinks into their heads. He has still not uttered one word, but I knew I had struck a nerve by the way he was clenching his jaw. She, on the other hand, looked taken aback by my obvious and on-point observation.

Leaning back in my chair, I decided, why not? “ What I’m going to do for both of you is generous. Since you need something tangible to call me. My name is A.”

I say this while tapping a different beat on my glass, opposite the beat that is playing in the systems at this exact moment. They both feel confused and a little angry.

“You are very presumptuous to state what you think we are. “A” is the name you’re going by? Really like The Scarlet Letter?”

My taps change again, they shift in their seats.

I tell them, ” Go to room 12. Remove all your clothing and wait for me. You do not speak until you are spoken to.” This aimed at the mouthy woman.

Watching both of them I see the effect that I’m having on them. Their eyes begin to dilate. They do not understand who I am and what I do. They rise from my table and start walking towards the back. They must have done research on the club to know the rooms are in the back.

Once they left, Feast walked over to me with a grin.

“Hey, what’s up with those two?”

I look at him with a slight smile on my face, but I have stopped tapping on the glass.

“ I feel like creating a new song tonight. Do not worry, they will remember, and maybe they will learn what it means to come to my table.”

Feast starts to chuckle and leans down so no one else can hear what he says to me.

“ I feel sorry for them. They got snagged in the web.”

With that, he leaves and goes back to charming two possibilities for himself tonight. Everyone who is vetted into this club knows that once you sit at this table, you are snagged into the composer’s web.