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One Last Time (Adult)

Stretching and reaching for the headboard
Trying to wake my mind from the dream
Hearing a voice say
“Stay right there. I want to taste your morning cream.”

The timber of the voice
The scent of cedar wood
As if I had a choice
I am amazed that I would

Hands that move over languid muscle
Firmly parting two thighs.
Working me over like a side hustle
Thinking about what I could use as an alibi

Teeth find purchase on firm mounds.
Damn, I love the teeth. the mouth, the tongue
Bury my head to make no sound
We had only begun

A playful swap on the opposite side
So tempted to turn and put him inside

“No. This morning, I’m in control.
You will feel me from the top of your head
To the tips of your toes.”

If memory serves
It has not failed me before
If I am good, I get what I deserve
If I am bad, I will receive a punishment I adore

“Relax, I know exactly what I want to do.
You trust me?”
I honestly do

He wants me to say the words
I have not said in years
“Yes….Master?”
Sounds foreign to my ears

“Why a question
When you know I’m a switch
I let you control me last night
Now I want to scratch another itch

This is who we were in the past
The present will fade
Why not relax and let this last
Why can I not have this little escapade

Warm liquid flowed down the valley.
Increasing in heat as it goes
Sliding a muscle in the alley
Teasing a hole that is tightly closed

“No one has ventured here since me
Can you tell me why
I would know if you are deceiving me
No need to lie.”

Feeling the heat rise on my face
Eyes closed as I confessed
“I could not allow someone to have your place
I now feel completely undressed”

Slowly he probed
The burn is real
As if he knows
How he make me feel

Finally in 
Stretch to the gods
Now the fun begins
He was the right one for the job

With every thrust
I feel his grip sink in
Like a steam engine about to bust
Our insatiable desires are interwoven

Speed takes over sanity
Moans morph into screams
This should be the end of me
Instead, it will be placed in my wildest dreams

A hard push
A warm stream
Trembling thighs
Rivulets of cream

A finger used as a scoop
An audible pop after a taste
A slow withdrawal
Grateful it was not in haste

That was the end
We both knew it to be true
Our relationship would never mend
Sex can never make things brand new.

Dantea’s Level of Hell (End)

Unlocking the door
Greeted by the sound of trickling water

Thoughts unparalleled to match the hunger
Feet move on their own accord

Pushed open the door to watch
Lathered skin with tracks of rippled water, cascading down

Again, our eyes meet
Continue,”  I say breathlessly 

Your body reacts to the order
As if it had muscle memory from before

Strong hands glide down
The very movement is tormenting me

You pause being defiant
I move lethally towards you

“You take it, and stroke it. Or I will”
Not caring that my blouse is becoming transparent

Slowly at first
Base to tip
Gripping harder
Slide back up
Repeat

Breathing increased
So does the stroke pattern

Removing  my belt
Hitting his hand away

“Turn around, hands behind you’re back”
On command, he follows

Restraining his hands to remove temptation
“You want release, but I do not want that for you.

I want it for me.
Do you understand?”

I turn around and walk out the door.
As we go into the night

Bringing him close and refusing release
When I see he cannot take anymore

I take what is mine?
Every bit of him

He asked for my hell, not knowing what hell I had in store for him.
This is only level 2. Shall we continue?

(Okay, fire starters, how did I do with this mini series? Edged you all the way to the end. Let me know what you think.)

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

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