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

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

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. 

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)

Nasty (18+ Only)

Never wanted to meet him

Never wanted to see him

But he swims around in my Dm’s

Everyday and the weekends

What is it about him

That I cannot live without him

My shorty has some cloutin’

I run over like a fountain

Knows how to run the lines

Takes me there every time

Shy but unafraid

Makes me want to get laid

Saturday night is when we freakin’

Couldn’t wait for the weekend

Pop a bottle and sippin

Puddle on the floor cause I’m drippin

Lick, lick slurp it up

 it’s that time we gonna fuck

I love the taste of me on his lips

He knows I love the taste of his dick

Drip drop here it comes

The sweet and salty taste of his precum

You see the tip it has a hole in it

My tongue try’s to push throw

Wanting more semen on it

Slip, dip and ride on it

Slap that ass and stay right on it

You never knew what country I’m

Dick so good I’m speaking in tongues

You move to the left

Shimmy to the right

Grab my hair

Hold on tight

I’m a Capricorn son

Let me school you

We keep climbing to the sun

This is no wham bam and then you through

You feel that grip

My pussy got the mitus touch

You better think of something else

You better not bust that nut

There it goes

I am so close

Grab my neck ,

squeeze my throat

Came and wiped out

Like a hurricane, it my house

Your mouth took possession of mine

Stop teasing me,,,your mine