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)

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)

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

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

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.

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