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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 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)

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)

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

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

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