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

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

Mistaken Tears

Some say that tears, when shed, are healing

Why don’t I feel healed then

I can tell you why

But will you accept the truth

Accepting responsibility

and showing that you understand

Are the steps to move forward

There is a problem here

Deep rooted

Like an old tree in the middle of the woods

stands tall, but the inside is rotted

These tears, you have mistaken for sorrow

Let me clarify

They are rage

They escape, so I do not lash out

Do not nod your head as if you understand

Do not make any excuses

An excuse is just an excuse

I’m not one to forgive twice

I believe that’s where we all go wrong

Forgiveness is a grace given

I have just so much grace to give

Once these tears stop

and my nails stopped digging into the palms of my hands

I will say what needs to be said

In a calm manner

Till then, you need to leave

say nothing

Because the pounding in my ears

Drown out every word you say

Mine

You know when they say

What is mine is mine

On any given day

Every single time

No, I don’t need to elaborate.

This is no doctrine

You are no head of state

I don’t need a pardon

I came

I took

I concurred

What do you have to say

Doesn’t mean shit, anyway

You didn’t want to step on my toes

Yes, you did

This isn’t my first rodeo

Your game is weak

That must be why

You speak in the Dm’s

Am I telling a lie

Fear is a Bitch

Emotions are worse

But sorry Boo

Just spittin’ facts,

I was here first

Throw your shit

See if there is a taker

Everyone here knows who you are

you’re the faker

Your true identity is no safer

You’re as sweet as a lollipop

I’m fire; my heat doesn’t stop

Once my pussy juice drips

Hits his lips

You’re like a soap bubble

POP!

You need to go before I really let loose

The beast is restrained

You keep coming

You will lose

Go after another fish in this lake of ours

Keep coming for what is mine

You will be pushing up flowers

Tears never worked on me

So suck it up

You can’t have what’s mine

Go now and shut the fuck up

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