Author Archive for Ivy

There’s No Escaping Me

 You tried hard to stay away from me. You went to church, you read your bible, and you decided to wait until marriage and only fuck to procreate. My jaw actually hurts from laughing so fucking much. What the fuck did you think was going to happen? 

I’m an evil goth bitch and once I get my blood red claws on you, there’s no escaping. You tried to be a good boy but now you’re back craving me and my heathen ways.

          What shall I do with you? Shall I make you use your precious bible as a toilet? Maybe I should make you fuck one of your sweet girls from your church on the altar or in the confessional. We have wine, we have “the body of Christ” and now I have you. There’s no escaping Poison Ivy.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Sex And Violence

     

   Truth time.

Tell me just what it is that gets your cock throbbing?  I mean really tell me, don’t make something up that you think I might want to hear. Don’t give me this Goddess Worship shit, because I detest a liar. Want to know what I detest even more? A man who hides a sexy, violent tendency from me. 

Your fetish started slowly, you didn’t even understand your violent feelings. Your hand around her neck while she is riding you only got tighter when she begged you to stop. You ignored her until you came. Fuck! You couldn’t believe how hard you came.  She left you, but it was worth it, wasn’t it?

That young girl who works at the ice cream shop, you imagine the things you want to do to her. One night you wait outside for her to leave. You follow her and push her down to the hard sidewalk where you rape her. You were on such a sexy high, yet a bit scared of getting caught. 

You pop into a little, dark bar. You see me smoking a clove and drinking whiskey shots. We chat, I have ideas, and you can’t believe your luck. A hot, rather crazy, goth accomplice. 

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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What Did Daddy Do

 

It’s late and you know the babysitter has already left. You know your baby girl, your sweet little princess is all by herself. You can’t believe you let the time get away from you. She’s so precious, and normally you would never let this happen. You did, and she is not alone. 

First off, you notice the door lock is broken and the house looks ransacked. With a deep sigh, you make your way up the stairs to her room. You stand there, unable to move or process what you’re seeing. 

There’s a man, a man from your group. He has your princess stripped and tied to the bedposts. He smiles when he sees you’re home. He tells you that he’s been waiting for you to begin. 

She looks so scared, your tiny little princess. You should be enraged, you should want to call the police. You didn’t, did you?  Call the police, that is. Nor did you try to rescue her. What you did do daddy, is join in the sick, twisted fun.

Didn’t you, daddy?

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Cunt Tease

           

                Your pretty blonde wife is nothing but a cunt tease and I won’t have it!  When I saw you both at an after hours bar, it was clear to me that you both wanted to have a bit of fun. Those kisses she planted on me had me wet in an instant.

Then what?

We get to your house and she announces she has a headache and I need to leave. The look on your face tells me it all. I guess I’m going to have to rape your fucking wife. 

I push her down to the floor, pull my panties to the side, and I sit on her face. She’s trying to turn her head, but I want that wet tongue in my ass.  Then I grab the vibe her husband handed me and I put it on her clit, making her cum over, and over again. 

Her husband is sitting on the chair stroking his impressive cock. I might need a taste of that later. Maybe make her watch while I do all the things she would never do. 

I’m getting a tad bored now. I text some of my friends male and female, and rape her over, and over until all she can do is grunt.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Ivy’s Little Whores

 

          Stop hanging at the park watching the little birds come home with me. I can show you so much and we can have such a fucking amazing time if only you submit to me and my sexy little friends. Take a long hit from my pipe and follow me up my stairs. 

                           Let Rose and Violet show you around my home. Please, make yourself comfy. You ask me their ages and I just smile. If you know, you know! You love the shiny matching corsets and boots. You wonder if you’ll get to fuck all of us.

  Not fucking hardly, bitch boi. The little ladies are mine to enjoy. Rose seductively asks you to strip for her. She points at your cock and looks confused. She has never seen something so tiny. What a waste of a man you are. 

The girls take you to another room where they wax and dress you. Violet mocks you telling you since you aren’t a man, you need to look like a bitch. They bring you to me and push you to the floor. They demand you suck my cock and then theirs. 

Let me tell you bitch boi, you have a very long night ahead of you.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Your True Nature

 

                     

   Admit it, you always wanted to party with a sexy goth girl. You imagine black corsets, black boots, and filthy, dirty, nasty sex in odd places. You’ve always imagined it, but were too scared to even approach one. You couldn’t believe your luck when I invited you to a private party. 

What is cliché to me, is what you imagine in your dreams. We’re at a graveyard, the moon is bright, and I’m dancing in the moonlight nude. Hold on there loser, you seem to have the wrong idea about who you’ll be fucking or shall I say who will be fucking you.

    As we walk further in, you can no longer see the road or traffic. You see a group of very large black men, lights, and  cameras. You seem a bit confused. Where are the other goth girls? Where are the young ones? 

Don’t worry, it’s all under my control. It’s time for you to be the little cock sucking bitch I always knew you were. 

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Torn Easter Dresses And Dirty Feet

            Easter is almost here and you’ve planned a neighborhood Egg Hunt for anyone who wants to join in the fun. You’re so excited for this. You’ve already purchased the cute rabbit cupcakes, little fun sandwiches, booze for the adults, and fruit punch for the little ones.  You even decided to wear a bunny costume. 

The parents hung around for an hour or so and once convinced, the kids were fine to be left with us. You look at me and smile. It’s warm out and the kids are warm from all the playing and hunting. It’s time for some fruit punch.

As they drink, they get silly.  I suggest a game or two.

As they run more and play their pretty little sundresses are blowing up. All the boys have left and it’s just us and 3 girls. They’re so sweaty, in bare feet, and torn dresses. We bring them all in for clean up and a nap. After some more fruit punch, they all fall asleep on my bed. 

I can feel the juices flowing, my pussy is craving a little fun time. I lock the front door, close the blinds and we enter the bedroom.

 

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Twisted and Violent

It takes a lot to get me excited and a fucking hell of a lot to get me off.  Some of you men and your boring vanilla calls and role-plays do nothing for me. I need to be stimulated in the most fucked up of ways.

Care to join me?

                           Filthy, nasty, twisted, sick, and violent is how I like my calls. When you’re as jaded and have seen it all like me, normal, and vanilla just doesn’t do it. I’m feeling very violent today and would fucking love to fuck someone up. 

                           How about you? That snooty blonde that lives across the street. She thinks her shit doesn’t stink, doesn’t she? You’ve tried to talk to her, but she walks away. What a fucking cunt!

Let’s plan to get revenge on her.

I knock on her door, pretending I’m lost. I engage her and quickly push the needle into her arm. We take her to her bedroom and strip and tie her up.

She is waking now. Let’s fucking play!

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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God Damn Cunt Of A Man

Fucking hell, you really aren’t much of a man, are you? Look at you and your goddamn flabby ass. You made me so mother fucking sick that I just want to vomit in your face. Are you fucking kidding me, THAT got your clit to twitch? 

Oh no, you don’t! Don’t you dare try to back away from me. You are a little fucking cunt of a man, and I intend to treat you as such. 

Assume the position, head back and on your knees. Why should I sit on the hard, cold toilet seat, when I have your ugly fucking face to sit on?  Beg me for it, beg me to let you suck my shit like a dick. Fuck, you are so goddamn gross!

You know what? I have totally had enough of you.

Get on all fours and crawl to the pen. If you displease me, it will be the choke collar for you.

Get to fucking crawling, bitch.

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Merry Christmas, Perv

               

      Well fuck, seems to me like you have a problem.  Somehow you got waylaid while out shopping for gifts for the wife and kids. Here you are in a seedy hotel off the highway, drunk and broke.  That isn’t the worst if it though, is it? 

                       You start to come out of your fog, and look around the room. You really don’t even remember getting there. Sitting on the bathroom floor in a puddle of who knows what, you wonder just where the fuck you are. Is that blood?

You stumble to the bedroom, and see the girls in your bed. You see the empty bottles, and the lines of white stuff on the nightstand.  You make some noise hoping the girls will wake up.  Maybe? You wonder if they are even alive. Oh god!!

The phone rings in the room. You ignore it, but it keeps ringing, making you a little crazy. You finally pick it up and you hear my voice. I instruct you to put the thumb drive in the tablet. You’re shaking and the girls still haven’t woken up.  There it is right before you. Your entire night and every twisted thing you did. 

                                                                                             

Not quite the Christmas you expected perv, is it? 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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